#fell asleep to murder she wrote

[o-wise-corvid]

One extremely tired student and teacher. No family stuff happening here. Naaaah. (I did trace something I found on Pinterest for this, no clue who the op was.)

#maul n path #my art #but it’s a trace of a ref or something like that #Pinterest is a rabbit hole #anyhow #they fell asleep watching Murder She Wrote #also of course Maul puts pillows for the bab to lay on #he knows he’s not soft #she gonna be comfy by George

[sweaterweatherever]

If you are taking request, could you write an enemies to lovers with ajax? Like, expand on what you wrote in his post?

Do me a favour (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, sub Ajax, making out, mentions of getting high, thigh riding. Reader is judgy and bitchy. I wanted to hit her halfway. Reader is a vampire, but it’s mentioned like two times. Kind of an enemies to lovers, except Ajax refuses to get into it. And yes, I stand by thinking this boy has got to have somewhat initiative because did you see the date he got to the Rave’n? AGED UP CHARACTERS.

A/N: I really wanted to subvert the trope of enemies to lovers when it comes to smut. We usually get angry sex and the character domming the reader hard, and it’s cool, I like it, but I thought combining these two requests could be nice. Man, drunk me is wordy.

Requested: Yes, expansion in headcanons and Subby Ajax. I tried my best with the second.

“Oh, my god! Ajax is like! So cute, you guys! He is so tall and dreamy, and the way he puts his arms around me…!” Enid blabbered. You gave Wednesday a look, rolling your eyes. Wednesday glowered, which, considering she had like three facial expressions (Murderous rage, homicidal maniac and neutral serial killer, as you had affectionately named them) was just about an agreement.

“I don’t get what you see in him.” You said, laying back on her bed and doing some pretty hard gymnastics to keep painting your nails without messing up the covers. “He is just so…” It was not your intention to offend your friend by saying the guy she was dating was lame, but that was what came to mind.

Ajax was pretty normal, the only thing he had going on was the fact he was a stoner and tall. You didn’t approve of the first, and there were plenty of guys with the second on Nevermore. The bar was too low, really. He had a bland personality and wasn’t a great student either. It wasn’t like there was anything to dislike because he was the most boring boy on earth. Ugh, it was always the prettiest girls like Enid with the most dull boys.

“Me either. He’s just so…” Wednesday said, clearly trying to find a word that described her feelings. Then, with a shudder of disgust, she said the word. “Normal.”

You couldn’t agree more, but didn’t say anything, so Enid didn’t get upset. Besides, your dislike of Ajax was totally baseless because he treated Enid like a goddess. You kept quiet. Until Wednesday came to get you in the middle of the night because Ajax and her had broken up.

“She is… Emotional.” Wednesday explained to you. Her facial expression was definitely bordering dangerous levels of murderous rage. “I don’t know how to help, I already offered to bring her his head on a platter, the old Perseus style.”

“That's racist.” You said to her, frowning. “I’m in.”

“Go see her, please.” And so, that meant you made your way to the dorm, with a cup of hot chocolate in hand, Wednesday fretting uncomfortably around you. You held Enid until she fell asleep, her body wrecking with sobs.

“We are killing this asshole.” You muttered to her, adjusting your sunglasses as you exited the room.

“I’ll get the sword, you go for the mirror.” And that’s how it got started. Every time you found yourself near Ajax, you sniffled in disgust. Wednesday glowered in a menacing fashion, both of you shielding Enid from him. You couldn’t help it. Your reaction was visceral. When you saw the face Enid made when she looked at him, eyes lowering to her shoes, something tugged in your stomach. This mediocre guy had crushed your friend’s heart, and Enid was too kind to say anything to him, even going so far as telling you to stop glowering at him.

The breakup took a toll on her. Before, she was practically glowing, but now even her bright-colored clothes and makeup seemed to lose their shimmer. The first weeks were hard, but after a month she seemed to be over it. You remembered, though. Your opinion of Ajax had hit a new low, and so, you avoided him like the plague. It wasn’t really notorious because you weren’t his biggest fan before.

Two whole months after the fact, you sat down to lunch with the girls and your smile froze on your face. In the table in front of yours, Ajax was sitting down with Xavier, eyes glued to Enid’s back. You could only tell because you were sitting in front of her. Maybe it was a fluke? You waited a bit, but he wasn’t stopping. He even made eye contact with you, giving a tiny smile. The nerve of this guy!

“Oh my god, the guy can’t stop staring.” You whispered to Wednesday, when Enid was distracted with her phone. “Maybe he wants to get back with her?”

“We’ll nip that in the bud.” She turned to face him and gave him her most homicidal grin. Ajax quickly averted his gaze, looking properly cowered.

“Wednesday! Y/N!” Enid snapped her fingers playfully. “What are you two looking at?”

“Nothing.” You quickly said, but it was too late, she was already turning around.

“You guys have to stop with the whole hating Ajax thing. We have been texting and decided we want to be friends!” Enid chastised, clapping happily. Wednesday blinked. You knew her well enough to know that when Enid talked, she listened. And so, having lost your biggest ally, you had to let it go.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “As long as I don’t have to talk to him that much…” Oh, Ajax might have won this battle, but you would win the war. You lifted your head, catching him staring once again. You waited until he met your eyes, just so you could give him a smile and a cheeky wave, popping your fangs a little and almost making him spit out the water he was drinking.

You had to give it to him, the little shit was always one step ahead of you. That’s what you realized when you got called into the principal’s office just so they could tell you got a new job. Apparently you were to tutor Ajax in Botanic, a class in which you were surpassed both by Bianca and Wednesday in terms of skill. The excuse had been that Wednesday didn’t have the people skills necessary and Bianca refused, citing schedule conflicts. Besides, Ajax had asked Bianca before, and when she said no, he prompted your name to the principal.

You walked straight to him when you got out of the meeting, face so hot from your fit of temper, you could feel smoke coming out of your ears. You had tried saying no, but the principal wasn’t having it. They had explained one tutor had already refused, and you didn’t have schedule conflicts like her. You weren’t getting out of it.

“What game do you think you are playing?” You asked him, and he had the nerve to look confused. Xavier gave you a weird look. You ignored him too, eyes attached to Ajax. “You asked the principal for me to tutor you. Why?”

“Umm… because I suck at Botanic and you don’t?” Ajax peered at you, a small smile on his lips. Xavier snickered. You paid him no mind.

“Fine.” You eyed him, distrust clear in your face. "Meet me tomorrow in the library. We’ll go over the material for this week. Three o’clock.” You walked away, looking over your shoulder as you did so. Might be showing weakness, but you trusted him only as far as you could throw him.

“That went over well.” Xavier whistled, looking at your retreating form.

“Oh, I will win her over, you just watch.” Ajax punched him in the arm. “Maybe then she will smile at me.”

“Keep dreaming, Ajax. Girl has it out for you since you and Enid…” Xavier started saying, quickly trailing off when Ajax got a dopey look in his eyes.

“Yeah, but that only shows she is loyal. I like it.” Ajax defended you.

“You are delusional.”

The next day found you sitting in the library with some diagrams you had printed and a copy of your notes, ordered by date. You had two different practice tests because you were the kind of person who went all out. You took your education very seriously.

Ajax was right on time, looking for you in the different tables until you waved him over. He was holding two coffee cups, looking a little awkward out of uniform. He was in a hoodie and a nice pair of jeans. Not like you were paying attention or anything.

“Here. I got you a latte.” He said, sliding it over to you. You kept your expression closed off, not wanting to betray your real thoughts.

“Thank you. It was nice of you.” You deadpanned.

“Oh, tough crowd, aren’t you?” Ajax didn’t seem deterred in the very least. You grabbed the latte, eyes going wide when you sipped it and realized it was just the way you usually took it.

“Oh, so you are a talker. I don’t like it.” You slid a pen and one of the tests towards him. You were taking your questions to the grave. “Solve this, just to know where we are.”

He kept quiet, slowly filling out the test. Ajax’s brows were furrowed in concentration, lips pursed, a hint of teeth appearing sometimes when he bit his pencil. Without anything else to do, you kept watch of him. You noted with interest the way he didn’t seem to hesitate on filling up the diagrams, easily identifying the parts of plants you had picked on purpose because they were the hardest to do.

You went to grab the sheet at the same time Ajax was going to hand it to you, quickly, too quickly. Your hand ended up brushing his, and a confused, sinking feeling took place on your stomach. Were you imagining it, or there had been a spark? You pulled the sheet out of his grasp, desperate to stop this strange feeling, and wincing when the sudden move made it so you cut yourself with the paper.

You lifted your index finger to your mouth, sucking the blood from it. Your fangs went down automatically at the smell of blood, uncaring it was your own.

“Fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Ajax eyes darted from your finger, to your mouth, to your eyes. In that specific order. When you met them, unafraid, he scratched his neck, cheeks going red and quickly averted his gaze. You smirked. Was he afraid of you? Good.

“I’m fine. Give me five to check this, and we will talk about weak areas.” You stated. The test was pretty good for someone who claimed to need tutoring. Ajax was passing, even with a good grade. That made you tilt your head a little. The few errors you could see were pretty easy to fix, and weird compared to his level of compression of the rest of the subject.

You felt watched, weirdly enough. But every time you lifted your eyes, Ajax was staring at his phone or at the table, eyes never stopping on you. It was unsettling. What did he want?

You made up your mind when you got to the end of the practice test. You would call him bluff.

The tutoring session kept going, with you on your best behavior. You gave him the second practice test for homework and decided to meet again on Friday.

“Okay, I can work with this. You see the first question here, you got this one wrong. Not only that, but you said Nightshades’s properties included being poisonous, when it’s actually the contrary.” You blatantly lied. The lie was so evident, Ajax should jump to correct you with the level of knowledge he had displayed. But interesting enough, he didn’t. He kept his eyes politely trained on the first question, right where you were underlining with your pen. You were going to get to the bottom of this, you decided then. What could he possibly be gaining with this? “Oh, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue, I meant to circle the fifth question, forget what I said. You were right.”

To that tutoring session, Ajax showed up with a box of your favorite candy, munching on them and offering you one casually.

“Oh, I love these!” You smiled at him, in a truly involuntary way. You quickly cleared your throat, focusing on the homework. “So, page six…”

Ajax smiled at you, looking far too happy for someone who was about to be assigned additional homework on top of what he already had.

“Here.” He pressed the bag of candy against your hand. “Have them, I don’t like them much.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Why did you get them, then?”

“They were on sale.” Ajax quickly answered.

“At the vending machine?” You perched yourself on the chair, searching his face for any sign of deceit. As usual, he avoided your eyes. But you were unable to tell if it was from his nervousness about his powers or because he was lying.

“Does it matter?”

“Why are you giving me things?” You asked, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. A headache was starting, you could tell. “First the coffee, now the candy…”

“Umm, maybe because you are doing me a huge favor by cutting your study hours to help me pass?” Ajax offered, looking sheepish.

“You don’t need me for that.” You muttered, but humored him and started going over the errors on his homework, getting more sure with each one that this guy was smarter than he looked.

You didn't understand why you didn’t put a stop to it right then. You kept repeating to yourself you weren’t sure Ajax was faking his weakness in the subject, you needed more evidence. But thing was, you could just ask Wednesday to get you the evidence and call it a day anytime. And yet, you kept going back to him. You tried to rationalize it, saying it had been a while since a boy showed interest in you, that you liked the attention. You also said that the principal was making you do this, that it wasn’t like you went back to him every week out of your own accord. But you had also started to look for him out of tutoring, smiling at him in the hallways, making small talk when he was near. Something was wrong with you.

Why did your heart flutter every time he pressed a tiny trinket in your hand? Why didn’t you pull away, why did you smile at him?

You were unable to keep denying the truth when, under the pretense of fixing his tie in the middle of a tutoring session, you placed your hand on his chest. Ajax always wore his uniform messily, and it drove you up the wall. This time, something about the way his tie was messily knotted called to you, something told you to fix it for him.

Ajax didn’t pull away, transfixed by the way your fingers grabbed at the item. You unknotted it, going on your tip toes to take it off, lacing it over your neck and tied a Windsor, before placing it over his head and adjusting it. Your hands lingered, adjusting the knot, once, twice times too many.

You looked up, lips parted. For the first time in a while, you made eye contact. But this time, you were the one who blushed and looked away.

“I… I… I got to go.” You grabbed at your backpack, almost running out of the library.

“Y/N, wait…” Ajax called out. You didn’t listen. You were too preoccupied with your newly discovered feelings. You had a crush on Ajax. No. That didn't sound right. This wasn’t a crush. It was something worse. You were in love with Ajax. The plainest, most undeserving of Enid, boy in the school.

Your feet took you to your friend's room, without needing to think about it. You knew the school like the back of your hand, and right now, you needed something only Wednesday could give you. Cold, hard truth.

You knocked on the door, frantic, hoping Enid was somewhere else. She could never find out about this, it would mean destroying your friendship. God, why? Under this new light, your conduct looked terrible. Enid would think you had been trying to break them up from the start. No, she could never find out. You needed to fix this.

“Y/N.” Wednesday said, from her place in front of the writing machine. “What do you want? You sounded pretty desperate.” You looked for Thing, assuming he must have been the one to open you the door, giving him a little wave. He responded to it, and you smiled a little, before starting to pick at your nail beds.

“I might need some cognitive recalibration, Wednesday. Could you slap me, please?” You asked, and Wednesday rolled her eyes.

“What has brought on this fit of dramatics? Surely, Enid is better prepared than me to deal with it?” Wednesday rose, all elegance.

“I fucked up. I’m in love with Ajax.” Wednesday raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Plainest boy on earth? Turns out he can really turn on the charm offensive, it was really insidious, he got inside my head, with his stupid jokes, and stupid smile and perfect eyes…” You groaned in frustration. “Ugh, see? Please, slap me, and let’s see if it goes away because I won’t fuck up my friendship with Enid over a boy, especially if he is plainest that white bread, untoasted.”

“I think it is a bit late for that.” Wednesday said, looking behind you. You turned, heart beating wildly.

“Enid!” You screeched. The werewolf looked impassible, expression blank. This girl had been the first friend you had made at Nevermore, in your orientation on freshman year, when you had been terrified by strangers and jumpy at every sudden move, overwhelmed by your recently awakened senses. Enid had approached you then, kind and gentle, making sure of not scaring you, and befriended you swiftly. She had helped you grow into your powers, and become more confident in yourself. You owed her everything you had. If you had to choose, your heart would break, but you would force yourself to forget Ajax. You would rather be heartbroken than without her. You loved her like a sister, and so, if she asked you to help her get back with him, you would.

“Please, forgive me. I didn’t mean to, I swear I won’t ever look at him again, hell, if you want me to stop tutoring him I will, I never wanted this, you have to believe me, when you guys were together I was trying to break you up, but not from why you think it is! I didn’t want him then, I don’t want him now!” You begged, tears prickling at your eyes, not noticing how a tiny smile started to make its way on the other girl’s face. You would have kept blabbering, totally uncontrolled, if not for the interruption.

“Y/N.” Enid said, and your jaw clicked with how fast your mouth shut itself. “I was the one who broke up with him.”

You opened and closed your mouth, looking at Wednesday, who looked as dumbfounded as you were.

“But… But… You cried so much… And we gave him so much shit!”

“Don’t be mad at me, okay?” Enid raised her hands in surrender, looking between Wednesday and you. “I felt terrible because I had a crush on someone else! That’s why we broke up! I was just too scared to tell you guys.”

“Oh.” You sat down on one of the beds. “Oh.”

“Ajax has already forgiven me.” Enid sat next to you, passing an arm over your shoulders. “You can have him if you like, I know you genuinely weren’t trying to break us up, so you could steal him from me, you know? You were looking out for me.” Then, she turned to look at Wednesday, eyes full of love. “You both were.”

It was too much. You promptly started bawling your eyes out, relieved. Enid hugged you and Wednesday placed a hesitant hand on your shoulder. You cried even harder.

“Oh, stop it.” She said, pinching you hard on the arm and making you yelp. “There, a reality check. If you want that plain boy, even if I can fathom why, you can have him. Enid already authorized it, and he trails after you like a lovesick puppy. That must be enough to put an end to your dramatics.”

“Wednesday!” Enid exclaimed. “That was rude.”

You started laughing uncontrollably. Everything was going to be fine. You just had to deal with Ajax, but that could wait until tomorrow.

The next day, you woke up with a pep in your step. You did your hair and make up, putting on your nicest outfit. After breakfast, you sought Ajax out. He was sitting with Xavier on the grass near the woods, headphones on. Xavier was drawing something and leveled you with an unimpressed glance. You ignored him.

“Ajax.” You smiled. “Walk with me?” He looked adorable this morning, in a light blue hoodie with a matching beanie. The butterflies in your stomach started making their appearance once more. Ajax quickly found his feet, and started following you.

Once you got far enough so that Xavier wasn’t in hearing distance, you turned.

“You wanted my attention, didn't you?” Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and you couldn’t help but wring your hands in front of you. Remembering that was the signature gesture of the house elves in the Harry Potter franchise, you quickly dropped it, hands coming nervously to brush at the sides of your jeans. You didn’t want to look like a house elf, you wanted Ajax to think you were cool.

“What?” Ajax asked, blinking at you. “What are you talking about?”

You kept walking, this time by his side.

“You didn’t have a need for a tutor in Botanic, Ajax. Your grades are almost as good as mine.” This piece of information had come from Wednesday, who, for someone who hated gossip, knew her fair amount of it. Maybe Enid was rubbing on her.

“Where are we going?” Ajax deflected, looking away from you.

“My room.” You answered, even when you could feel the blush that was starting to form on your cheeks. “You wanted my attention.”

“I did.” He admitted, blushing. Then, looking like he was about to faint, he made eye contact with you. “What are we…?”

“We are going to have a talk about valuing people’s time and then, if you are good, we might make out.” You could feel your blush go darker, and you closed your eyes, remembering Enid’s advice. Be bold. Be blunt. Ajax wouldn’t know subtlety even if it hit him in the face. She should know what she was talking about because she had dated him. Hesitantly, your hand went to grab his. Ajax’s fingers opened, accepting yours, sliding in between them. His hand was warm, and a little sweaty. You found it so endearing, you wanted to kiss him. Ugh, was love supposed to feel like this? You trusted Wednesday, you did, and so, you were pretty sure Ajax liked you back. But still, you were nervous.

“Wait, so you like me? You are not…mad?” Ajax turns to face you, hesitantly grabbing your other hand.

“Would you prefer I was mad?” You ask him, carefully schooling your expression.

“I just wanted you to smile at me.” Ajax nervously ran his thumb across your wrist. “You smiled at everyone, but never me. You didn’t like me. ”

“Oh, I didn't want to like you, you infuriating, clueless, handsome, stupid boy.” Ajax looks confused, and you can’t stand his kicked puppy look anymore. So, you press a kiss to his lips, just so he gets it. Ajax parts his lips a bit, allowing you entry, and his hands drop yours, choosing instead to go and circle your waist. You let him pull you closer, so you are flush along his body. You have kissed some people before, from clumsy first kisses to passionate making out just for the sake of it. But this, this has to be the best kiss you have ever had.

“Come on, dorm” You say, unable to stop kissing him. It’s a miracle you managed without a teacher catching you, unable to keep your hands off each other. At first, it's only you, Ajax much more hesitant. But then, when he catches on you want him and that he is allowed to touch you back, his hands are everywhere.

This is what you will say after. You have no clue how things escalated, how one kiss turned into a dozen, how you ended up with that hickey in your neck. How you end up on your back, Ajax’s hip bones digging into your upper thigh, with the way he is kissing and sucking your neck like he was the vampire out of the two of you.

No clue how, or why, he lifts his head, pretty blush on his face and says, “Umm, sorry, can you…?” Ajax wets his lips, suddenly self-conscious. “Umm, maybe, move your leg, sorry. It will go away.”

You don’t get it at first, until you zero exactly into what the weight against your thigh is.

“Can I?” You tease, unable to not do it. Ajax looks too damn good with that blush on, you want it to stay as long as possible. He is sweet, too, leaving all choices in your hands. You had been the one setting the pace, begging him to kiss you everywhere. You like it. It’s a heady feeling, having all this power at your fingertips, but also a responsibility. Ajax is trusting you with his body. “Which direction?” You ask, suddenly serious.

“Excuse me?” Ajax is getting redder by the minute. You can’t help but smile. You want him to feel good, he worked so hard at winning you over, waiting patiently for you to met him halfway. Ajax deserves something nice.

“Away or forward?” You say, pressing your thigh more against his erection, just so he knows what you mean. “I’m cool with whatever.”

“Oh. Forward, maybe? If you want?” He asks, eyes closing. You pass your arms beneath his armpits, locking them behind his back and pulling him back to you. You press a kiss to his jaw, open-mouthed. It’s cute he is into hickeys so much, you think, hearing his whimper. His heart beats wildly, pulse fluttering in your grasp. He smells good, and your gums itch with the urge to bite him, to own him, to make him yours.

“What do you want, Ajax?” You kiss his neck next, dragging your teeth along the carotid. He shivers, but you don’t receive any kind of response. “You just have to say the word.”

“Forward, please.” And you aren’t so cruel as to make him beg, head over heels as you are for him, so you press your thigh lightly against his erection. You intend to take him apart with light touches, playing the long game. But Ajax doesn’t agree. His hips rut against your thigh, harshly, hungrily.

“Greedy.” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, rub yourself on my thigh, baby boy.” You encourage him, one of your hands dropping to his hips to help him settle into a rhythm and not only desperate, jerky movements.

Ajax shakes, whimpers once again, face going to hide in the crook of your neck. You scratch at his nape, surprised when something cold touches the tips of your finger. A tiny, bifid tongue. His snakes.

You keep your cool, closing your eyes just in case. You will mention it after when Ajax settles down. Determined, you press your thigh a little harder, pulling his face out of your neck, blindly searching for his mouth, pressing kisses all over his face.

When you finally find it, you bite on his lower lip, lightly. Not enough to draw blood, but you have caught him staring at your fangs once or twice when he thought you weren’t looking, when he thought you hated him. Maybe he would like it, you have a hunch about it. And you weren’t wrong because Ajax gives a little shout, hips pushing once, twice, thrice and freezes. His body goes taut, you can feel it against yours and so, you are careful as to not press too much. You don't intend to hurt him, after all. Not yet. You would love to see the face he makes when he comes, but you would rather not end up stoned.

“Shit. Sorry. How embarrassing…” Ajax sounds disappointed in himself, and you don’t want that. Never. In your mind’s eye, you can see his kicked puppy look, how the blush on his cheeks would make its way down his neck. You don’t want his eyes to go all sad, you know your heart would break at his face. It’s for purely selfish reasons, you think to yourself, and smile blindingly.

“That was the hottest thing ever. “ You say, eyes still closed, looking for his cheek, so you can press a kiss there. “Got, like, dozens of fantasy material.”

“Why do you have your eyes closed?” He asks, hand stroking your cheek lightly and steering you back to his mouth. You press a kiss there, too. You can tell Ajax is worried, but he seems unable to contain himself, and he smiles into the kiss. “Did my snakes do…”

“One of them licked me, by your neck. Just in case, I’m not scared or anything, but it would have been hard to explain to the nurse how this happened.” You say, and Ajax laughs. You two would be busted, totally. Your dorm mom would have your head, and probably you would have to speak to the principal. You hear him shuffle around, likely adjusting the beanie.

“You can look now.” His eyes are full of regret, and you want to get rid of the sadness there by any means necessary. “Sorry again.”

“Was cute, you know? Maybe they were curious.” You smile at him, lightly scratching his back. Just like a puppy, Ajax melts against you, offering more of his back to scratch. You don’t know what drug you took, but you smile, again. You just can’t help yourself.

“Aren’t you scared of them?” He hesitates, pulling his face out of your shoulder.

“Ajax, I bit your neck and lips, and I am a vampire. Were you scared?” You ask back, biting your lip a little. You were pretty sure he liked it, judging by his reactions, but you knew having a vampire’s teeth against your throat might be off-putting for some more rational people.

“No, but…” You shush him, placing your index finger against his lips. Ajax playfully bites it, but his eyes are on yours the whole time.

“Unlike dying out of blood loss, stoning is temporary. It’s cool.” You say.

“Cool.” He mutters, but he doesn’t go back to his place near your shoulder. “So…I am… We are…” Ajax can’t find the words, but you know what he is asking.

“Yes, now come here, I wanna cuddle.” You pull him on top of you once more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Ajax just slumps and you sigh happily. This was precisely what you wanted.

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[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday: I want to make a good first impression so I printed off some flash cards to prepare for dinner with your family. Can you go through them with me before we leave?

Enid: Sure! *reading card* I introduce you to my mom, what do you say?

Wednesday, making an awkward attempt at being flirty: Is she single? *winks*

Enid: Oh my god Wednesday! Please, for the love of god, don’t ever do that. The answer is ‘good evening and how are you doing’

Wednesday: Good evening and how are you doing. Got it. Next one.

Enid: My dad asks how your studies are going, what is your reply?

Wednesday: Easy. Last semester I studied the habits of a monster who was murdering people in the woods. I successfully learned of the identity of both the monster and the sociopathic teacher who was controlling him in a crazed attempt to murder every outcast attending Nevermore. This lead me to be captured, stabbed and almost killed before your daughter was forced to risk her life to save me, fighting a Hyde twice her size while I ran off to fight an undead pilgrim with a sword.

Enid: Baby no. The card says ‘I’m a straight A student at the top of my class’

Wednesday: Damn, I was close on that one.

Enid: No you weren’t. But okay, moving on. You sit down at the dinner table and my brother brings up sports, how do you engage him in conversation?

Wednesday: I know this one *clears throat* I am so bummed I couldn’t catch the game last night, I was arrested after new evidence surfaced in the murder case I’m a suspect in.

Enid: Is that why you were so late back to the dorms last night!?!

Wednesday: No. I fell asleep in the morgue fridges again, I told you that. I’m just saying what’s on the card.

Enid: Wednesday, that is not what it says.

Wednesday: I feel like I’m being gaslit right now.

Enid: You wrote the cards!

Wednesday: That sounds like gaslighting.

Enid: Whatever. Let’s keep going, I doubt this could get any worse. My mom’s cooking red meat for dinner, what do you bring to drink?

Wednesday: Espresso martini’s.

Enid: That’s weird, unnecessarily complicated and illegal for our age. But it’s the most normal response you’ve had since we started so I’ll allow it.

Wednesday: Made exactly as my mother does, with one glass spiked with cyanide. We Addams’ believe that a formal dinner without any deaths is a dull affair.

Enid: *considering faking her own death to get out of this dinner* I’m just gonna finish these as quickly as I can. My mom asks you what your favourite book is, please say something normal.

Wednesday: Frankenstein. I greatly admire Mary Shelly and hope to beat her record and have my first novel published before I’m 19. And once the time comes I plan to pay my respects to her genius as I temporarily emulate her morbid nature by making love to your daughter for the first time upon one of our mothers graves. Enid’s never been a patient woman so I presume it’ll be whoever drops first.

Enid: …just ‘Frankenstein’ is fine baby. And we’re not doing that. My dad asks about your hobbies, how about you pick something that won’t make my family question my sanity for choosing to date you.

Wednesday: Murder, serial killers, grave digging, exorcisms, murder mysteries, creepy abandoned buildings, waking the dead, killing the undead, centuries old mental asylums, making out with your daughter, reading and working on my novel.

Enid: Scratch out the first ten and we have a winner.

Wednesday: Your censoring of my personality is making me sound very boring Enid.

Enid: Parents like boring sweetheart and you love lying. You’ll have to time of your life pretending to be normal, I promise. Okay, last one. My mom begins— seriously?

Wednesday: We don’t have all night Enid.

Enid: *rolls her eyes* my mom begins clutching her throat, choking and foaming at the mouth, she has been poisoned for being mean to Enid, how do you react?

Wednesday, casually leaning on her desk: I’ll have what she’s having am I right? *slips an empty vial into her pocket* I don’t know who I should frame yet, I’m thinking I’ll know in the moment.

Enid:

Enid: You’re lucky I love you.

#this is unnecessarily long but her autistic ass would #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect wednesday addams #incorrect wednesday #ptbv

[lasierramorena]

wait wait wait wait

“where a dead man called out”

when snow tried to cover he said he killed his old self

“they say he murdered three”

snow and the arlo both killed three people

also

he abandoned her while she was searching for katniss

alsoooo

“its not over till the mockingjay sings”

and ALSOOOO

she wrote the hanging tree, she sang deep in the meadow as maude ivory fell asleep the same way katniss sang to rue

in mockingjay katniss sang at that same lake near that same little house where she and snow had both found refuge once, and then broadcasted it to all of panem

i can just see how snow saw katniss, her “loverboy” scheme with peeta in the games, taken it as a cruel coincidence or worse, a mockery for the love he once shared with lucy gray, and wanted her dead for it

all the overlaps, all the strange coincidences between the girl he loved, the girl he betrayed, and katniss everdeen, the mockingjay, the girl who would bring an end to his show…

god i am going to cry, lucy gray baird and katniss everdeen i love y’all so so much

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #president snow #mockingjay #rue hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[jasntodds]

Caving In [7]

Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 16,820 (I know)

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of almost being murdered, blood, violence, fluff, the chapter is “if it’s too much to carry” because of the song by the same name by Jansen, The wldlfe, Jason is soft for 1 person and it’s the reader, Dick blames Jason for everything, mentions of being held captive, mentions of abuse (nothing in detail), this ends up being the softest thing I’ve ever written so

Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas: What is heavier, The world or its people’s hearts?❞ You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

A/N: This is my favorite chapter!!!!! I’ve been looking forward to this since I wrote it so I hope you guys like it lol I am easily motivated to post more often when I get feedback 😂 The first few chapters take place between season 2 episode 1 and season 2 episode 2. You can add yourself the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary​​​ and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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Over the next month, Gar and you continue to get closer. After the night you spent in Gar’s room, you both felt a bit closer. It was the best night's sleep you had gotten since your mom died. You didn’t even have a nightmare. You just slept the whole night perfectly comfortable against Gar. And Gar woke up with a lopsided grin that makes your stomach swirl. Since then though, you sleeping in his room has only happened one other time because you both fell asleep watching a movie. Neither of you really want to make it a routine too soon. You’re just friends and going through the motions of everything together.

But you’ve gotten to know each other through just hanging out. Gar has shown you almost all his favorite video games and you’ve made a good dent in movies Gar dreams as classics that you haven’t seen. You talked more about your hobbies, Gar finding out you prefer to rollerblade places rather a bike or walking and you found out Gar prefers a skateboard. It made you smile because it does fit him.

You talked more about your past lives, focusing more on happy moments like when you attended your first concert with your best friend. You beamed so wide, voice booming from the walls as you told Gar about the whole night. A storm hitting and the entire city losing power besides that arena, you getting to stand third row, the energy of place you explained as the closest to home you could get without being home. And Gar talked about his dad teaching him to ride a skateboard, how he fell several times and had his trucks so tight he couldn’t turn for over a month. He smiled and laughed the whole time, retelling the story of his mom being stressed cleaning his cut-up knees and hands. You spent hours just talking one night until Jason banged on your wall telling you to shut up. It only made you both laugh.

You and Jason have also been getting closer. You started training and the first week was pretty boring in comparison to what Jason had you do. But after a week and a half, Dick deemed you healed enough to train with the others. You still didn’t think it was enough. Two training sessions a day against two people who have already been training for 2 months and Jason who’s been training for over a year. You need to catch up so, you and Jason do an extra session late at night. Sometimes Gar even joins you and those are your favorites because it’s just the three of you. The three of you together have gotten close. Jason even tags along for some movie nights with just you and Gar, along with the movie nights with Rachel. Rachel doesn’t join you for the training though, she really does not like Jason.

Jason is still more closed off than Gar is but you tell him stuff and that gets him to talk a bit to you. Your conversations are either more banter-filled or a bit heavy. You both can talk about your trauma with each other in forms of a joke until one of you cracks and asks something a bit more serious. It’s one of the things you both kind of appreciate, the other knowing when the conversation should turn into something more productive without you having to get all dark and deep. And that’s something nice with having someone who’s gone through something similar with parental figures, it’s easier to talk about. But, you do talk about your interests.

You find out Jason hasn’t seen too many movies, mostly horror and comedies because that’s what he watched with his uncle. Jason is permanently invited to your and Gar's movie nights. And you find out he did the graffiti on his wall. Jason offers to add some to your wall as a joke but you jumps at it. And you tell him you tried before but could never grasp the whole spray paint thing.

Now, it’s your turn to pick a movie for group movie night and you pick Zombieland, a movie you declare as a classic and a must-watch. Jason and Rachel haven’t seen it but of course, Gar has and he backs your opinion of the movie. A classic horror comedy, a must.

“That’s the one with Emma Stone, right?” Jason asks as he plops down on the couch beside you, Gar following right behind him with two bowls of popcorn for the group to share.

“And Woody Harrelson and Jesse Eisenberg.” Gar states, taking his seat on the other side of you, sitting between you and Rachel.

“Who the hell is that?”

“The Social Network?” You question Jason and he just shakes his head. “You have really only seen like horror, huh?”

“It’s what my uncle watched.” Jason scoffs in defense.

“The Social Network is iconic.” Rachel states, stealing popcorn from one of the bowls.

“We’ll have to watch it. He plays Mark Zuckerberg.” You explain as you turn the TV on, ready to get the movie going but you’re sucked into a news report.

The other three continue the conversation about the Social Network and why Jason needs to see it. But, you’re so wrapped up in the news report, their voices are completely drowned out. Your breathing hitches and you instinctively hit the closed captains, making sure you’re hearing correctly and actually understand what they’re saying.

“What the fuck.” You mutter, seeing Jerry’s picture on the screen.

Your words grab the other three’s attention, all of them watching the news report. Jerry’s picture makes him look like not such a horrible guy. He’s got a big, warm, toothy smile. He looks like you’re average jo and it sends your blood into a rapid boil. They’re calling him an upstanding civilian. You shake your head letting out a dry, cold laugh. Jerry had supposedly saved a boy from a train, yanking him to safety and now the news says he’s such a great citizen. A real great guy who saved a kid, completely unaware of the horrors that took place in his very basement. Then they have the audacity to talk about how he tries to help kids all the time. It’s his true passion. He works with troubled youth at one of the youth centers in the city and wants kids to live up to their true potential. He explains, right to the camera with a big grin like he’s not a complete monster, that some kids need help to reach that. Not a punishment or to be looked down upon, just encouragement, to know they’re good enough and worth the effort. You nearly take your drink from the table and chuck it at the TV.

“What. The. Ever-living-FUCK.” You say, this time your voice is louder and filled with rage and shock. “What the fuck.” You’re almost shaking as you watch.

“Maybe we should shut this off.” Gar suggests, gently taking the remote from your hand before you start melting it.

“He’s such fucking liar and they’re all just eating it up!” You wave your hand at the TV in disbelief.

"The media loves a fake hero." Jason scoffs, sitting back in his seat with the shake of his head. It turns his stomach. Of all things for you to catch on the news, it's your captor being celebrated.

"I get permanently fucking traumatized and he gets a fucking medal." Tears sting the back of your eyes as anger courses through your veins. It feels like Jerry is spitting on the grave he dug for you.

"That's not right." Gar states, unsure of what to even say right now.

How is anyone supposed to comfort someone who's watching their abuser and kidnapper get recognition for being a good person? After they left them for dead, no less? Gar is pretty sure there are no words or actions that could possibly make you feel better or offer you any type of comfort. The most he can do right now is agree with you.

"Just turn on the fucking movie." You scoff, shaking your head as you match Jason's position.

Gar does as he's told and loads the movie, air in the room stiff. Gar wonders why Dick hasn't done anything. Maybe he thinks the four of you aren't ready to have a mission or maybe he thinks you’re too close to it, which you are, but surely something should have been done about him. It's more than it's you and they all know you and like you, it's that he almost killed you. Gar doesn't really understand how Dick didn't at least put on the Robin suit one last time and take care of him himself.

Jason glances to you and he wants to help. The guy should be dead for what he did and they still don't know if you were the only one he's done it to. He moved from Gotham, who's to say the reason he moved was because GCPD was actually catching onto something for once? You might not be the only one or the last one and this guy is just out there, claiming a sense of glory for making sure a kid didn't get killed by a train. That doesn't erase what he did or make some type of clean slate. He's a monster and someone should do something about the fucker.

But, none of them bring it up, they let you sit with it while the movie plays, almost hoping maybe it'll distract you. It is your choice and you raved about how it's one of your favorites. And it does help a little bit because Gar talks about how much he likes the typography animations of the film and Jason finds Columbus hilarious and can't believe he's survived the apocalypse so far. Rachel's favorite is, of course, Wichita. The three of them talking through the movie do lighten your mood enough to laugh when Tallahassee is so determined to get a fucking twinkie.

As the rest of the movie plays on, you shelve your anger about Jerry. You aren't going to let him ruin a movie night watching one of your favorite movies with people you actually like. So, you shelve it and figure you can deal with the anger later when you’re alone. You put on a happy face and joke with everyone else about the movie.

After the movie, you don't stay to talk like you normally do, a routine more that you, Gar, and Jason have developed since Rachel is normally pretty tired after the movie. Instead, you head to your room and lock yourself inside. The movie ended and the floodgates of fury opened. You can hear the broadcast echoing n the back of your head, seeing Jerry's face every time you blink. You can't let him live like that, thinking he got away with it. He can't just get away with what he did to you. With the public seeing him in such a good eye, he might get another foster kid. He'll say you ran away and foster kids do have a habit of doing that and then they'll probably give him another one. Another kid to torture and probably kill. You can't let that happen. So, you’re going to hatch a plan. But before you can get the plan worked out, a knock on your door pull your attention. You pause for just a second before choosing to ignore the knock.

"Y/n? It's Gar." Gar says through the door, worry laced in his words.

"Go away, please." You say, feeling bad for telling him to go away but not being in the mood to talk about anything. You don't want anyone to talk you out of this and Gar has the ability to do that.

"Please, let me in." Gar says through the door, his voice is a quiet plea and you ignore him again. He just wants to make sure you’re okay and you know that but you'll be fine after tonight. "Y/n?"  There's genuine concern in his voice this time and you can't leave him out there any longer.

You come to the door, opening it slowly. "I just want to be alone, Gar."

"Please talk to me." Gar keeps his stance outside the door. "I'm worried about you."

Worried.

You let out a breath, hanging your head before letting him in. You shut the door behind him while Gar looks around your room. It's really coming along now. Framed movie posters line every wall and two pairs of shoes sit on the foot of your bed. A few vinyls are sitting on a desk next to a black turn table.

"That newscast is messed up." Gar turns to face you, brows wrinkling together.

"Yeah, little do they know, right?" You scoff, feeling the anger bubble in your stomach.

"Seriously, are you okay?" Gar asks. "It's okay if you're not."

"I'm just...upset." You admit. "Just sucked, ya know? But I really don't want to talk about it."

Gar's brows are knitted together, the concern is almost radiating off of him. "Maybe you should. I'm worried about you." He says with honesty.

Your jaw clenches as you shake your head. "I'm not gonna do anything or go off the deep end, okay? I'm fine." You lie right through your teeth and you can feel the guilt coating your stomach like thick charcoal.

Gar huffs, getting frustrated because he knows you better than that now. You’re not okay because you always let him in your room. Always. "I don't believe you."

"Well, that sounds like a you problem." You quip so quickly, you didn't even think about talking to Gar and now you feel even worse about it. "Gar--"

"No, no it's fine." Gar scoffs. "My problem for caring, right?" He shrugs, a look of defeat-covered sadness fills his face.

"I didn't..." You pause. This is one of the reasons you didn't want him in here. You know how you get when you’re this kind of upset and that's mean. "I didn't mean it....like that. I just..." You let out a sigh of defeat. "Thank you for caring about me and trying to protect me but this isn't your problem and I am not gonna put that on you."

"You can." Gar says as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

"I know." You nod, taking a step towards him. "I don't want to, though." Your eyes scan over his face. You’re so scared of scarring him and ruining him. There's only so much one person can take and Gar has already been through so much and seen too much. It's not your job to bring him down the spiral with you. "I'm sorry, Gar."

Gar is really good at reading people. He's spent so much time alone or in silence around other people that reading them has become a second nature thing for him. He can just do it without even thinking about it and he's normally right. The way you’re talking to him, the way you’re dodging his eyes, the way you were faking a smile during a movie that's supposed to be your favorite, there is something serious going through your head. Gar has to think it's more than just flashbacks because you would tell him about it. You walk the tower together, every single night to make sure Jerry isn't around so you can sleep. You’ve popped into his room twice now due to a nightmare. Something is going on and he's scared for you.

"I just want you to tell me what's going on." Gar almost pleads with her.

"I just want to be alone." Your voice is defeated, almost begging him to understand. "Can we just talk tomorrow about it, please? I'll come to you, I will. But for tonight, I just want to be alone about it."

Gar nods and he gives up. He won't force you to talk even though he's worried. But, his biggest fear is you going after Jerry and you promised you wouldn't do that. So, he takes your word for it and accepts it.

"Promise?" Gar asks.

"I promise." You give him a soft and small cornered smile. "Thank you for being here for me. You're really sweet, Gar." You nod at him, your eyes filled of heartache.

"No problem." Gar gives you a tight-lipped smile.

You close the distance between you and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He always smells like strawberries, the smell of home to you. Gar wraps his arms around you tightly, almost begging you not to let go. If you’re hugging him, it means you aren't going off the deep end and you aren't going to spiral alone. He's right there and he will always be here. And you feel warm and comfortable, holding him close to you. He's always so warm, he just radiates heat and you adore it. You swear you could never feel cold or alone again as long as Gar is near. But, right now, your bones are aching to be frozen. Your heart is pleading with you to let the cold shatter you into a million shards. Every part of you wants to be freezing because freezing is sometimes so much easier than being warm.

Freezing is being alone and tired. Freezing is the feeling right before the rage sets in. Freezing is the acceptance of the rage that will come and the actions to follow. Everyone talks about how anger is red and hot. But, for you, it's always been subzero temperatures because it's lonely being so angry. At least when you’re warm, it means you have someone in your corner, cheering you on, not letting the ice freeze over you when you’re drowning, trapping yourself in a lake. Being hot is allowing yourself to vent and get it all out but freezing keeps you in place. Pondering and pacing about every horrible thing you’ve been dealt, the anger is the only thing keeping your heart pumping and something about the cold is addictive like a menthol cigarette so you let him go.

"Thank you."

Gar nods. "Just, come to my room if you change your mind." Gar's hands linger on your back and you nod.

Gar breaks away and leaves you to yourself, a sense of guilt filling his stomach. It doesn't feel right but he doesn't know what else to do. He can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped even if that's the hardest pill to swallow. Gar is always the helper but you don't want his help. And he wonders if you’re too far gone to be helped right now. You’ve been through a lot and he wonders what is too much for one person. At some point, does someone just lose it and become something worse in the end? He doesn't want you to end up like that. But, he goes to his room and shuts the door, keeping it unlocked in case you change your mind, begging the universe to let you change your mind.

But you don't.

You decide you can wait until everyone goes to bed and then head to the comms lab. There you can look up Jerry, just like Jason and Gar did with you. You can probably get his address since this is Batman's house. Surely, the computers have access to a bunch of shit they shouldn't. From there, you can get a cab or an uber or walk if you have to, all the way to Jerry's and kick his ass.

In all honesty, you aren't completely sure if you’re ready but you have enough confidence and rage to shrug it off. If he knows you’re alive and kicking, that's almost enough. He has to know he did not win against you and it is not over. You want revenge and justice and you want him to never do that to anyone else again. And in your head, this plan will work. If he comes after you, he’ll have to fight the others Titans, too and he’ll lose.

You choose to ignore how Dick will react when he finds out. Dick has the codes for the whole building that monitors who comes and goes at any time. Surely, he'll know someone left and when he checks the camera, he'll see you. If he figures it out, so be it. You’re perfectly willing to take the chance, especially because you know Robin wasn't always a defensive fighter. You’ve seen your share of older Robin videos when Robin still would have been Dick and he would fight unprovoked sometimes. You’re sure he had a reason but the other guys didn't start the fight. To you, going to Jerry to pick a fight, is justified. So, you wait it out in your room.

It's been about three hours when you decide the coast is probably clear and safe for you to head out. You open your door and check the hallway, only seeing faint light from the city. You take that as a good enough sign everyone is in bed and you head to the comms lab. From there, you input the code which you find to be a bit funny that all of you have access to it. Getting Jerry's address was a lot easier than you expected it to be. It was in your files from the foster care system, even his Gotham address was in there which, apparently, he still owns the home.

Once you have the address in your phone, you head back to your room. You figured you'd get the address first and then get changed into something all black. This way, if you happened to wake someone up while getting the address, you could buy a little more time just to make sure no one was onto you. And it seemed to work. You changed without any issue and are on your way out, walking into the common area and almost to the elevator when a voice scares you.

"What're you doing?" He gives a scruffy laugh.

You wince, freezing and slowly turning around. "What are you doing?" You echo, crossing your arms.

Jason is seated at the snack bar, arms over his chest and a devilish grin tugging at his lips. "Asked you first." Jason quips.

"I'm not doing anything. Your turn."

Jason gets up from his seat at the barstools. He knew you'd be up to something. No one gets that mad about something and just lets it go during a two-hour movie. He actually thought you'd go to the training room and end up hurting yourself somehow so he waited and listened for you to come out of your room. He went straight for the kitchen only to see you not there and you weren't in the training room. So, he waited, curious as to what you were up to.

"Right." Jason nods, walking up to you. "Ya look like you're up to something." Jason looks you up and down, noticing the all-black attire, something you don't normally wear.

"You look like you're up to something." You raise, stumbling on your words. You have nothing. No ammunition in your arsenal for him. Jason isn't stupid or gullible.

"You're fucking bad at this, ya know that?"

"Bad at what?" You plays dumb.

"You're going to find him, aren't you?" His eyes narrow just slightly as his brows twitch up and you think he might actually be intrigued.

You pause and are you that obvious? Of course, you do look suspicious creeping around the tour at two in the morning when everyone else is asleep. You’re not in pajamas, you look like you’re going to rob someone. It's not a good look and you almost feels dumb for thinking you'd get away with it. But, why is Jason up then?

"You gonna stop me?" You challenge him.

Jason lets out a breath. "Nope." He shakes his head and you raise a brow at him. "Dick's gonna kill you if he finds out though."

"So, don't tell him." You snip.

"Let me come with you." Jason's eyes look you up and down. He doesn't want you to go alone. If it goes south, well, he'd rather not think about that.

"No." You chortle back. "This is my thing."

"Yeah? And if he has powers? You think of that?" Jason questions.

"I have powers. I can take him." You shake your head, your voice defensive but almost whiney.

"Come on." Jason sighs. "Just to make sure you don't get yourself killed or some shit."

You narrow your eyes. "Didn't realize you cared so much about my well-being." Sarcasm drips off your words and you almost think Jason has some other angle he’s trying to work here.

"You always gotta be such a bitch?" The last word has a touch of sarcasm to it.

"You always gotta be such an asshole?" You echo him in the same tone.

Jason gains the smallest of grins as he licks his lips. "I won't tell Dick."

You shake your head and it is a good idea to bring him. As much as you want to think you can take Jerry on your own, he has a point. For all you know, he does have powers and if his powers are better than yours or stronger, you'll need help. You haven't had the training and despite Jason not having powers, he's very good without them and can hold his own. Bringing him would at least probably make sure you don't get herself killed or recaptured.

"Fine." You sigh. "Okay."

"I'm gonna go get my suit." Jason’s voice fills with excitement as he spins on his heels, heading towards his room.

"Of course you are." You nod and take a seat at one of the chairs while you wait for Jason.

Jason doesn't take long, he was much quicker than you thought he would be. But when he comes out, you get to actually see him in the Robin suit for the first time in person. A part of you thinks he looks a little ridiculous, it's something about the cape. You never understood the cape. Hasn't Batman ever seen the Incredibles? But, there's another part that finds it pretty endearing. He holds himself higher in the suit, and it's not just the boots adding around three inches to his height. Jason is even daunting a genuine smile.

"What?" Jason asks, catching the look you’re giving him.

You move from your place at the counter and walk over to him. You get a better look at the detail and you’ve never seen a suit up close. It's kind of cool actually. You reach out and touch the cape, it doesn't feel like a standard, run-the-of-mill fancy fabric. It’s interesting and it’s a lot thicker than you thought but it doesn’t feel heavy.

"Made with zylon fibers." Jason gives this arrogant grin as you drop the cape.

"Mm." You hum. "Which is what?" You eye him carefully.

"Synthetic material." Jason explains and wiggles his brows. "Six times stronger than kevlar." He is beaming and it sends a rush of bubbles to your stomach.

"So, you're bulletproof?" You ask, matching the smirking expression on Jason's face.

"Pretty much, flame retardant, too." Jason's head is held high and there's this look in his eyes as if expecting you to be amazed and impressed.

You have to drop the teasing grin, turning more into amazement because of course you’re amazed by it. "That's..."

"Sick, right?"

"Yeah, actually. That's fucking awesome." You gush. You never understood the cape but now you do. It protects him and suddenly, you actually really like it. On him.

Jason laughs softly to himself, looking to ground and back to you. "Ready to kick some ass?"

"Hell yeah." You nod your head, quickly walking to the elevator.

"Here." Jason hands you a helmet as you both get into the elevator.

"Oh, you really have a bike?" You ask as you take the black full-face helmet from him.

"Why is that shocking?" Jason chortles.

You shrug. "Dunno, guess it makes sense. You're not like a bad driver, right?" You tease him.

"Fuck you." Jason scoffs. "Can you even drive?"

"Shut up." You huff. "No, I was held captive, remember?" Your eyes widen at him.

"I can teach you." Jason holds his head high, keeping his stare forward.

"Sounds illegal, Jason."

"Because what we're doing is legal."

"What if you just drive me around?" You give him a toothy smile.

"I'm not your chauffeur but nice try." Jason laughs and he knows if you asked, he'd drive you across the country.

"Awww." You pout your bottom lip at him but Jason just rolls his eyes.

"Real cute." Sarcasm drips from his words.

"I know." You give him a cheeky smile.

The rest of the elevator ride is quiet and you follow Jason to the parking garage. His bike is parked off in a corner with a cover. Jason rips the cover off with ease. The bike is a matte black Kawasaki sports bike. Of course, it's a sports bike, Jason wouldn't have a cruiser. Somehow, it's all very fitting and the very idea of Jason driving something like a Prius makes you almost laugh to yourself. The bike is better.

"Come on." Jason nods his head towards the bike as he swings a leg over, kicking up the kickstand.

You follow his lead, Jason tilting the bike slightly so you can actually get on. Once you’re situated, Jason looks over his shoulder at you and he has this boom in his chest. He doesn't let people on his bike but you’re different. You’re on a mission and he's not gonna let you get yourself killed. And he's in his Robin suit while you’re dressed in something of a suit yourself since it's not your usual wardrobe. Jason doesn't think he needs help kicking ass but the idea of having you with him? That's something he could definitely get used to. Maybe you'll make a good team.

"Ever been on a bike before?" Jason asks.

"Nope." You pop the 'p'.

"Alright, just hold on." Jason smirks at you and you deadpan.

"Ya know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this is your way of hitting on me." Your mouth twitches up into a teasing grin.

"Good thing you know better." Jason quips, the smirk not budging. "Put on the helmet." Jason says as he slides his on, buckling it under his chin. You follow his lead, the helmet a little big on you but you’re not going to complain. A helmet is a helmet. "Hold on." Jason nods once at you before sliding the face shield down and turning back around. You put your own shield down and hold onto his waist, the cape bunched between the two of you.

Jason takes off and your grip tightens around him. You’ve never even known anyone who owns a motorcycle, let alone had the chance to be on one and it's a bit scary at first, especially with you not knowing how Jason is as a driver. But, after a few minutes, you get used to it and find it a bit fun. It's a little cold with the winds against you but the city zips by you and there's a thrill and a sense of freedom that comes with it. You get why he likes it.

You gave Jason the address in the elevator so his phone could give him the directions. The GPS instructs him through the com system in the helmets. Jerry's house is just outside of the city. Not too far from where Dick had found you and you get why you were dumped there. You looked like just another homeless kid and if you were dead, it's likely the police would have thought that's all you were. Another homeless kid, another runaway, another addict. Maybe they would have cared a little bit here but you grew up in Gotham where it was normal so you don't think it would have been a big deal. But, finding a body in suburbia? That's almost always some type of big thing. The city makes sense.

You reach Jerry's house in about twenty minutes but Jason parks in the alley. The alley behind the house is secluded, no cameras and some bushes that shield you and the bike. You get off the bike first and then Jason. While Jason pushes it towards a tree to hide it a bit more, you stand outside the fence leading into Jerry's yard.

It's a pale wooden picket fence with a gate. It's basic but not too basic like the Cleavers, not to raise suspicion probably. But it makes your blood pressure spike. You can't believe you’re back here and you could turn around, call it quits. This could end badly. It definitely could and your plan wasn't well thought out. What are you supposed to do? Walk inside and just go off? What if one of the neighbors hears? What happens if this gets you and Jason arrested? Does Dick have any pull here to get you both out of it? If he does, would he help you or just Jason? Maybe this was a bad idea.

"You alright?" Jason asks as he stands next to you.

You look to him, worry written across your face. "Yeah, uh, j-j-just can't believe I'm here."

Even in the dim light of the alley, Jason can see there's something wrong. "If you wanna go back, we can."

You’re seriously considering it but you’re so mad. The broadcast plays back in your head, them calling Jerry a fucking hero. He's a hero? You’re standing next to fucking Robin. You were welcomed into being a fucking Titan and Jerry, Jerry the abusive piece of shit is a hero. That sends your blood into a boil again and eases every what-if situation from your brain.

"No, I'm good." You nod up at Jason before walking up to the gate.

You unlock the gate, allowing Jason in first while you close the gate behind you. And then there’s the house. It's such a basic, small, family suburban home. It's a light red brick, white trim. One floor with a decent patio and patio furniture. It is so simple and so basic, no one would ever know what happens in that house and that irks you. It's not a creepy run-down place where everyone has some type of urban legend about him kidnapping kids. His house, his perfectly cut yard, him, it all seems so fucking normal and he might as well be a Cleaver.

"Gonna break down the door or some shit?" Jason asks just above a whisper.

You roll your eyes at him. "He's such an upstanding citizen, surely he has a key, right?" You ask, looking up to Jason.

"Lead the way then." Jason gestures a hand out in front of him.

You walk over to the door and you do find it a bit convenient that the fence Jerry chose is so high. Someone would need a step stool to actually see over the fence and he has a fair amount of trees as well. You push the idea of why he'd want so much privacy away as you go up to the door.

"If I were a fucking psycho, where would I hide a key?" You ask, mostly to yourself as you look around. "Flowerpot is too obvious and so is the rock and the mat." You mutter and Jason watches you, questioning if you'll actually find a key. "I don't want people to think I'm a psycho so I would have a key, in case I get locked out or something." You continue. "Somewhere people can get but not too...." You crouch beside the glass outdoor table and look under it. "Idiot." You scoff as you find a key duct taped under the table. You rip it from the table and pop back up. "Got it."

"Nice." Jason congratulates you. "How'd you know?"

"Spent a lot of time here, you figure out where people would hide shit when you literally have nothing else to do but watch them." You explain as you walk to the door, gently placing the key in the keyhole.

"Fair enough." Jason shrugs. "Hey, you're not gonna kill him, right?" Jason asks as you get the door unlocked. He doesn't want you to get killed but he doesn't want you to get that kind of blood on your hands. None of you are supposed to be killing people, even if they might deserve it and Jason's worried Dick might kick you out if you do. Jason has a bad feeling about it.

"Of course, not." You shake your head. "I hate him and want him dead but I won't give him that satisfaction either." You assure him.

You take a deep breath, hand on the handle of the door. You shake your head and open it quietly. You take a few steps inside, Jason right behind you. You can hear a TV coming from the front of the house and a faint light coming from in front of you. You walk quietly through the kitchen, the TV getting louder as you approach the open room with the light.

Jerry is sat in a Laz-E-Boy recliner watching some game show. He looks so comfortable and content. That's enough for you to lose all of your inhibitions. You walk from behind the wall and come right into plain view, something Jason did not expect you to do. He thought maybe you'd sneak up on him but this is bold and that's when he starts to worry that you'll actually lose it. So, he walks up behind you.

You have a harsh stare on Jerry as he jumps slightly in his seat, the appearance of two people in the house catching him off guard. You know it's because he's too comfortable with where he is. No one expects anything, why would he be the one on guard? Meanwhile, you’ve been living in a constant state of paranoia.

"Y/n?" Jerry says your name and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard coming from him. But all you do is stare at him, fighting off the warming of your hands. He can't know he won.

He stands up from his recliner and makes the short walk over to you, expecting you to back away in fear but you don't. You hold yourself tall, not breaking eye contact with the stare that could kill. Jason takes a step forward as if it were an instinct, almost waiting for Jerry to do something, ready for Jason to not let him lay a hand on you. Jerry ignores him and instead, gains a sinister smile as he looks down to you.

"You're back." His voice is almost cocky like he knew that if you were alive somewhere, you'd show back up and you can't quite figure out why he would ever think that. You'd rather be on the streets. It's not like you weren't on the streets before. "I thought you were dead." He scoffs like it's some sort of taunt, a warning maybe.

Maybe he would kill you now if given the chance. Maybe that was his intention. You can't fucking tell what the point of it is. What you do know, is that you’re fucking done looking at his smug face.

"Surprise, bitch!" You yell before grabbing his head and bringing it down, kneeing him in the face in one quick motion.

Jason takes a step back, allowing you to just go at it. Jerry stumbles and you don't take a second to let him breathe. You’re quick to start landing punches and kicks, using all of your strength. You grab the collar of his shirt and drag him to the ground before punching his face as hard as you can. Punch after punch lands and you can't figure out who you are or what you’re doing now. Everything has turned red. Flashes of what he did to you cross your eyes with every blink. Everything comes back in a tidal wave, pulling you under so far you can't focus on anything besides making sure he never gets up to do that to you again. But at some point, it starts to look concerning from where Jason is standing.

You’re going to kill him if he doesn't stop you. Jerry had no chance which, if Jason wants to be honest, is a bit surprising. You haven't been training long and you’re not great at it. You have a lot of fight though, he'll give you that but he never thought you'd hold your own, not yet anyway. Jason always felt you had a long way to go and so did Dick. But, apparently, the rage and adrenaline flooding you is enough to fill the gaps of your fighting technique and it's scaring him a little. He won't let you kill him.

Jason moves behind you, bending over and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you off of him. You fight Jason as hard as you can but Jason is still much stronger than you are. You punch and kick the air, tears wetting your cheeks, something you hadn't even noticed.

"Let me go!" You wiggle around but Jason just wraps his arms tighter, falling to the floor with you.

"You're gonna fucking kill him." Jason says in your ear. "Stop." Jason holds you against his chest. He will not let you kill him as much Jason wants to see him dead. You don't deserve to live with his blood on your hands. He won't let you.

"I don't fucking care!" Your voice nearly cracks as you fight him. Everything is red and blurry. You hate him and you aren't done yet. He tortured you for a year. You want a few more punches in. You don't care that he's not moving.

"Fucking stop!" Jason yells at you. "You're not fucking killing him, alright? And I'm not letting you go until you stop." His voice comes back down and his grip is still tight.

"He doesn't deserve to live!" The yell that comes from you is more of a sob. "He was gonna kill me!"

"I know." Jason's voice is understanding but stern. "You can't kill him. That's what he wants you to do. You wanna be like him?"

You pause for a second, trying to regain your breath. Your heart thunders in your chest while your stomach burns. You don't want to be like him but you hate him so much. Jerry stole so much from you and he's so content with himself. It's not fucking fair and how are you supposed to live knowing that? But, with Jason holding you still, you get a look at Jerry for the first time without tears clouding your vision. He's covered in blood. There's blood coming from his nose and his mouth, red marks smothering his face. He's unconscious and you know Jason is right. You can't kill him.

"Okay." You suck in a shaky breath, a hiccup following. "Okay."

"I will drag you outta here kicking and screaming if you go again, alright?" Jason asks before loosening his grip.

"Okay." You nod, swallowing the hard lump in your throat. You can't kill him but you do need to check something. "Stay." You mutter to him, your legs weak as you get up, nearly tripping over Jason. 

"Where the fuck are you--"

"I'll be back." You start your walk down a hallway off the living room, almost zombie-like.

Jason sits on the floor, staring at Jerry. He really hates this fucker, too. But he knows you're gonna have to get out of here soon. He doesn't think you were too loud and he checks the windows, not seeing any of the neighbors' lights turned on. But, you can't spend too much time just in case. So, he ties Jerry up with some rope he brought and gags him, just to make sure he doesn't come to and escape while Jason grabs you.

Jason walks down the hall and spots you standing outside of a door with several locks going up to the doorframe. You’re just standing there, not moving or saying anything. It doesn't take a mastermind to figure out that's the door to the basement. That's the only reason there would be so many locks. The guy was prepared for you, or anyone, to try and break out. Jason knows why you never could now. All those locks, what looks to be a thick door. You never would have had the strength and it breaks his heart.

"We gotta get outta here, Y/n." Jason says from behind you, there's an urgency to his voice.

"Door is locked." You mutter, almost as if you’re in a haze.

"Yeah." Jason agrees and he's watching you carefully, not sure what you’re going to do next.

"It wouldn't be locked if he didn't have a replacement." You shake your head, the fury you felt just seconds ago fades knowing what you'll find in that basement.

Jason's heart sinks into his stomach. He never thought you'd find someone else and he hopes you’re wrong. But, just in case you’re not, he doesn't fight you when you reach for the locks with bloody and shaky hands. You unlock six lock and open the door with hesitance. A single lightbulb illuminates the landing at the bottom of the stairs. You remember sitting there for hours before Jerry finally chained you up.

You'd run up the stairs at full speed, running into the door. It never worked and it usually led to you falling down at least a few stairs. It's nightmare fuel. But, you take a deep breath and forces yourself to walk down the stairs. Jason looks over his shoulder, making sure Jerry isn't behind you and he follows you carefully.

You’re steady with your steps as you reach the bottom. The basement is the exact same how you remember it. Dingy and grey, bad lighting, and nothing for any source of entertainment. There's no sign of food or water. All there is Jerry's experiment table with a medicine cabinet. He keeps sedatives in there from what you remember. Your bones ache as you look around until you spot the dentist-style chair you spent so much time in. But it's not empty.

"Oh, fuck." Jason sighs behind you, seeing a boy chained to the chair.

"You should call Dick." You say, your voice flat.

"He's gonna be pissed. Are you sure?" Jason looks to you and he knows it's the right thing to do but he won't call if you’re not sure.

"Yeah, he'll know what to do." You nod your head as you make your way to the boy.

Jason pauses for a second and watches you. It's great that you came and found this kid but he wonders how bad it's gonna mess you up. It'd mess anyone up, returning to the place of horrors to find someone else in their place. But, Jason doesn't sit on it, he runs up the stairs to call Dick and check on Jerry.

You approach the boy who can't be more than ten. You’re a little relieved looking at him. His cheeks are still pudgy and he doesn't seem to have any bruises or swelling. But the boy is scared, jerking away from you to the best of his ability.

"Hey, I-I-I'm Y/n." You whisper to him. "I'm not gonna hurt you." You take one of the chains in your hands, using the other to melt the chain away from where it had him connected to the ground. Once the boy is freed, he's almost too scared to move. "Did he hurt you?" You ask.

"N-no." The boy's voice is small.

"Okay." You offer him a small but warm smile. "We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" The boy shakes his head. "My friend is upstairs and he's calling another one to help. Do you have parents?" You ask. The boy nods. "Do you know where they are?"

"M-my mom's...." The boy struggles for words, voice shaking. "In the hospital."

"Foster care until she's better?" You ask and the boy nods. "Okay, um...I used to live here, too." You tell him. "It's pretty scary but then my friends saved me. He's not gonna hurt you, okay?"

"Where is he?" The boy asks.

"Upstairs." You answer plainly and you catch the boy glancing to your hands. You finally realize they're covered in blood, seeing a few deep cuts on your knuckles. "It's just mine, I'm okay." You partially lie to him. "Are you from here?" The boy nods again. "I'm from Gotham. Heard of it?"

"Batman is from there." The boy says.

"Yeah," You give him a smile. "Pretty cool, right? Batman and Robin fighting bad guys." You see a faint smile pull at his lips. "Robin is upstairs, that's who my friend is."

"Your friend is Robin?"

"Mhm." You hum. "Pretty cool, right?" You ask him and he nods again, this time with a little more energy. "Don't tell anyone, but he's kind of twerp." You try to lighten the mood and the boy laughs faintly. "His cape is bulletproof though so I guess that makes up for it."

"It's bulletproof?" The boy's voice picks up just slightly.

"I know right, he just told me though and it's fireproof."

"That's cool."

"Right? It's pretty fancy."

"Why don't you have a suit?"

"I'm not really a hero yet but maybe I can talk to his guy about it one day." You scrunch your nose.

After a few more minutes of conversation with the boy, you mostly trying to keep him distracted, Dick shows up. He is pissed, so beyond pissed in fact, he almost doesn't look mad. He can't believe you and Jason really snuck out of the tower on your own and went to hunt down Jerry. Behind his back. You both have actually lost your minds. Dick doesn't know what he's supposed to do with the two of you. You can't do this, this is not what the Titans do. This was just reckless. Sure, you’re new and still filled with unresolved trauma, but Jason? He expects so much more from him.

Jason directs Dick into the basement after Dick sees Jerry. Dick just held the bridge of his nose while Jason explained what happened. He really cannot believe this but he just tells Jason to make sure Jerry doesn't go anywhere while he goes to get you. Dick walks down into the basement and he gets a sense of what you went through. This was the only thing you saw for an entire year. The only person you saw was Jerry and it sheds some light on how you ended up here right now. Not fully because Jason didn't get much chance to explain what lead you on a mission tonight of all nights.

But, Dick shelves it for the time being as he sees you with a boy. This fucker had another kid trapped. It's unbelievable and Dick should have done something about him himself. It always should have been your fight but had Dick known there was another kid, he would have done it. This shouldn't have had to fall onto your shoulders.

"That's my other friend, who's friends with Robin." You tell the boy as Dick approaches.

"I'm gonna take over, is that alright?" Dick asks the boy and smiles kindly at him.

"He's the one that found me and saved me. You can trust him." You give the boy a reassuring smile. And the boy gives you a nod.

Dick pulls you aside. "Are you okay?" Dick asks, seeing the blood on your hands.

You nod. "Yeah, I think it's mostly Jerry's." You whisper to him, not making eye contact.

"Okay, good." Dick nods with a hand on his hip. "Home. Now." Dick says through gritted teeth. "I will deal with the both of you when I get back." Dick shoos you upstairs and you wave at the boy before darting up the stairs.

You find Jason in the living room with Jerry still. You find it a little hard to look at Jason and Jerry. Jerry is a little too bloody and you’re thankful Jason pulled you off of him. You shouldn't kill him and you don't actually want to. Had Jason not been there, you’re afraid you wouldn't have been able to stop. You hope you would have but you’re not sure. But, Jason also witnessed all of that and that's the embarrassing part of it.

"Let's go." You ignore Jerry, walking past Jason and heading to the back door.

Jason is right on your heels, following you outside. He hates that he had to call Dick for this but Jason doesn't know how to handle another victim. You sure as shit shouldn't have to. Dick could at least, probably, clean up the mess. He was a detective and he is, legally, Bruce Wayne's son. Jason is sure Dick won't have issues with this but if it were just Jason and you, that might be an issue. He knows he had to but he still hates it.

"Hey." Jason calls after you as you open the gate but you ignore him. "Y/n." Jason continues as you reach the bike.

"Yeah." You say, turning to face him.

"You alright? That was nuts." Jason's words have almost a touch of hesitance.

"Peachy."

"Don't bullshit me." Jason scoffs.

You don’t ignore him. You never ignore him and you have a distant look in your eyes. He knows you’re not okay and you shouldn’t be after that.

You shake your head. "I don't fucking know, alright?" You grab the helmet from the ground. "Dick's pissed and he'll probably kick me out, ya know? But...Jerry is just..." You scrunch your nose as if fighting off something between fury and agony. "A monster."

Jason nods, walking up to you. "Yeah, he's a piece of dog shit. Doesn't deserve shit from anyone." Jason agrees with you. "Do you feel better?"

You shake your head weakly this time. "No." You finally make eye contact with him. "Not really."

"You should." Jason states. "He deserved it."

"I dunno." You scoff, your eyes feeling heavy as the adrenaline starts to crash. "I'm just..." You pause, looking away from him. "I'm so...pissed, I guess? But then I'm sad and upset and then I get mad again." You rolls your shoulders. "Like all I wanna do is lose my fucking mind over it but then I can't because I have to have some sort of control. Like I can't just take it out, it's bottling up over and over. And this didn't help the way I thought it would because it still fucking happened to me." You choke down a cry. "It's fucking heavy and it still fucking happened and....it didn't fucking help."

Jason looks to the ground, feeling sad for you. He's never been through anything like this. You have similar trauma from Gotham but this, this is uncharted. He can't imagine what you’ve gone through. Just the glimpse tonight tells him it was, without a doubt, torture. But he wants to help because he cares about you. Jason cares more about you than he has about anyone else. You deserve better.

He gestures a hand, making a fist at you to signal for you to give him the helmet. You hand it over. "Take it out on me." Jason offers, switching the helmet from his right hand to his left. "And put it on me." His words are filled of ease as if it were the easiest thing he's ever said.

"What?" You furrow your brows at him, your eyes scanning over his face.

"Take it out on me. You're fucking pissed about it? Spar with me, I'll go easy on you so you can get all that shit out. You're fucking sad about it? Rant to me until you feel better." Jason looks to the ground and then back to you. "I'll carry your shit for you, alright?"

"W-why?"

Jason doesn't tell people how he feels, not usually. It makes him uncomfortable. It puts too much pressure on him. It makes him too exposed to the elements of being broken. He cares about you and he knows you’re not that dense. He doesn't have to tell you.

Jason shrugs. "Just trying to help."

You wipe your face with your shoulder, feeling a sad smile come to your face. "That's awfully nice of you, Jay."

Jason finds the nickname endearing coming from you. "I can be nice."

"Sometimes." You joke softly. "Um...thanks for...coming with." Your smile falls as your brows furrow. "And for not letting me kill him."

Jason's smile is warm. "Anytime." The warmth in Jason's chest is nice, comforting even and something he hasn't felt, ever. "Let me see your hand." Jason sticks out his hand as he closes the small distance between you but you just quirk a brow at him. "Your hands are covered in blood, let me see how bad it is, damn."

You laugh softly, putting your right hand in his. "Starting to hurt a little." You mutter as you pull out your phone, shining the flashlight on your hand.

"You brought your phone?" Jason laughs. "Dick could have tracked that." Jason shakes his head, examining your hand. "Shit's gonna hurt in the morning."

"Yeah, pretty sure I got his teeth in a few punches."

"No fucking shit." Jason chortles, seeing the cuts across your hand. "You gotta clean this when we get back."

"Yeah, that'll be fun." You scoff. "Ready to get out of here?" You ask.

Jason drops your hand, giving you the helmet back. "Don't get blood on my suit." He smirks at you, waking just past you to grab his own helmet.

"I'll try my best." You mock, waiting for him to mount the bike. "Bulletproof, fireproof, but what? Blood stains are where the line is drawn?"

"No, I just don't that dickweed's blood on my suit." Jason chortles.

"Mhm." You follow his lead, getting on the bike as he leans it. "Sure, that's it."

"Shut up and put the damn helmet on." Jason shakes his head, putting his own helmet on. You laugh, putting the helmet on and sliding the face shield down before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Ready?" He asks, barely looking over his shoulder and he feels you nod against his back before turning around and sliding his face shield down and taking off.

Back at the tower, you and Jason go your separate ways for a few minutes. You go into the bathroom to start cleaning up your hands and Jason goes off to his room to change out of his suit. While you get the supplies, you’re faced with some confusing feelings.

Jason is a lot of fun to flirt with and he's really cute. You actually like his arrogance and snarkiness. He's tough and smart, much smarter than people wanna give him credit for but you also know he's dangerous. He's rough around the edges and a bit of a wild child. Jason is just as fucked up as you are and you find a sense of comfort in that. He chooses to be angry and have a bit more violence to himself. He can be kind of soft if the moment fits, but he likes to fight. And for you, it's comforting because that's the only thing you want to do lately. Fight and be angry. It's nice to know you’re not alone in that. And he makes you feel safe and understood without even trying. But, you do also find a sense of comfort in Gar.

Gar never would have let you go tonight. He would have been able to talk you out of it. Jason didn't even really try. Gar, despite his trauma, chooses to be kind and gentle. It's a foreign concept to you. To choose the opposite of what you’re dealt. But there is something refreshing in it. There's something refreshing in his optimism even if his optimism seems a little forced like maybe that's his way of dealing with his trauma. You worry Gar pushes it all away so far it'll snap back like a rubberband one day. But Gar does it anyway and he's also very cute and smart and funny. You like the same movies and same tv shows. There are common interests. For you, you like them both for different reasons. So, maybe your best bet is to keep those feelings to yourself. You don't want to ruin anything between the three of you.

You start the water and stick your hands underneath, stinging and burning consuming your hands. You hiss as you try to wash the cuts.

"Need help?" Jason asks from the doorway, watching you struggle to keep your hands under the water.

"Fucking please. This shit hurts and I need two hands." You groan which makes Jason laugh as he walks in.

"Lemme see." Jason holds out his hands for yours.

He looks over the cuts on your hands, now with less blood and better lighting. Bloody and bruised knuckles aren't new to him. He swears there was a point where they were always bruised. He saw purple skin across his hands more than he saw his normal skin tone. Since, being Robin though, the gloves take most of the blows. He doesn't miss it, the ache of bruises and scratching from healing scabs. But, he at least knows how to deal with it.

Jason grabs the antiseptic wipes from the counter that you had already taken out and takes your left hand in his. He doesn't warn you, he just goes right for it and starts cleaning the cuts gently. You hiss, swearing under your breath as the stinging consumes the cut.

"Sorry." Jason offers an apologetic glance as he continues. "They aren't that bad, the cuts." Jason explains.

"Hurt like a bitch though."

"Because you beat the shit out of someone." Jason chuckles. "It happens."

"Mhm." You hum, watching him carefully.

Gentle is not a word you would use to describe Jason Todd. In fact, in the month and a half you’ve been here, you don't think you’ve ever seen him actually be gentle about anything. But, he is now and maybe that's why you’re so infatuated with him sometimes. He's not as two-dimensional as he comes across. There's a lot about him that's just some façade, maybe to push people away so he doesn't get hurt. After what he's been through, you  sympathize with that. But, you wish he'd drop the act a little. It's fun, sure, but you want to know more about him and find out what really goes on inside that head of his.

"Tell me something about you." You say, keeping your eyes on your hands as Jason switches to the clean the other one.

"Like what?" He asks, his voice flat.

You shrug. "Dunno, something though. Like, something not a lot of people know about you."

Jason pauses, keeping your hand in his as he looks to you, expecting you to have some type of teasing expression but you don't. Your eyes hold curiosity and a sense of calmness. This isn't normally how you communicate. It's just banter and flirting but you seem genuine now. It makes him shift.

"Why?"

"Because." You shrug again as you look at him. "Curious, I guess. I won't tell anyone." Your eyes widen, this time a bit teasing. "I'll tell you something."

"No." Jason shakes his head, not having the game.

Letting people close? Not his strong suit. To him, there's no reason to tell you. What you're doing is fun. He's having a great time and he doesn't wanna ruin it by getting a little too real with you. The trauma is almost easier to talk about it because you’ve been through it. But talking about the things that make Jason, Jason, the stuff underneath the trauma, that's the hard shit. That's the shit no one can just know. The trauma is public information. It's not that easy to just talk about.

"What're you so afraid of?" You ask, the lack of teasing in your voice is almost making Jason uncomfortable.

"I'm not afraid of anything." Jason snarks, lying to himself.

"Hmm." You hum. "We're all afraid of something, Jay." There's that nickname again. "Just, I dunno, tell me something real about you."

You make it so tempting. It's the way you smile at him where he knows you’re being serious but the very corner of the right side of your mouth twitches into a grin, just slightly. It's a kind of taunt thing you do with him when you’re trying not to and it makes his stomach flip like he's on a rollercoaster. Something in the way your hand lays gently in his and the way you let him in during vulnerable moments, makes him want to tell you.

Jason sighs, going back to cleaning your hand. "If you tell anyone, I'll kick your ass." Jason warns and you smile, crossing your heart with your free hand. "You know the story. Mom's a smack addict, dad's a dumbass who got himself killed, uncle same shit." Jason explains and you nod even though he can't see you. "Foster care, the streets, juvie."

"Lifting cars?" You ask.

"Amongst other shit, yeah." Jason nods, tossing the antiseptic wipe into the trash and grabbing a roll of gauze from beside you. "I found this school when I was on the streets and slept in the rafters of the auditorium." Jason talks and he gains this gentle smile, one of fondness. He shrugs a shoulder. "I'd watch the theater kids at night when they'd have a show." Jason pauses. "Got pretty into it."

Your heart warms with him talking. The thought of Jason Todd being a theater nerd? Amazing, funny, endearing. Explains why he's so dramatic. It's not what you expected in the best way. That's the kind of real shit you want to know about him. No one would have ever guessed that's his thing and you think it's adorable.

"Huh." You hum as Jason finishes wrapping your left hand. "Didn't peg you for a theater kid."

"Yeah, used to think they were the losers." Jason chuckles, taking your other hand in his. "Now, I wear a mask and a cape."

"That's kind of cute, actually."

"Shut up." Jason groans, thinking you’re messing with him.

"No, I'm serious. Honest, it's cute. Jason Todd, a soft spot for theater. I dunno, I think it's cute."

Jason's eyes narrow as he looks up to you, not sure if he should believe you. But you have soft eyes as you look at him. And your smile is so wide he finds it hard not to believe you. Maybe you were a theater kid and that's your big secret.

"What about you?" Jason asks. "I told you mine. You tell me yours."

"Okay, but you can't laugh." You don't fight him. It's only fair. Jason mimics you crossing your heart, a teasing smile on his face as he licks his lips. You roll your eyes. "I love romance movies."

Jason huffs, trying not to chuckle. "Sorry, sorry." Jason snickers. "You don't seem the type. Your extensive knowledge of horror movies and shit."

You shrug one of your shoulders letting out a sigh. "I love horror movies, man." You laugh. "But, I like romance movies. Ya know, where the guy gets the girl and he holds a boom box over his head. Or throws a fist in the air. I guess, The Breakfast Club isn't romance but I count it. Easy A though with all of the tropes, 13 Going On 30 during the photoshoot scene, How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days with Somebody Like You playing in the background." You list some of your favorites. "I also like sad ones, though. I cry every time."

"Yeah?" Jason puts your wrapped hand down, raising his brows at you and instead of stepping away, he keeps the close distance to you. "Why?"

"Dunno." You shrug once more. "I just do. Like I cry every time I watch A Walk To Remember. 'I'm sorry she didn't get her miracle. She did, it was you." You quote the movie. "I ball my eyes out, every single time. Um, the Notebook, of course. Me Before You, I expect him to live every time and every time he dies. The Time Traveler's Wife, PS I Love You when she gets the last letter." You let out a sharp breath. "Shit, I always expect a different ending, but it's all the same and I cry."

Turns out, you're both full of surprises. Jason never would have thought you liked romance films. It's more than your taste for horror, a lot of people like a lot of different genres of movies. It's also because of your attitude. Rom-coms don't seem your thing, you always seemed more of an action or dystopian person to Jason. But, you have a soft side.

"Full of surprises, huh?" Jason chuckles softly.

"Guess so.” There’s a shy smile pulling at your lips and you feel warmer right now with him, than you have in a long time. “What else?" You ask.

"I read." Jason says, finding it easier to talk now. "I'll read pretty much anything. Always liked it but got a bit more into it on the streets. Libraries are free."

"Didn't peg you for a reader, either." Your smile is sweet.

"You a reader?"

You shake your head. "Nah, the act of reading kind of makes me tired." Your eyes widen with annoyance at yourself. "I wish I was, though. My mom used to read me as a kid and that was fine but I try to read and my brain decides I should sleep.” You laugh softly at yourself. You look down, tilting your head to the right. "Alright," You breathe out, looking back to him. "Got any more questions?" You give him a teasing grin, quickly raising your brows at him.

Jason hums and he could ask a million questions. He's liking getting to know you like this but Gar is also his friend. You seem kind of into him, a little at least. As much as he'd like to know what other hobbies keep you entertained or what your favorite memory is, favorite movie, any hidden talents you had, he's thinking maybe he should ask about Gar before this goes anywhere else. Getting to know you more without knowing what your intentions are, freaks him out a little. Why get close if you'll leave? So, he matches the grin and decides to play the game.

"Yeah, actually." Jason lets out a sharp breath, leaning forward. He places a hand on either side of your thighs, resting his hands on the cool countertop, his face just inches from yours. You eye him carefully, your heart banging against your ribs. "What's up with you and Gar?"

You let out a huff, a taunting smirk on your face. "Hmmm." You hum, trying to figure out his angle here. "Why?" You ask, tilting your head to the right.

Jason mimics your action, shrugging slightly. "Can't be curious?"

"You can." You state, trying to ignore the beating of your heart and swirling in your stomach.

"Well?" Jason asks.

You put your hands over his and get just an inch closer to him, playing his game. "Jealous?" You narrow your eyes at him slightly and Jason's heart bounces into his stomach.

The answer is yes. If there's something going on, yes, he's jealous. But, he's not so jealous that it would get in the way of his friendship with Gar or whatever is going on between him and you. That's petty and dumb, Jason has bigger issues than jealousy over a girl. But, there is a tinge of jealousy in his stomach at the thought of you with Gar instead of him. However, he doesn't want to give you that satisfaction. He can tell by the way you asked and the cornered grin you’re giving him, you expect him to say yes. And he won't.

Jason's voice is low, brows raised. "You fucking wish."

You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe you do want him to be jealous but that sounds like a lot of drama that would be tired and boring. But, you also don't have a witty comeback as much as you want to. No one's ever been able to leave you lost for words but Jason does. He's so quick and smart that it leaves you tongue-tied. He's playing this round-and-round game so long, he's basically an expert. It's fun, though.

Your eyes narrow at him, searching for something to tease him with but you’ve got nothing. You’ve never noticed before but his eyes are really pretty. They're green, not dark green or hazel. They're a muted shade of something like a sea green with a yellow in the center. For a second, you think you could get lost in them like wandering through a forest with no destination or map, just the sun guiding the way. And he has a few dark freckles scattered haphazardly about his face that you want to connect like constellations. He's cute, that was your first impression. Cute. But, taking a second to really look at him, he's kind of beautiful in a tragic kind of way.

"And if I did?" You ask, your brows raising, licking your lips and Jason gives this forced chuckle. The game is being played and neither of you are backing down, so he closes the distance just a bit more, your noses almost touching as Jason eyes your lips.

"Do you?" Jason asks.

His voice has this taunting sense to it, like he's teasing you, about to make fun of you. But there's this hint of curiosity with it and maybe even a want in the tone. Maybe he wants you to wish he were jealous. Maybe that'd make the whole thing easier. You make the move for him.

You rest your forehead against his, Jason's heart about to beat out of his chest and he's never felt this with someone before. He feels dizzy around you, his stomach this bubbly mess. He's excited to see you every single morning. There's this rush that almost, just almost, feels like putting on the Robin suit but different. He gets to be so unapologetically himself with you and that's not something he has ever felt before.

Your nose brushes his and every part of you is ready to dive into him. You feel electrified with him. Nothing about the trauma even matters with him because he's been through it. His mom, his dad, he fucking gets it and you don't have to hide or protect him from it. Jason is this unmovable force that makes your bones ache at the core. You’re trapped in a rain storm but when Jason is around, he's the tunnel you get to drive under. The tunnel that quiets everything around you even when it's still pouring. He makes you feel alive again.

"Maybe." Your voice is a whisper, you’re not ready to commit to closing this. It can't be on you.

The game isn’t so much a game anymore, not right now because you’re too close for that now. You’re trapped with bated breath between you, waiting for the other to finally commit to it. You want him to commit to it so badly you can hardly even breathe. There’s just something about Jason to you that you can’t explain. And, Jason, he wants you.

His lips brush yours and there's hesitance it in. If he kisses you, the game ends. Something will come of this. It might be good and it might be bad. But something will have to come of it. You'll have some sort of discussion about it and he wants you so bad but he wants you to want him, too. So, his lips brush yours and he’s just about to ready to say fuck it and close the distance. And maybe you’ll kiss him back.

"What the fuck?" An exasperated voice pulls yours and Jason's attention towards the door where Dick is standing with his hands on his hips looking absolutely exhausted and pissed and fed the fuck up.

You jerk away, pulling your hands into your lap while Jason quickly moves away from you, his cheeks turning a cherry red. Both of your lips are burning, as if you'd just committed to something that never even happened. It feels like you were hiding some dirty little secret when Dick walked in. You weren't doing anything different than what you normally do but it still felt different. A bit more vulnerable, a bit more hesitant. It felt different and Dick interrupted it. Neither of you even know if the other would go through with it. You hope the other would though.

"Seriously? You nearly kill someone and then you..." Dick gestures at the two of you, trying to figure out what he walked in on. This is not where he saw this going. "Are doing whatever you're doing in here."

"W-we weren't doing anything." You glance between Dick and Jason. It's not a lie even if it feels like one.

Dick shakes his head. No one prepared him to handle this. No one prepared him to handle people who apparently try to kill someone and then have a deep moment later. What is he supposed to do with that? First training behind his back and now this. The two common denominators in this have been you and Jason. In his eyes, Jason must be the bad influence because you’re traumatized and Jason is probably encouraging the bad behavior. He can't let you two just do whatever you want when you want. Someone's going to get killed and he's thinking the two of you together would be the cause.

"This," Dick waves an open hand between the two of you. "Whatever that is, no." Dick says and Jason and you look at him with confusion. Jason shifts his weight to his right foot, putting a hand on his hip while you shake your head as if to be processing what's going on. "You two, no."

"Picking my friends now, huh?" Jason scoffs, annoyance raging from his bones.

"Looked a bit more than that, didn't it?" Dick fires back.

"Well, this is awkward." You huff, more to yourself. "We're friends, Dick." You groan. "I know, hard for you to grasp giving your history, but guys and girls can be friends." Dick's mouth moves as he's trying to figure out what you mean. "Oh, Rachel told me that you hooked up with two of your friends and it seems you still have a thing for both of them. But, one left and the other is dating some other guy who was also your friend and a Titan." You explain, keeping your voice nonchalant and Jason nearly bursts into a fit of laughter watching Dick's face turn red.

"Okay, no, that's not--" Dick shakes his head cutting himself off. "This isn't about me."

"It could be. We could work through your parental problems and really get to the root of the problem because you might have commitment issues. That's what it sounds like." You explain while nodding your head, Jason snickering to the side not able to control himself. Dick's gonna kill you.

"We're not talking about me." Dick groans, growing more annoyed. He has got to do a better job at keeping his private life, private. "Stop deflecting."

"She's very good at it." Jason adds in.

"I think that's all our strong suits, to be fair. Notice that he turned it back to me. Deflecting." You say to Jason.

"No, we're not doing this. I'm not playing your game." Dick sighs. He wants nothing more than to go to bed. He didn't think he signed up to actually parent the new Titans. He almost feels bad for what he put Bruce through. "You're both in deep shit." Dick's voice goes stern again and you accept you can't get out of this one as much as you tried. "I expect more from you." Dick turns his anger onto Jason.

Jason's jaw nearly drops as his eyes widen. How the hell is Dick blaming him? "What?" Jason nearly yells, the word coming out as a scoff.

"You didn't do anything to stop her, did you? You could have come to get me but you didn't." Dick points full blame on Jason and you’re sitting there almost certain this is a weirdly vivid dream. He can't be serious. "You're the oldest, you know better."

"Are you fucking serious?" Jason huffs. "I made sure she didn't kill the fuckface." Jason tries to defend himself.

"You should have come to get me." Dick insists.

"Right," You start, your voice slow as you keep glancing between the two of them. "You're blaming Jason?" You almost laugh at how stupid that it is.

"Let me guess, you take full responsibility because it was your idea and you manipulated him, right?" Dick throws your previous discussion back in your face. "You wanna be Robin again?" Dick turns his attention back to Jason. "Stop fucking up."

You watch the look on Jason's face. His face drops, for just a split second before turning into pure rage. You understand that Dick should be mad at you both, absolutely. You did something stupid and dangerous. But, throwing Robin at Jason's face doesn't sit right with you. You don't know the story but it's pretty obvious being Robin is something that means a lot to Jason. You don't throw something like that in someone's face, not like that.

Jason walks up to Dick, standing toe-to-toe with him. "You don't fucking decide if I'm Robin or not. I'm the new Robin." Jason says pointing to himself, not looking all that intimidating having to physically look up to Dick. "You're just a washed-up version of a hero."

"Stand down." Dick keeps his voice level with Jason, not giving in to him.

"Jason tried to stop me." You speak up from your spot on the counter, not wanting to see where this fight is about to go. Jason will not stand down and you don't think Dick will either. If you didn't know any better, you would think they were actually brothers.

Jason turns quickly to look back at you. He's surprised. He did not try to stop you. He basically encouraged you to go. He drove you there and didn't step in until it started to look bad enough. Jason knows the odds of Dick kicking him from the Titans are low because of Bruce but you? You’re still new and if you cause more trouble than you’re worth, Jason thinks he might. Deep down, he knows Dick wouldn't but somewhere in his head, he's afraid Dick would and you take the blame anyway.

"He was getting a snack from the kitchen when I was trying to sneak out." You lie. "He-he, uh, he figured out what I was gonna do. He tried to stop me, convince me to go back to bed or he'd come get you. I promised him I wouldn't do anything."

You said you'd never rat Jason or Gar out which makes Dick find it hard to believe that happened. He does also know Jason and Jason isn't one to step away from a fight. Jason talking you out of it seems incredibly unlikely but Dick can't prove it at this point in time.

"Why'd he drive you then?" Dick challenges trying to find a hole in your story.

"I told him I'd be gone before he could get you. I was going regardless. So, instead of me getting into a strange car at two in the morning, he said he'd drive me as long as I didn't do anything. He only wore the Robin suit as a safety measure." You lie through your teeth.

You haven't always been a good liar but it was something you needed to be better at. You have tells like everyone else, the way you kick your foot out every few seconds, the lack of hand movements. But, Dick doesn't know you well enough to know your tells so you lie with the first thing that comes to your mind and by the look at Dick's face as he looks back to Jason, you’re thinking he believes you.

Dick sighs. "Just," Dick starts, his attention on Jason as Jason looks back to him. "Come get me, okay? I have to be able to trust you."

"Right." Jason scoffs.

"Go to bed, I'm gonna talk to Y/n."

Jason looks over his shoulder and you give him a soft smile with a nod. Jason sighs, not wanting to leave you alone with Dick but it's probably for the best before he punches the guy. "Good luck." Jason scoffs, pushing past Dick and leaving the bathroom.

Dick walks further inside, leaning his hip against the counter while you’re looking at your hands in your lap. Your head is hung as if you’re waiting for the 'I can't trust you, you have to leave' speech you know is coming. You wonder why you do that. Taking the risk of homelessness when you know it's a possibility. It's not like you do it on purpose but you get mad and frustrated, nothing else really matters at that point. The only thing that does is not being mad anymore. It clouds everything else in your brain. A booming kickdrum drowning out every better decision you’ve ever had.

"Is that actually what happened?" Dick asks, his arms crossed.

"Yep." You answer, not looking to him.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is disappointed this time, completely different than the anger he had towards Jason and it doesn't sit right with you but that's not the argument you want to have right now.

"Guess I wasn't." You mutter. "Kicking me out?" You peek an eye at him, your words hesitant.

Dick shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "No." He shakes his head. "Wanna tell me what the hell happened though?"

You shrug. "He was on the news." You say, your voice small and quiet. "They were congratulating him for being an upstanding citizen, an everyday hero, because he saved a fucking kid from getting hit by a train."

Dick nods once, understanding how you ended up at his house. "So, you decided to go after him?"

"I mean...yeah." You looks up to him. "It's just not fair, ya know? I'm..." You pause, trying to find the right words as the fire dies out from your blood. "I'm scarred, physically and mentally from him. He did all that shit to me. I'm a freak now because of him. He ripped me from my home. I talk shit about Gotham but it's my fucking home and he ripped me from it." You shake your head as you look back to your hands, picking at the bandages Jason applied. "He gets to be called a hero and I get stuck with more trauma."

Dick's anger for the night fades as he listens to you, for the first time, really listening to you. You’re not snarky or fighting with him. This seems like the most honest you’ve been with him since he found you. He sees a part of himself in you. Angry and bitter and resentful of the life you're dealt. You were both just kids when your lives got ripped out from under you. No kid deserves that. It makes him sad, that's the one thing everyone in this tower has in common. Childhoods ruined by adults who are too selfish and cruel to think about their well-being. Or even care about their well-being.

"He thought I was dead." You scoff, feeling the burning of the back of your eyes start. "He actually said that tonight. He dumped me for dead. Just...like that. Like I was trash. I'm not..." You pause, your chin wrinkling slightly. "I'm not even upset that he didn't give a fuck, ya know? Because fuck him but...I am upset that a human can do that to another human. He tried to kill me." Your voice breaks.

Up until tonight, a part of you thought it really was an accident. Jerry just thought he went too far, he didn't mean to do it. But, tonight, the look on his face, he wanted you dead. You were too much maybe. Too big of a hassle because you put up a fight even with words. You'll never know his why and maybe that's for the best but the thing is that he did try to kill you. That's something that you have to sort through and live with. Beating someone to death is a personal thing, there's a burning hatred there and while you can't rationalize it, it's like you’re trying to anyway.

You’re putting blame on yourself even when it doesn't make sense because you’re the victim. From the time you were put into Jerry's care until the day he dumped you in that alley, you were the victim. But, you can't stop your mind from blaming yourself. What about you is so un-fucking-bearable that someone would hate you so much they'd try to kill you? He's evil, he doesn't need a reason and it's not your fault, but that doesn't stop the thoughts. And you thought you'd be okay joking with Jason, maybe that would quiet everything for the night but now you’re talking to Dick and you can't joke with him like that. And now it's haunting the marrow in your bones, aching and dragging.

"I'm not mad, okay?" Dick assures you. "Disappointed but I understand. That's a horrible thing you went through. I get that, I do." Dick starts. "But, you can't go off on your own like that. I know you had Jason but anything could have happened. You were in his house. You almost killed him." Dick keeps his voice steady and lacking of anger. "It sucks. I went to get revenge for my parents being killed and I regret it every day." Dick opens up a little making you look at him with a raised brow.

"Why?"

"I didn't kill him but because I went after him, he was killed by someone else." Dick explains. "He killed my parents but it wasn't my job to kill him or get him killed as mad as I was or as unfair as it is. That's just not our job."

"I didn't wanna kill him." You suck in a breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out. "Just beat him up, rub it in a bit that I was alive and kicking. Show him he didn't win."

"I think you accomplished that." Dick raises his brows quickly.

"Yeah," You sigh. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry for losing it and dragging Jason into it."

Dick shakes his head. "Just don't let it happen again." Dick pauses. "You don't have to take the fall for him."

You roll your eyes. "I'm not."

Dick nods, not fully buying it. "Okay, well, extra chores for a month then."

"That it?" You ask.

"Yeah, don't do this again." Dick pushes himself off the counter.

"Aye-aye, captain." You solute him haphazardly.

Dick sighs with the response. "Just get to bed." Dick says before leaving the bathroom.

You let out a breath, taking a second to be. There's a lot to unpack tonight. You look at your hands and a part of you wants to grieve for the person you’ve become. Three years ago, you'd never hit anyone. You'd have someone threaten to hit you and you knew you'd never do anything about it. Fighting never seemed like the best solution. It always seemed so pointless but now you’re here with bloody knuckles, fueled by anger. You get it now but you don't know if you like the feeling.

But, you’re so sad and angry, like weights tied around your ankles. You’re gnawing and clawing at them but they never budge. They just get stronger the more you struggle. Every day you live and Jerry gets to exist in happy contentment, it's another pound added. Every day you live and the Joker gets to keep on jokering, it adds weight to your shoulders. The anger and sadness cloud your every move. Grief is agonizing and numbing and all-consuming. And when you think you have something to make it better, it's temporary. Training, movies with Gar, video games, music, teasing Jason, beating up Jerry. It's all temporary relief. The second you’re alone with your thoughts, it creeps back in, a tsunami receding the tides again.

And you wonder if you'll ever hit the acceptance stage of grief or if you'll just be trapped here alone for the rest of your life. So, you clean up the bathroom and look for a distraction because the guilt and grief feel too much.

Your fist knocks on the dark door softly and you wait a few seconds. This is a bad idea and you know it. But you don't want to be alone and you don't want to think about anything. Thinking is becoming a chore and you feel haunted. Tied down and struggling. Beating up Jerry did nothing but make you feel worse which then, somehow, makes you feel even worse. It should have helped, it should have because he got what he deserved but it just makes you feel like the bad guy in all of it. You saved someone tonight but all you see is Jerry covered in his own blood, thinking that's what you must have looked like. And a part of you thinks maybe you aren't any better than he is because you did to him what he did to you. It is different and you know that but it’s late and you can’t be alone with those thoughts.

"Hey." Jason greats you, surprised to you.

He thought for sure you would listen to Dick and stay away from him. He's not entirely sure if he was serious about it but it wouldn't shock him. Jason is bad news, dragging everyone he cares about down with him.

"Can I come in?" You ask as if you’re on a mission.

"Sure." Jason opens the door further for you and you walk in. Jason closes the door behind you, leaning against it, waiting for you to say something.

Something's off. No smirk, grin, or smile. No teasing comment. No remark about the half-empty bottles of Gatorade and Red Bull scattered about his room. You were, relatively fine and normal when he left besides being pissed at Dick. For a second, fear strikes him and he wonders if Dick gave up on you already. Jason knows that can't be it, Dick sucks sometimes but he's not that fucking horrible. But, that's also the only thing coming to mind.

You turn to face him, your expression almost flat and Jason watches you as you walk up to him. You stand just a few inches from him without saying anything. Normally, Jason would find this as a challenge, play the game again and see what happens in the safety of his room. But, not now. Not with the flat expression and distant look in your eyes. Not like this.

And you think about it. Think about kissing him and using him as a distraction, that was the plan coming here instead of waking up Gar. Gar would have too many questions and he'd have this way of getting you to spill your guts to him. You’re too tired for that. It's too much thinking, too much emotion. But you’ve got your eyes locked on Jason's and you want to kiss him because it'll be such a good distraction and it'll make you feel something incredible. It'll make you feel wanted and important, you won't feel so damaged anymore even if it's just a few minutes.

But that's not fair to him either.

You shake your head. "Sorry." You take a step back, swallowing thickly.

"It's okay." Jason says, still watching you carefully, concern starting to creep onto his face. "What's up?"

"I don't wanna think about it anymore." You answer candidly.

Jason nods and he has an idea. If it were anyone else, he’d go for it because kissing someone and letting it go wherever it decides to go, is a fun little distraction. But, this is you. And he swears if something is meant to happen, it won’t be because either of you want to be distracted. So, he walks over to a dresser near the window and looks inside. You watch him, questioning what he could possibly be doing. You aren't sure what you expected him to do but say something would be high up on that list. Instead, he's just looking into a drawer so you make the walk toward him.

"What're you doing?" You ask from behind him.

"Pick one." He says, gesturing a hand inside the drawer. You walk up beside him and see several books. You raise a brow at him. "Just do it." Jason sighs.

You shrug and go along with it. You look over the spines, studying them and it's kind of interesting, seeing what books he likes. There's dystopian young adult, horror, adventure, a few classics. It's like a little window into his world and there’s something sweet and soft about it. But, you spot one that you’ve actually seen the movie for so you pick that one.

Jason laughs as you pick the book with the pale yellow spine. "You've seen the movie?"

"Yeah, of course." You answer with a laugh. "Of course, I've seen it. Is the book good?"

"You tell me." Jason takes the book from you and walks past you, going towards his bed.

You spin on your heels, the confusion and curiosity engraving itself across your face. "What?"

"When shit gets too fucking loud, I read." Jason explains, sitting on his bed while you walk over to the end of the bed slowly. Things get loud for him and escaping into a book helps. It quiets the noise. "Or I train but you don't seem like you want to do that right now."

"That would be a correct assumption." You state. "But, I just said I don't read." Your eyes are narrowed still waiting for Jason to explain what's going on.

Jason stretches his legs out before opening the book and flipping to chapter one. He clears his throat. "When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton." Jason reads the first line and your face softens and your heart stops in your chest, realizing what he's doing.

Not to be dramatic, but a part of you almost cries while he reads. This is probably one of the nicest and most thoughtful things someone has ever done. Reading is draining to you but his way to deal with shit. This is his world that he's inviting you into in order to distract you. Jason Todd is not nearly as calloused as he comes across and it's so warming and jarring that you are, yet again, at a loss for words. And you adore him so fucking much, you swear he makes all of your broken parts seem not so broken.

"You gonna just stand there or you gonna sit?" Jason asks as he finishes the first paragraph. He feels exposed again but for you, it's worth it. It'll always be worth it for you.

"Okay." You smile at him, crawling onto his bed and sitting beside him.

He gives you this look of contentment, of ease. His eyes are soft, not sad or pained like they normally are. He looks comfortable, here with you and a book in his hand. You want to cry so bad because something about him seems so perfect. He's perfect but in the way that something by Monet is or the way a glass vase is. He's perfect with every cracked, messy, and damaged parts of him because they make him...him.

You think maybe perfect isn't the right word for him because he has flaws, you both have flaws. To be perfect is to be flawless and Jason Todd is anything but flawless but to you, with gentle and adoring eyes, he seems perfect. Maybe to be perfect, as a person, is not to be flawless but to be flawed and still be unapologetically yourself. Maybe that's what is it. To be perfect, as a person, maybe it's because of the things you do and who you are rather than what's happened to you. Maybe being a perfect human is just being able to show softness even when all you have ever known is a life of tragedy and heartache. And to you, Jason Todd is perfectly flawed just like you.

You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. The action surprises Jason a little but he falls comfortable with you against him. Jason thinks you’re everything he could have ever asked for. He doesn't care about the violence or the rage that courses through your bones. He doesn't care that you have some issue with Batman over the Joker. It doesn't matter to him because you see him for who he is. He is not Jason Todd, the arrogant asshole. To you, he's just Jason Todd. Jay. And Jason thinks that's what makes you perfect. That you understand him and you care for him even when he's drowning in a war against himself. Jason Todd thinks you’re perfect and he doesn't think anyone is perfect.

Jason looks to you and smirks because he can't help himself. "Unless you wanted to do something else." His brows wiggle as he teases you.

"Shut the fuck and read the fucking book, Jay." You roll your eyes, sinking into him and looking over to read along with him.

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Fight PT 8 *Edited*

Robin's handwriting looked a lot like the handwriting on the note my "mom" wrote. After the Spanish final, I confronted the boys at my house. "Where is my mom?!" "What do you mean, doll?" Vance looked at me confused"I thought your mom went missing, angel?" Finney said "Are you ok? Was that final too hard on your brain, princesa?" Robin added.

"NO! Don't do this gas lighting bullshit! Robin, your handwriting looks identical to the handwriting on the note. Where is my mom?!" They looked at each other and looked back at me. "We don't know where your mom is, sweetheart." Bruce said "She went missing." added Billy. "No! She didn't! You guys did something! Last chance to tell me what you did before I show the police Robin's handwriting!" I said. I was furious. I've looked over so much these past couple of weeks. I was leaving tomorrow for God's sake!

I stared at Griffin knowing he'd be the one to crack first. "We killed her, pumpkin." I stood there, the shock hitting me like a freight train. "No. No you didn't. You guys wouldn't do that. You love me. Where is she? You wouldn't do that to me. Right?" None of them answered. That answered the question by itself. "YOU KILLED MY MOM? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SISTER THEN?" "Dead." One of them mumbled.

"I'm going to the police. You guys are absolutely psychotic. All of you are!" "Oh, angel. Don't do that! Then we'll have to leave you!" Finney said. "We're sorry, sweetheart." Bruce said. "We'll never murder anyone again if you give us another chance, hermosa." Robin added. "You're lying." I whispered, my vision blurry with tears. Finney pulled me into his lap with Vance stroking my hair. "No, doll. We mean it this time." Vance said. "Promise angel. It won't happen again." All the screaming and crying was making me tired. "M'kay" I said.

I was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. And I still had to tell them that I was leaving. I decided to just do it before I fell asleep.

'I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I'm going to a really good college. Far. Far away. " I heard someone say something angrily and then I drifted off to sleep.

Hope y'all like this! Working on a couple of requests right now. Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

@thestarfishinjootsoffice @stunnababy2212 @catie94 @nonebutme123 @dopezonkdreammug @theweirdone2468 @iceteacat @bunnysenpai31 @have-a-good-day-x1000

@swvelanaagasta

#yandere billy showalter #finney blake x reader #the black phone #vance hopper x reader #finney blake #robin arellano x reader #yandere finney blake #yandere bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #yandere robin arellano #yandere vance hopper #yandere the black phone #yandere the black phone x reader #bruce x vance #brance #bruce yamada #vance hopper #griffin stagg x reader #billy showalter x reader #rinney #finbin #finney x robin x reader #billy showalter #griffin stagg #yandere griffin stagg

[loneberry]

From “Poem Of The End” by Marina Tsvetaeva, translated from Russian by Elaine Feinstein

*

Prague. When I think of Prague I see the Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva separating from her lover Konstantin Rozdevitch on the Charles Bridge, her heart breaking, her body burning. Like an animal stabbed in the stomach, she begs for 1 inch of lead to the heart. Everywhere, she is an exile everywhere she goes. All poets are, for “life is the place where it’s forbidden to live.” (I had used that Tsvetaeva line as the title for the poem that opens my Sunflower book, the poem about being lost: "She is lost and I am lost but the difference is she is a novice at being lost, whereas I have always been without country.")

12 years ago I saw the bridge. I wrote:

Everything shrouded in a mystical slime. A crazed sleep-deprived flâneuse wandering through old European cities with a notebook full of somniloquent scribblings. The people walk around looking all processional and I swear to God, the tourists on the Charles Bridge in Prague were part of some kind of sublime funeral. It seemed like everyone was wearing black, walking past the blackened statues with their black gloves while the black birds soared across the sky. I break down teary-eyed on the train from Berlin to Prague...

*

Yesterday at dawn I went to the Charles Bridge to read sections 7 and 8 of Tsvetaeva's "Poem of the End" (see section 8 above). I used to go to the Brooklyn Bridge to read the "Atlantis" section of Hart Crane's The Bridge. I guess I feel that to understand something about the spiritual topography of my favorite poets, I should go to the places that inspired the poems and read them, to learn something about the architecture of memory, how we are emotionally branded by certain places of affective intensity.

It was cold and windy. Gulls and other birds were circling and cawing. Suddenly my phone battery went from 87% to 1%. After reading the poem I went into a cafe to charge my phone. A chill to my bone. A fatigue unlike anything I had felt before--beyond the typical jet lag. Went home and fell asleep. Dreamed of the phantoms of the heart, the ones that haunt the poets--everything gets mixed up there, in dreams. What are you chasing? "And when I wake she melts away into the sand." Did not want the dream to end, but I had a talk to deliver at the Academy of Fine Arts. After the talk we ate Neapolitan pizza and someone told me about her dreams of escaping death. She was in an elevator hurtling toward the ground. Death is coming. She resigned herself to it. Always, she accepts what is coming. But when the elevator crashed on the ground she was somehow unscathed. The door opened: desert. She was in the desert.

I like to think that everywhere I go, I am walking in the footsteps of a poet. What did she see, who did she become passing through this place? I see Tsvetaeva murdering her love, transforming, sensual and holy, from a lover into a poet. What is it that sinks like a ship, in the last line of the poem? She is letting go. Love is swallowed by the wave.

The Charles Bridge just before dawn.

#marina tsvetaeva #literature #poetry #separation #water #rivers #river #love #prague

[floswife]

August (Aegon ii Targaryen x Reader)

Warnings: Aegon? Idk

Authors notes: idk why I wrote this I just didn’t wanna revise

Summary: Y/n thought that the love she held for the Prince Aegon was one that would last forever while he was promised to another.

“ August slipped away

Like a bottle of wine

‘Cause you were never mine. ”

Y/n awoke in pure bliss. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains as dawn approached while she lay pressed against her lover’s bare chest.

She looked up at him to see that he was still fast asleep as his snow-white hair that was illuminated by the sun fell around his face like a halo.

She brushed a few rebellious strands out of his eyes and just admired his beauty as she basked in the warmth of his bare body against hers, their bodies tangled with the bedsheets.

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets

His violet eyes finally flitted open blearily as he let out a shaky yawn and looked down at her with a smile. He tightened his hold on her, “and how are you this morning, my princess?” His voice raspy from just waking up.

She laughed, “You know I am no princess, Aeg.”

“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled before pressing his lips against hers passionately as her hands went upwards to tangle into his hair. He pulled away to flip them over so he was on top of her. She let out a laugh before he leaned down to press his lips against hers once more.

August slipped away into a moment in time

Aegon had flown with Y/n on the back of Sunfyre to a beach on a distant island and was now laying next to her in the sun with his back towards it listening as she rambled on about her plans to one day leave for Essos and live out the rest of her days in bliss.

Your back, Beneath the sun, Wishing I could write my name on it

Aegon just hummed absentmindedly and just watched how her brow furrowed in deep concentration at the topic.

She suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at him, “you’re not listening to a word I’m saying aren’t you?”

He grinned, “Not a damn word.”

He cupped her cheek before leaning in to kiss her but she pulled back with a grin.

“If you wish to kiss me, my prince, then I’m afraid you are going to have to catch me first.” She got up and ran to the ocean as he immediately shot up and ran after her.

She ran to the ocean like a madwoman and he ran after her looking equally as mad, once he caught up to her he just wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her deeper into the water while she screamed bloody murder in protest.

He finally pulled them both under the water much to her contempt.

Once they both finally emerged she splashed him with water, annoyed.

He stayed unaffected and just lazily smirked at the girl, “I believe you owe me a kiss?”

She laughed at the pure gall of the prince before pushing him into the water once more.

Back when we were still changing for the better

She awoke to her chamber door being thrown open carelessly as someone marched in unsteadily. She immediately relaxed once she recognised the drunken Prince’s all too familiar gait.

He flung himself onto her bed and just lay there motionlessly for a few moments, she would have questioned if he was alive or not if it wasn’t for the steady rising and falling of his body.

She rolled her eyes once she realised he had fallen asleep, “Aegon!” She let out a sharp shout that made him immediately shoot up.

He pouted almost childishly, “what?”

She looked up and prayed for his sake that she would resist the urge to strangle him, “What are you doing here smelling like you have drank all the wine the seven kingdoms could offer?”

He just lazily smirked at her and played with the hem of her nightgown, “I’ve missed you greatly, my love.”

She scowled, “from the streets of silk?”

He paused the words not quite registering, “yes..”

Her nose wrinkled in disgust, “I am not a common whore for you to use and discard so carelessly.” She kicked his hand away from her and he frowned.

“If it bothers you so much then I will stop visiting the streets of silk.” He announced, his words surprisingly not slurred.

Wanting was enough, for me it was enough

She visibly softened, “you would do that for me?”

He just nodded and held her close to him as he drifted off to sleep happily, not truly meaning the words he just meant. She was to gullible to notice it, naive enough to still believe in the silly notion that is love.

So much for summer love and saying "us"

Y/n felt the tears brim in her eyes as she watched the man she loved be bound to another woman for the rest of his life. She kept her composure, not wanting the court to whisper about how she was in tears at such a joyous occasion.

When Aegon had told her the news of his wedding to Helaena she begged him to call it off, to marry her like he had so wilfully promised to.

It was then that the truth of the man she loved was revealed when he told her how he and Helaena had been promised to each other for years and that there was no way to call it off, that she was just a mere distraction, that he never truly intended to marry her.

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

Aegon had avoided her gaze the whole ceremony but when he had finally said his vows and kissed his bride and the crowd erupted into cheers he allowed himself to look at her one last time and let himself think of a far away world where the woman he was married to was her, a world where he didn’t have to hurt her heart with hateful lies.

However this wasn’t that world, and we all have to return to reality at some point or another.

'Cause you were never mine, never mine

#house targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd aegon #prince aegon targaryen #prince aegon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x you #aegon x reader #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #taylor swift #game of thrones #prince aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemma targaryen #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #tom glynn carney #king aegon #one shot #hotd season 1 #hotd one shot #hotd #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon the second #aegon fanfic

[khushireadsandrambles]

Vanathi's Misery

Note:- All parts done

"She definitely did it deliberately."

Vanathi's mind reeled woth the several whispers she had heard behind her back. Varini, Niravathi, Tharika, Sendhiru, everyone of Kundhavai Pirattiyar's handmaidens whispered ill about her behind her back.

"I agree with Niravathi! That snake managed to take Ilavarasar and Ilaiya Piratti's attention."

"If Ilaiya Piratti intends to marry this foolish Vanathi to Ponniyin Selvare, I will poison and kill her!"

She closed her eyes as tears escaped them when she reminisced how venomously Varini has said all those words.

"Its all because of you, you foolish girl! Had you not dropped the Valakku Pattu the Prince would have been alive and safe. You are a misfortune, an ill omen!! Why don't you die!?"

Niravathi's hateful words when Ponniyin Selvar's news of drowning reached to Pazhayarai rang inside her ears. Clasping her palms around her ears, she shut her eyes tightly, she cried out.

"Niravathi is probably right. It was my fault that I panicked and dropped the Pattu." Shr cried out.

Currently, Vanathi was at Anaimamgalam of Nagaipattinam. She has came with Ilaiya Piratti Kundhavai and has sacrificed her sleep by serving an ill Arulmozhi Varman day and night. She didn't let him have even a slight discomfort and cared for him, while crying in despair when he was again in the clutches of deep slumber. Those moments when he woke up were happiest moments, and every second when he was asleep felt like Yugas.

"Vanarkula Ilavarasan," Vandiyadevan, who was talking with Poonguzhali and Amudhan turned around to look at Vanathi who stood there with a slightly puffed face and red nose, and immediately concluded she was crying.

"Yes, Ammani? What brings you here?" Vandiyadevan asked while Poonguzhali humphed silently. Vanathi noticed this and looked at Vandiyadevan.

"Do you know where Akka is?"

"Ilaiyapiratti?" Vandiyadevan was confused as to why Vanathi is asking him, when she was basically her shadow. "I saw her going inside her guest Chambers with Ilavarasar, Ilavarasi. Weren't you with her?" He asked.

"No, I was at the back, at Nandhi Mandapam." She said and turned around, walking away.

"Vandiyadeva, what do you think happened to Ilavarasi?" Senthan asked, a bit concerned for her.

Before Vandiyadevan could reply, Poonguzhali said, "What would happen Amudha! She must be thinking about Ponniyin Selvan." She said with a scrunched face and rolled her eyes. Vanathi heard her hateful voice too and ran towards the river that joined Samudhra Rajan ahead. Sitting on the banks she started weeping heavily.

"Mahadeva! Why, pray tell me, why did you wrote heights of misfortune in my Kundali? What was my fault? Why did my Father sacrificed his life in Eezham War when I was born and attained Veera gathi? Why my Mother had to leave me all alone in this world? Why did I casted my misfortune upon Ponniyin Selvar that he suffered from delirious fever?"

Vanathi cried out all of her frustrations as her eyes fell upon the flowing water beneath. Wiping her tears harshly, she stood up with hardened eyes. God knows what roamed in her mind as she walked towards the river and slowly stepped inside, going ahead.

"Amudha, what are you looking at?" Poonguzhali asked when she saw Senthan's blown wide eyes. "Ilavarasi Vanathi! She's drowning!!" Senthan cried making Poonguzhali whip her head towards river. "I must go and tell Ilaiyapiratti and Ilavarasar." Senthan turned to go but Poonguzhali stopped him.

"Why does that matter to you?" She asked him casually making him look at her in disbelief.

"Don't let your jealousy make you a murderer Poonguzhali." Senthan's hard voice took her by surprise as he ran upstairs and immediately was met with Vandiyadevan, Kundhavai and Arulmozhivarman.

"Ilaiyapiratti! Ilavarasae! Ilavarasi Vanathi– she's drowning!"

Before Kundhavai and Vandiyadevan could react, Arulmozhivarman barelled outside and not even acknowledge Poonguzhali, as he ran ahead and dove into the water.

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Should I post part 2?

@thatacademic @dumdaradumdaradum @vibishalakshman @kovaipaavai @dr-scribbler @hollogramhallucination @willkatfanfromasia do tell me your thoughts

#ponniyin selvan #arulmozhi #vanathiarulmozhi #vanathi #trisha kundhavai #Kundhavai #vandhiya devan #aditya karikalan #desi culture

[coentinim]

Okay here I am to drop an ask. I might make more than one, you’ve been warned :3 anyway..

Sally absentmindedly humming a song to reader, sharing romantic kisses and strokes, as they are both lying on the mattress, or at least Sally is, and reader has her head on Sally’s chest. Idk.. something really sweet and intimate just to make me swell with love.

Thankssss :3

Closer

Cw: vague drugs and murder ment (it's Sally), she's trying to be hypersexual n vulgar but nothing happens

@awritersometime

Sally had a rough week. A really, really rough week.

First of all, she had a shortage. Her dealer just left LA and it's hard to find another when she's, well, dead and stuck. And second of all, she had no access to her other drug: your presence.

Loneliness drove her even more insane than withdrawal. As she waited for you to arrive, she was microdosing on whatever pathetic leftover drugs she had and smoking twice as much as usual. She might have murdered a guest or two, just to ease her frustration.

So when you finally arrived at the Cortez, she was all over you. Not letting you go for a second. You have to shower? She will wash your hair. You have to buy some food? She will threaten ask someone to deliver some straight to your room! No need to leave her alone, really...

And at nighttime, she clinged to you like a lost puppy. She would kiss up your neck, lick your collarbone and whisper obscenities into your ear.

"Sweet, stay... I haven't shown you my everything yet...", she moaned in your ear, licking around the shell of it, hoping to tempt you with sensuality.

Ah, you hated when she got like this.

"Sally... I'm not going anywhere."

To accentuate your point (and to make her advances more difficult), you layed your head on her chest, hugging her cold body delicately. She was tense at first, expecting you to kiss her sloppily instead, though she wasn't turned on in the slightest. But no, you just rested there, listening to her heartbeat. It was like an echo of a normal one - faint, slow, irregular. She smelled like cigs, sexy perfume and her. Blissful. You sighed.

She started crying silently, not wanting to upset you. The heaviness on her chest felt like home, and it was a strange feeling, just being hugged, not used. All the men she's been with had only stayed for as long as she kept their dicks wet and egos inflated, eventually also when they had drugs in their system. She gave up on drugging you long ago, and she didn't even make you moan tonight. Yet you stayed. For her.

As she pondered this new concept, she was running her hands through your hair absentmindedly and humming.

"Sally?"

Your voice made her jump a little amd stop crying.

"Yes? What's on your little mind, hm?", she said in a raspy voice. A sign she's been smoking at least two packs a day. You frowned. She was already dead, but still...

"Can you... sing to me? Something you wrote...", you asked

She raised her brows. It wasn't a weird request - on the contrary, it was so normal she would have never expected it. So casual. So... sweet.

She began humming a different tune, and then started singing. Her ruined voice from crying and smoking sounded familiar and sweet. The song was about death, killing and mutiliation, but coming from her lips, it had a soothing effect on your tired self.

And then you fell asleep, listening to her dead heartbeat, ruined voice and morbid words, feeling safer than ever. And she thought she might feel something other than sorrow, too.

I think her song would be about absolutely mauling someone she loved but he hated her! I had to write it today you have no clue what I would do for this woman. Feel free to request <3 also does anyone wanna be tagged?

#i actually had a bedtime scenario like this once. that i refused to fuck her and instead wanted her to feel safe. dear baby deserves it #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #ahs #american horror story #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel #sarah paulson #wlw #wlw imagine

[cometcon]

I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. It's consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I love their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the show so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest. 

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory. 

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway. 

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine. 

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent." 

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?" 

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep. 

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest. 

"Why are you in here? Get out." 

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed the wall in my room yet. It's cold." 

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!" 

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave. 

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike. 

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning. 

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

#helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss m&m #m&m #moxxie #millie #blitz #blitzø #striker x moxxie #moxxie x striker #kind of #moxxie x millie #fanfic #helluva boss fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #dark fluff #how did I make cuddling one of the creepiest things ive ever written lol #non-consensual cuddling #idk what else to tag for so let me know if i've missed any warnings #not transformers

[a-hopeless-romantic-fanatic-blog]

One Piece - shipping drabble

Law x Nami

Just some silly, incorrect quotes about marriage and being in a relationship with pictures! That I personally think fit really well with the LawNa dynamic!

( I also think it is neat and fun to explore that possibility and idea between these two fictional characters)

Rating: SFW

Warnings: some minor bad language, but nothing too bad.

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I am aware this isn't a popular ship, but any form of hateful or negative comments will not be tollerated. You can like what you like and that's fine~ Because we all want to have fun, and a good time here! A wise person once told me: "If you got nothing nice or actually constructive to say, then probably don't say anything at all."

Let's spread love and kindness. Not hate and war.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･:❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🩶🖤🤎

If you wanna see other stuff check out my

Main Shipping Harbor! Lots of verity there~

Heads up!

So marriage isn't just between a man and a woman. Marriage should be all about being with the one you love regardless of their gender or ethnicity. So long as it's not toxic or against the law (like actual cringe stuff)

Then go for it! Get out there and find love in whatever way makes you and your significant other happy~

Okay now that's outta the way...

To this self-indulgent drabble~

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Sleeping together:

"Some mornings, I wake up grouchy. Other mornings, I just let him sleep." -Nami

(Quote from:Unknown - Marriage humor of great men and women.)

"Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can’t sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can’t sleep with the window open." -Law

(Quote from: George Bernard Shaw)

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The benifits of being married:

"Why do married people live longer than single people? I think it’s because married people make a special effort to live longer than their partner—just so they can have the last word." -Nami

(Quote from: Janet Periat)

"Look, you want to know what marriage is really like? Fine. You wake up, she's there. You come back from work, she's there. You fall asleep, she's there. You eat dinner, she's there. You know? I mean, I know that sounds like a bad thing, but it's not." -Law

(Quote from: Robert Barbone - Everybody Loves Raymond)

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Tolerance and Compromise:

"I love you no matter what you do...

...

... but do you have to do so much of it?"

-Law and Nami

(Quoted from: Jean Illsley Clarke)

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A doctors' take on marriage:

"Marriage is like vitamins: we supplement each other’s minimum daily requirements."

-Law

(Quote from: Kathy Mohnke)

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It's totally normal:

"My husband and I have never considered divorce… murder sometimes, but never divorce." - Nami

(Quote from: Dr. Joyce Brothers)

"And she might be a pain in the ass. But she's my pain in the ass." -Law

(Quote from: A Very Potter Musical)

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Extra benefits:

"I married for love, but the obvious side benefit of having someone around to find my glasses can not be ignored."

-Law & Nami

(Quote from: Cameron Esposito)

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Vows

"The first draft of my vows, which I wrote the day after we got engaged, clocked in at around 70 pages."

-Law

(Quote from: Leslie - Parks and Recreation)

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This was meant to be.

"I never fell in love with you.

Falling is an accident.

No, I walked aggressively

towards love for you.

It was on purpose and

with purpose." -Law

(Quote from: f.k.q)

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The greatest thing...

"My most brilliant achievement was my ability to persuade my wife to marry me."

-Law

(Quote from: Sir Winston Churchill)

The End~

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Picture/Art work credits:

Law playing with Nami's hair by: Unkown

Law and Nami in a comfy place: saram_80

Nami putting her lip gloss on Law: @ZSxJvsKNpB7AVoE

Law fighting with Sanji and Nami trying to stop them: One Piece Episode - 913

LawNa week day 4: Height Differences - Unknown

Straw-Hat's and Nami laughing at a not so amused Law: shevoj

Nami beating everyone up. Including Law: Unknown

Nami helping Law with his Dressrosa disguise: Unknown

Law passed out at his desk, and his crew sneaking in with gifts for him: Unknown

Law and Nami meeting at Sasbody: xMinyuV

Nami whispering something into Law's ear: Unkown

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And if you know who any of the "Unknown" Artists are, please send me a link to their portfolio (if it also includes the picture that's excellent too!)

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Want more? Check out this other LawNa Drabble I did (warning it is kinda sad).

Also, my main Shipping Harbor. For even more stuff to explore here on this blog!

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#one piece nami #trafalgar law #one piece #one piece shipping #incorrect quotes #funny quotes #lawna #lawnami #nami #cat burglar nami #surgeon of death #drabble #self indulgent #just for fun

[lucero-is-here]

Drives back, this time, Jones is in the passenger seat, and Frank is in the backseat, probably drunk

I’m back! No introductions this time. And we got Frank Knight as our second star today!

Requested so kindly by:

Now let’s get to him!

- he’s a closeted bisexual. He doesn’t realise he’s bisexual. All he knows is that he got crushes on women and men before someway somehow.

- Sees everyone at the pacific bay police department that is much younger than him, like Amy, as a kid. He treats them like kids sometimes, and he cares for them a lot.

- likes kids a lot. He’s protective of kids. If you hurt a kid in front of him he is going to tear you apart. He thinks kids need to be protected at all costs. He can never image hurting a kid. Until he killed Danny

- he truly loved Karen. Even after getting crushes on women more than two times throughout our time with him in Pacific Bay, he never forgot about Karen. The moment she came back in his life, he never let go. He promised to be better and to make her happy. He was never. Going. To. Let. Go. Of her.

- he knows how to surf.

- he’s really bad at comforting people. He just doesn’t know how to comfort them.

- his hands are really rough. They’re really rough, and he doesn’t know why.

- after he got divorced with Karen, he would still call her or send her a message every time it was New Years, Christmas, her birthday…He thought about calling her on the day of their anniversary. But he didn’t. He wish he did.

- he never moved on from Karen. Even after she divorced him, even after she died, she never moved on. He always missed her.

- i like to think when he first met Nikolai Kamarov, he refuses to speak about it not because the first time they met was bad or anything. But he always felt bad about it. That seeing Nikolai that time reminded him of himself. He felt bad about it.

- he likes sweets. Caramel and coffee candy are his favourite.

- his kid gave him a teddy bear when he and Karen got divorced. He kept that bear with him at all times. He never let go of it. Even when he died, he had specifically wrote in his will he wanted that bear to be buried with him in his casket.

- he gets attached to people so easily- he’s always saying how he hates them, but always gets attached before he knows it.

- he can’t eat spicy food- He can, but he can’t eat anything too spicy.

- he has really really bad anger issues- he looses his shit at anyone who is a awful person.

- he knew how to play the violin at one point of time, but forgot how to play.

- he considered getting therapy once. But changed his mind at the last moment. Sometimes he wished he had gone to therapy, and that it might have done him some good.

- he goes to the funerals of everyone he saw die during his time working. He went to the funerals of everyone’s murders he solved. He even went to Nikolai’s funeral for some reason. He didn’t know why. But he left a bottle of whiskey with Nikolai’s body.

- He knows how to fight- and he can fight really well. It’s mainly fist fighting. He’s better at close range attacks compared to long range attacks. But he is getting better at firing.

- Andrea made him take anger management classes. When she learnt she skipped them, she forcefully dragged him back to manage his anger better.

- he falls off the bed every time he sleeps.

- he sleeps on the floor most of the time. The number of times he just collapses on the floor to sleep is amazing.

- he can sleep everywhere. He fell asleep standing once. Andrea was so startled by this for some reason.

Okay that’s all for this man. If I think of more for him, a part 2 will be uploaded. Now gotta go pick up the next person!

Drives off

#criminal case #headcanons #Frank Knight

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

Master of Puppets

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: When he isn’t being a murderer or a satanic worshipper, Eddie realizes that he has to spend his time doing something or he’ll absolutely go insane. Luckily, Metallica has released a new song and he needs to make up all the days he missed practice. And as if he weren’t lucky enough, he had a girlfriend who was willing to help..in more ways than one.

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN: Smut, Fingering, Praising, Guitar Lessons from the Eddie Munson ™️

BEFORE READING: This is my first time writing in second person and my first like smut/one-shot (a smut-shot, if you will) so completely bash me 😇😇 anyways this was based off of something on Tumblr/Reddit where it said that Eddie had to learn Master of Puppets in such a short time yada yada. Credits to the owner(s) to that idea and uh enjoy 🕴so sorry if it’s long and it was 4 am when i wrote this but still

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You out of all people knew that Eddie Munson was not a killer and you had known since the very beginning of your relationship when there had been awkwardness between you then the comfort blossomed into something new. Chrissy Cunningham was found within the Munsons’ trailer..grotesque and bones snapped so severely that it didn’t look like bones were within her body anymore. Her eyes were filled with blood, running down the sides of her face and you saw for yourself when you went to Eddie’s trailer first thing in the morning. Sure, it was a weird routine but it was fine since he was always asleep until you shook him awake until the boy basically fell off. But Eddie wasn’t in his trailer and there was a dead body in the living area..ironic. Your thoughts about this morning was interrupted when a red haired girl and a curly haired boy stormed into the place where you work at.

You recognized the girl who had her Walkman clipped to her jeans: Max or Maddy was her name and her headphones were hung around her neck. The boy who stormed in wore something that was ripped out of Miami Vice if you included the cap that read “Thinking Cap” with bold letters dashed across the white material. “Hey, Steve, how many phones do you have?” The boy asks, his overeagerness spilling over the counter as your coworkers had gathered around the TV installed in the corner of the video store and Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Two, why?” Steve asked after the boy’s firm question. “Three, if you count Y/N’s.” Robin added on as you tried to mind your business, trying to keep that image of Chrissy dead on the floor off your mind. You don’t see shit like that everyday unless it was in a video game or if you were a homicide detective, but you definitely weren’t. You were working some shitty job, shared a shitty trailer with your somewhat shitty boyfriend since he failed to graduate and because you couldn’t go to some shitty, fancy college, you stayed in a town where the devil basically lived. As if you had hit the bottom of the barrel and were scraping to stay alive. Sudden exclaims of surprise caused this dark reality to tear from your vision as the curly haired boy shoved his duffel bag over the counter and knocked down a stack of tapes, one of them hitting your ankle harshly.

“No, no, no! Not my tapes!” Steve exclaimed, as he held up his hands in complete distress and you watched the kid sit in the computer chair, typing away rapidly. Damn, this kid definitely had his mind set on something. Max had joined him but didn’t hesitate to give a small yet awkward wave to you which you returned back before going to help Robin pick up the clattered tapes. “I need it to search up Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers.” The boy, Dustin as you learned from Steve’s rants, explained which most definitely catches your attention as you hand Robin the last tapes and even she caught onto your confused yet lingering stare on the computer.

You spoke up,”What’s up with Eddie?” Max looked at you, almost reluctant on even telling your two coworkers and the redhead sighed in complete disbelief. You learned about the Chrissy situation, how she went with Eddie back to his trailer, and all you felt was jealousy bubble into your chest. Why would someone like Chrissy even be around Eddie Munson? It felt wrong to be jealous but then again, what else was he doing when he said he couldn’t make it to your house during the nights? Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you heard chatter go around the VHS store, listening to your coworkers and their children-friends-thingy call around to look for Eddie. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like decades as you made the last call on your phone, everyone’s eyes on you as they watched you twirl the yellow phone cord around your finger.

The girl you spoke to, Jordyn was her name, was one of Eddie’s best friends, someone you genuinely got along with however you hung up with a hopeful look which transfers onto the others and Dustin asked,”Well?” You explained to the group about the address to a “Reefer Rick” where Eddie mainly got his drugs from and how he sometimes crashes there whenever your parental figures were home. A few days later, a bunch of shit had gone down within the span of hours with a villain called Vecna, Max floating in the air, Robin and Nancy outrunning the guards. The Nancy Wheeler, the 4.0 GPA golden student, had out ran a couple of rent-a-cops with TwiddleDee by her side and you smiled whenever it was mentioned. The past couple of events rarely got any of you to rest so they did a thing called “Max Watch” however Dustin was last on supervising her but you came to realize that as you shot up from the floor of the Wheeler’s basement and listened to Dustin’s TRC-walkie talkie crackle with static.

“Dustin? Dustiiinnn..Dustin! Dustin!”

You groan in complete exhaustion, rubbing your eyes which were bloodshot from lack of sleep and stepped over Robin’s sprawled arm on the floor. Eddie’s voice continued to crack through the radio signal and you wondered how nobody woke up to Eddie’s squeaky voice. You pull the metal ringed antenna, held down the microphone button, and said,”Eddie, please stop, it’s like 8 in the morning.” You heard him shuffle which caused you to furrow your brows since it was rather early but Eddie was especially excited since he was glad to hear your voice again.

“Y/L/N, hey! Babe, listen, I need a food run because these SpaghettiOs taste like dog shit..and maybe a six-pack. Y’know how beer calms my nerves, right?”

Unfortunately, you knew and mumbled quietly in frustration. Whenever you woke up from some sort of sleep or nap, you felt extremely crabby however after hearing Eddie’s voice, you felt sorta better and nodded. “I’ll bring you weed too.” You said, jokingly and quickly turned off the walkie talkie before he could even protest. You stepped over the sleeping teenagers and looked at how they were sprawled out around the Wheelers basement. You felt bad if you didn’t leave a note so you grabbed a sticky note, a pen, and furiously wrote the food situation before leaving the Wheelers’ house. It wasn’t a lie when you said that you..liked? Loved? Whatever, you got along with Eddie so well that you would practically do anything for him..even if that meant stuffing wrapped Ding Dongs into your satchel and cans of microwaveable food. Before you left, you went up to your room and saw a wrapped guitar case peering out at you from your closet.

You remembered when Eddie gave you his B.C Rich guitar with the jagged edges when he was drunk, afraid he would break the guitar and you were too high to even say yes. Maybe he would stop annoying your group if he was busy with something so you threw the musical case over your back and braced yourself for the cruel bike ride to Reefer Rick’s house. Who even nicknamed themselves like that? A whole colony of trees surrounded Hawkins, making it feel isolated than ever as your legs moved up and down, rubber wheels squeaking against the lone road. This bike ride starting to kill your stamina with the satchel full of food starting to pull you off to the side until you saw the familiar house where Steve almost had his throat slit with a broken beer bottle.

“Finally!” Eddie cried out when you handed him the canned food and reeled you onto a chaste kiss before holding up a can of corn like a worship. You had to admit, when he wasn’t a murderer or a satanic worshipper, he was pretty cute and he began to put away the cans discreetly as possible, but turned his head after watching you set something down. “Wait..babe, did you—“ He interrupted himself as he walked over to the guitar cover and you watched as his eyes practically fill with hearts, his ringed fingers grazing the strings. “So, you could stop annoying us.” You explained with a grin so hard that it hurt your cheeks and he rushed back up to kiss you feverishly. His metal rings felt especially cold on your warm cheeks as you both smile into the kiss and you sat down while you watch him sit down with his guitar.

He took off his necklace which revealed his guitar pick and you watch his face fill up with excitement as it strummed against the strings. “Ah, shit,” Eddie says suddenly as he pressed his flat palm to his forehead,”Metallica came out with a new song, huh? Master of Puppets?”

How could you forget? He was practically blabbing off about it as he played aimlessly on his guitar while he sat in between your legs. Those days were something that you could never forget, even now as you both stare at each other and you look away, feeling flush yet flustered. Would his eyes still be on you if you looked up? You didn’t wanna find out. “Uh, yeah. It’s pretty..metal.” You answer, feeling yourself cringe on the inside for even trying to use Eddie’s own slang but the mousy haired man had chuckled lowly and scratched his neck.

You could see how tired and frightened he was, making you wish that somehow you could fix this sad feeling within him. “Could you teach me how to play? I always see you play those really loud songs..and Max always complains to me about it." You sat there timidly, watching as Eddie's face lifted a bit. It seemed as if both of your feet had been glued to the ground, scared to move for a reason you couldn't fathom. Footsteps echoed around you, leading you to curiously lift your head to follow the noise. Insane yet mousy hair covered some of the wall before slowly making its way back towards you, "How much do you know about playing?"

Suddenly, you felt every detail of his body among your back as you scooted forward to leave him some room and his rings pressed into your warm skin. You felt your mouth suddenly go dry as he placed the guitar pick in between your fingers and placed his head on top of your shoulder. “She’s heavy.” You say in order to try and ignore the feeling of his toned abs against your back. For a druggie, he seemed well-toned and you felt the ropey muscles of his arms against your arms. “Please don’t drop her.” Eddie says, a little nervous too about the amount of contact you had with each other and you could barely focus on the notes that he was talking about, causing you to mess them up.

“It’s fine, babe, let it go.” He warns after seeing your face slightly tightened with anger and guided your hand back to the chords. His breath felt hot against your neck but you were too frustrated to even realized and didn’t even realize that his other hand had gripped your thigh until now. You didn’t say anything, hoping that he could just ignore the fact that you were messing up so much and the guitar pick was starting to leave marks within your fingertips. “Keep going, you’re doing so well.” His lips ghosted your earlobe, his non ringed fingers had rudely pushed up the itchy skirt you wore and stroked the inside of your leg.

Your jaw became slightly agape at the sudden contact against the place where it made your knees weak, but his words encouraged you to actually learn and his breath made your skin be covered in goosebumps. Your fingers were starting to have string marks of the guitar against your skin but you jolted slightly as Eddie’s fingers ran up and down your panties, creating a..friction. But it wasn’t enough for you. It had been days since your last encounter together and who knows? This might be your last one before he possibly goes to jail or worse, end up dead. You shake your head of these possibilities as his fingers run over the wet spot created within the cotton material and your grip on the B.C Rich guitar had tightened.

“Eddie.” You cried out, desperate for him to touch you and you felt his smile against your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then the soft strokes stopped. The friction was gone and it filled with dissatisfaction as he carefully placed the guitar away. Anything for his precious fucking guitar, but you had to admit, it did look pretty good on him. “Really? After all—“ Before you could even protest, he tilted your head back and feverishly smashed his lips onto yours.

His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, kissing you roughly and you returned the same energy back as the room basically filled with just the noises of your lips smacking against the other. His fingers returned to the same place, just above where you were soaked and aching for his touch down there. He rubbed a few circles around your clothed area before he lifted up your hips and pulled off your underwear. He pulled you back into the kiss as your panties dropped down to your ankles and you felt like your stomach was going to lurch at any second.

You hadn’t done it much with Eddie, only doing it whenever you or he had a stressful day, but this felt like something else worldly. It felt..desperate but in a good way due to the fact you hadn’t felt this good since the recent events with the group. Actually, you needed an escape so here you were, his hands in between your legs in some random strangers house. Yet you liked it. His middle and ring finger formed together, reaching down to rub your wet cunt and it caused you to groan into his mouth where he was starting to kiss sloppily.

His fingers were sleek now, glossed with your wetness and you bucked your hips forward to get him in deeper within you. Blatantly, he obliged and slowly inserted his two fingers inside your pussy, a low moan from you had vibrated his lips and you both pull away from the kiss for air. His fingers moved slow, listening to the wet sound that made your hips buckle and you threw your head back onto his shoulder. You both were fully clothed yet you could feel his erection against your back as he fingered you faster and you moaned loudly with your face screwed up in pleasure.

“You did so good for me during that lesson, babe,” he whispered into your ear as his thumb met your clit, causing the feeling to be overwhelming,”Hell, maybe you’ll be their newest bassist.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

His hand clasped over your mouth, your moans vibrating within his calloused palm in the fear of being caught by any of the local residents and you felt the familiar feeling of a slow-building climax pool at the bottom of your stomach. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” He cooed into your ear as your hips bucked into his open palm, moving his hand away from your mouth and you gasped at how the cold air hit your exposed skin. He leaned down to pepper open mouth kisses across your neck and his other hand cupped your breast.

He lifted up your shirt, your nipples growing hard by the lakeside air that flew into the window, and pinched your breasts which caused you to squeak in complete surprise. “Asshole!” You hiss but his fingers only pumped inside your pussy faster and the wetness slapped against your thighs, causing you to moan. Your fingers grasped onto his leather jacket and you felt the pins of his jacket dig into your back since it was impossible to ignore now.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Your voice had changed pitches as your climax approached and your pussy convulsed around his boney fingers, your jaw hung incredibly low as your hips snapped with your legs shaking. Eddie let out a soft groan, a wetness growing on your back but you ignored it as your climax washed over you like a wave of water and you moaned loudly as you came into his fingers. You shudder in pleasure as his fingers slowed down, making your orgasm last longer than usual and your stomach rose and fell heavily. “Oh, fuck.” You spoke through your heavy breathing and his hand dropped from your breast while his other pulled out from your pussy. That day, you thanked God that Eddie hasn’t missed a single guitar lesson.

“My, my, my. Look at this, babe.” Eddie spoke in a low voice and held up his glossy fingers. His veins easily showed through his milky white skin and you could see the somewhat transparent residue that laid on his fingers. A light sweat covered your forehead as he spread open his fingers, the white substance becoming stringy and it dripped down his fingers slowly. He looked super fucking proud as you lifted your hips to pull back on your underwear and you grabbed his wrist. “Y/N, what’re you—“

His sentence was abruptly cut off when you placed his cum covered fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself as your tongue swirled around his fingers and licked it clean with the taste of salt residing into your tastebuds. Eddie’s face screwed up in disgust as you pull your shirt down and he cried out,”Ew!” You looked at him, flabbergasted and realized that there was a wet spot in the crotch area of his jeans. Oh, you were definitely going to make fun of him for that. “At least I didn’t cum in my pants.” You say with confidence and he quickly looked down at his pants, flustered.

“No, that’s not, uh, I spilled water there earlier.”

“You came in your pants, dude.”

“No, I didn’t!”

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AUTHORS NOTE.

…i..idk what to say. this took like forever to do so uh..sorry if there was a whole lot at the beginning less smut but uh..im flabbergasted. im bamboozled. im astonished. anyways shout out to my bsf atlas for helping me write this uh yeah

#stranger things #eddiemvnsonsbabymama #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #what has my life come to #fandom

[cassandragemini]

invitation to infodump about your ocs 👍 if you want a specific prompt: what is the Big Change that drives their story? how does it affect them?

i got this ask last night and wrote like 80% of this right before bed and then i fell asleep and then i forgot about it until right now i got home for the day. Whoops

misha getting turned into a werebear and tseren witnessing her extremely painful was the thing that kinda permanently altered their relationship forever and give tseren a weird complex about trying to protect misha however he can but their main shared Story Defining Event was tseren stabbing his fiancé out of pure desperation a couple days before his parents were going to make him marry a man. misha willingly chose to stay by his friends side and the two of them left everything they’d ever known in the middle of the night. and the catalyst for the current state of their relationship was a slowly developing Category 5 Lesbian Situationship Event that lead to a major fight after misha suddenly realized that some unspoken resentment and other things had lead to them developing some weird codependency issues that were slowly beginning to severely straintheir relationship. she tried confronting tseren about it and telling him that maybe they possibly might need some distance but tseren has 30 million billion abandonment issues so he perceived that as his friend suddenly being hostile for no reason and he reacted Poorly to say the least. the ensuing massive argument ended with misha just telling him that she wouldnt talk to him until he finally got his shit together and stopped acting like a fucking child and she just walked out and left for several months which was the most time theyd spent without each other Ever. any time i mention the oomf divorce this is what im talking about. anyway the much needed distance (although misha would later admit that the amount of time was a bit harsh) and later reconciliation after months of not seeing each other was what allowed them both to finally start untangling their emotions a bit and get slightly more normal so after a Lot of talking between two butches who are not good at verbalizing their emotions theyre bffs again. and later this lead to them both slowly independently realizing that unrealized romantic feelings had bled into their relationship a very long time ago and had been one of the things causing more strain

lou has 2 major Events, getting framed for a murder he didnt commit, and being bitten by a werewolf but im actually currently debating changing the order those events happened. initially i wrote that he got bit and started doing odd and questionable legal jobs to try to make a living while constantly being on the move to avoid being found out . However. the alternative idea im tossing around rn is that he was framed but saw an opportunity to run for it while being transported to jail. he got chased and had to make the split second decision between getting caught by lawmen or run into a dangerous section of the woods and he choose the woods and did end up getting lightly chewed by something in the dark but its fine he walked it off (he stumbled onto some random persons porch and fainted from blood loss right then and there)

unlike everyone else adelitas life is great actually. she just started traveling and living as a human thief cause she wanted to see the world and have fun. as a kid she saw a wanted poster for some cool looking outlaw and decided "I WANT TO DO THAT" and one day as an adult she got bored and decided to finally commit to her larping dreams

#crow.txt #ocposting #misha and tseren love each other very very much but tseren used to be a highly dysfunctional human being so they had some problems for a bi #asks #anyway i hunger for more oc questions

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie- Pt. 113- Far From Home

Summary: Jareth is MIA while Raven discreetly tends to a lonely and desperate Thranduil. She does something wickedly cruel to the King. A secret arises. Josie and Narcisse share some time together to Legolas' dismay. The witch and warlock have a short lived intense moment. Legolas warns of danger. A duel breaks out. Josie defends her prince. The prince and Queen share their own moment. Legolas protects his Queen.

*Warnings* smut, sexual language, language, angst, violence

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Nov. 9 - One week later

Raven paced around Jareth's dark and desolate castle atop the Misty Mountains, wondering where in the hell he took off to. How was she supposed to get his ring if he was nowhere to be seen? She had located the violin in a chamber that appeared to have been a woman's, which she was now curious about, but for the time being, all she could think about was Thranduil. Jareth's hideous goblins were throwing food in to him once everyday through some hole in the wall no bigger than a fist, so this told her he had no plans on killing him, but why? All for that book that no one has? It was if Jareth believed it would show up soon and he would try to use Thranduil as a bargaining chip to obtain it. For now, Raven left the violin be and would retrieve it when the time came....and for the time being, she and Gollum would sneak off and visit the lonely King in the dark forest to keep him updated and from possibly going insane. If only she had the power to release him, she would...she had tried...nothing worked. Raven needed that damn precious ring....but for now, she brought him a pen and paper he requested.

Thranduil had wanted the pen and paper so he could sit and write letters to you, although he knew you would never receive them. He had hoped that somehow, some way, you would hear his thoughts as he wrote them down, just like when you had read his journal in Rivendell, he had ended up having visions of you from the memories you were reading.

After writing for hours, his mind was so tortured with thoughts of you, he couldn't see straight. He remembered the very last time he saw you at the masquerade ball when he left with Legolas and Haldir to go after Caroline. You had begged him not to go but he would not listen to you. He could taste the last kiss you and he shared before he walked away, never to see your face again. Desperation for you plagued him, just to hear your voice once more, but his mind had been silent with only his own thoughts echoing through it. He had lost track of time and no longer knew how long he had been away from you. He could ask Raven, but it would break his heart even more to know. Imagining the pain you and Legolas were in with believing he was dead choked his very soul. All he had now were his memories and his dreams, in which he fell asleep on the table barely big enough for him and was awoken from a quite erotic one of you when Raven called to him through the door.

The urge to strangle her again was overpowering, more so than his throbbing cock that he was pissed at for torturing him more than he already had been.

"Go away!" Thranduil snarled.

"Well hello to you too! This is the thanks I get for trying to keep you company so you're not all alone?"

"I never asked for your presence, nor do I want or need it."

"Well, it sounds like you need something from all the moaning I just heard."

Thranduil stiffened straight up, just as his cock still was. His lips pursed as his eyes squinted in a glare towards the sound of her voice.

"Is that so? Then I must ask...why did you interrupt me? Being the sick and twisted type you are, it surprises me you did not revel in pleasure from my distress."

He began pacing about with his eyes closed while holding onto his aching member over his pants, releasing a grunting sigh of frustration.

"I should, after you tried to murder me with your bare hands." she snarked as she cursed herself for still adoring the Elvenking who despised every bone in her body.

"And yet...here you are. What do you want? You were just here awhile ago. Do you not have better things to do such as leave me alone?"

She couldn't tell him she just wanted to hear his voice, for she was lonely too, because Thranduil certainly would not give a rat's ass, but merely take pleasure in her misery.

"It sounds to me like you are in need of some....company."

Her implied tone did not go unnoticed by the King. "And just how do you think that your company can benefit me?"

Raven grinned and spoke through the feeding hole. "Gúl." (magic).

Thranduil whipped his head to the tiny opening, still holding his painful heat against his body.

"How so?" he curiously asked with furrowed skeptical brows as one arched up.

Raven peeked into the hole with one eye. The room carried a faint glow of candlelight and she could see Thranduil from the waist down.

"I can offer you some relief....that's if you want it. It seems to me you certainly need it judging by the way you are gripping your cock."

Thranduil's nose flared as he charged at the hole, trying to shove his hand through it to grab her, but his hand was too big.

Raven let out a fearful squeal as she jumped back.

'If you think I would so much as ever let you touch me again...you are..."

"Chill out Thrandy! I never said anything about touching you. I merely said magic. I am quite sure who that raging hard on is for and...I can offer that person to you as I did once before."

Thranduil stiffened up again, remembering how Raven appeared to him as you when he was first waking up from his drug induced state.

"You mean when you took from me what was not yours?"

"I took nothing that you were not willing to give!"

He rushed to the hole again and shouted through it.

"You made yourself sound like my wife!! My will was for her! In which you are not nor could ever be! No one could! Stop wasting my time with your nonsense!"

Thranduil walked to the other side of the room, fiercely laying his hand on the wall and grunted, while squeezing his agonizing cock.

"I can make it go away Thranduil. I can give you the voice you long to hear. I can give you one magical moment with your wife again."

Thranduil was almost in tears as he looked over his shoulder with one eye at the hole. Not from his physical issue, but from the emotional pain. He would give anything to hear you again, even if only for a short moment.

Raven may have been sick and twisted just like Thranduil said, but she really did just want to please him and take away his grief for a little while.

"Thranduil? It's me, your Josephine. Come to me baby." Raven said in your voice, to see how the unstable elf lord would react.

Thranduil gasped as quickly turned to the sound of your voice, his mouth open and eyes wide.

Slowly, he walked to the hole. "This...this isn't real. You are not here." He softly whispered as he closed his eyes and lightly gulped.

"I am real. I am here my love. Come sit down. I wish to see your beautiful eyes."

Thranduil whimpered and shook as he did what your voice asked of him. He pulled the small stool up and sat staring into the black hole. He tried so hard to focus but whatever enchanted magic Raven was using on his vulnerable, desperate and weak mind, was working.

"I...I cannot see you my sweet girl. Where are you?" he asked in desperation as he gripped at the small circle in the stone wall.

Raven's hand was small enough to fit through it, so she reached in slowly and touched his fingers.

Thranduil jumped up in shock, his blue gleaming eyes peering down at the tiny woman's hand he was made to believe was yours.

"My love, sit down. Let me touch your sweet face."

For a moment, Thranduil had forgotten about his unpleasant stiffness below his belt and sat back down in a trance like state. All he now heard and saw was you.

"Come closer my King."

Hearing you call him that completely broke him. Tears streamed down his trembling face as he lowered his head to your wiggling fingers like a child.

Raven then stroked Thranduil's cheek as he laid his hand over top of hers and closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. He pulled her hand to his mouth and softly kissed it over and over. She began to gently place her finger inside his mouth, tracing his bottom teeth in which he gladly accepted with a moan.

"Let me pleasure you my love. Let me help you release." she said as she then ran her fingers through his hair.

Thranduil now recalled his arousal as his cock was screaming at him to oblige.

"Stand up. Let me fix this for you baby."

Thranduil did as he was told and slid his pants down enough to let his cock stand freely at full attention. As Raven wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, Thranduil jerked and sucked in a gasp at the touch of the warm hand he believed to be yours. He placed one hand on the wall for support and his other over her hand as she slowly began to stroke him. It felt so ridiculously good that Thranduil had to lay his forehead on his hand that rested on the wall or he swore he was going to collapse. Each squeezing stroke she made, a pant would escape his lips. His hips began to rock into her movements as his hand gripped over hers, completely encasing his solid form.

'J...Jo..Josephine." he groaned.

'Yes my love. Imagine yourself inside of me." she also panted as she gripped him tighter and moved faster. What she said next caused his unraveling.

"Fuck me my King."

Thranduil's hand separated from hers and he slapped it onto the wall as his mouth opened wide, bellowing out a deep roar while he expelled his warm fluid at his feet. Once all of his tension had been released, his mind became clear and instantly appalled at what Raven had done to him...again, even after he had just adamantly said he would never let her touch him. Rage rushed through his entire soul like a volcanic eruption. Ejecting his hand, he yanked her arm, slamming her into the outside wall so fast and hard, she almost lost consciousness.

"Thranduil...let...me...go!"

"You slithering succubus! I should rip your limb from your wretched body, just as my wife once threatened to do!"

"If you do not let me go, I will not help you get out of here and I will make sure your wife finds out about one of your past misdeeds with one she used to call a best friend!"

Thranduil gasped and flung his hand away, sending her straight on her ass.

"I thought that would get your attention almighty saint Thranduil."

"How did..." he started to ask but couldn't even finish from the shock how she could have possibly known his deep dark secret.

Raven cackled. "Oh Thrandy, baby...have you forgotten who I am? Part witch. I have known your dirty little secret since the first time you and I had a little fun. It was too easy because you were in such a weakened state from the wolfsbane and it left your mind wide open. All it took was one little touch and I could see your thoughts. You were thinking of that betrayal in that moment because it has been eating you alive ever since it happened. I suggest you start being a little nicer to me if you don't want to spend eternity in here. After all, look what I just did for you? I gave you something you longed for. One moment, even if it were not real, with my oblivious sister. I am going to go now and you can sit for a few days, or for however long I feel you should....and ponder on your actions just now. I mean, what more do you have to do anyways?" she chuckled.

Raven ran off as Thranduil stood trembling. he stumbled back to the bed and dropped onto it, immediately passing out.

"Thranduil, NO!! Get away from him!" you woke up screaming and sweating, completely disoriented. Legolas jumped off the couch and ran to you as Leeanduil began to cry.

"Josie! Come here."

The prince pulled you into his arms. "It is alright. I am here. It was just a dream."

You cried so hard into his shoulder that no sound came out.

Leeanduil suddenly stopped crying and you looked up to see Haldir holding her as she gazed up at him and he down at her. What a serene sight....although it should have been Thranduil that she was looking at that way.

Legolas began compassionately wiping your tears. "Josie...please. Let me take you home. We have been here over a week and your dreams are worsening."

"I am sorry Jo...I have tried my best to keep them at bay." Haldir sadly apologized.

"Haldir, no sweetheart. This is not your fault. It's mine. My powers are worthless, my shield is broken because my heart is broken too. I don't know how to fix it...for it can never be fixed...I will never be ok again. I cannot go back there Leggy. I just can't. Everything there is Thranduil. It will break me even more so than I already am, if that is even possible."

"But it may also do the opposite. It may help you heal, us both heal, as we would feel closer to him."

"Legolas, I will never heal from this, nor will you. I know that you need to go back regardless....for you...are the King of Mirkwood now...and you have duties to fulfill."

"So you expect me to just go back and leave you and my sister behind? And where? Here with Narcisse? Over my dead body."

"Legolas...I..I don't know what to do anymore. Everyday is harder than the next. I try...I try so hard to shove these feelings down, but my guilt eats me alive. Thranduil went to Lestat's all because of me! This happened to him because of me....So...what about my guilt? Who's gonna make me forget?"

"Josie, no one expects you to forget. Just try to move forward, for Leean."

"Arrgh! Just forget it Legolas. You will never understand me. I need my dad. Where is he? He has been gone since last week...and so has Narcisse...ever since he stormed out of here after finding out Garrett was here. God...I hate this...I hate everything!"

You jumped up and went to Haldir. "Please give me my daughter. She needs to eat and I need to be alone with her for awhile."

"Sure Jo. Legolas and I will go gather up some breakfast for you." Haldir handed you Leeanduil and Legolas reluctantly followed him out.

You at down on the bed and began to feed your little angel. All you could think about was your dream. Raven...she had her wicked claws on your King. Why would you dream something like that? When he....was gone.

You laid Leean back down as she was already sound asleep with a full belly. You quickly bathed and dressed while you had her crib positioned in front of the open bathroom door so you could see her.

"How...how am I going to do this little one? Without your daddy. I feel so empty inside." you softly cried to Leean as you picked her up and left the room in search for your dad, notifying the guards where you were going in case Legolas and Haldir came back and panicked. You had been pent up in there all week and needed to move because you just couldn't breathe in there anymore...you couldn't breathe at all without Thranduil.

You ended up coming across your two elven bodyguards by accident in a large dining area. Stephane's castle was a giant labyrinth and you had no clue as to where the hell you were going.

"Hey...I had to get out of that room. Have either of you happened to see my father? or Narcisse?"

"We have not seen Julian...but Narcisse is out at the stables. I saw him from the window heading that way." Legolas informed you.

"Good. Maybe he knows where my dad is. I need to go talk to him anyways. Would you care for your sister while I do so?"

"You are not going outside alone....and you need to eat Josie."

"First of all Legolas, you do not tell me what I can and cannot do...and here...watch."

You broke off a piece of Lembas and shoved it in your mouth, chomping at it sarcastically and then swigged down a glass of OJ.

"There...satisfied?"

"For that part I am, but it is not safe for you to go alone Josie. You know this."

"Here, I will take the child and you can go with her Legolas." Haldir kindly offered.

You handed Leean to him and kissed him on the cheek, then placed your hand on his face and smiled.

"Thank you Haldir. I don't know what I would do without you. I really don't."

Haldir lightly blushed and smiled back. "I will do anything for you Jo. You know that."

Off you and Legolas went to find the week long absent lord Narcisse.

There he was, just outside the stables with his beautiful white horse, Arion, that he had lent Legolas and also had made fun of him for riding. The morning air was crisp with some patches of snow on the ground but the sun was on full power, and both felt intoxicating on your face after being couped up for so long.

Narcisse was talking with some woman so you went undetected with Legolas into the stables to love on your so missed Moose, who was just hanging out in there freely, chewing on some hay. Thranduil had never penned him up and you were not about to allow it now.

Legolas went over to another white horse and began loving on him, kissing the animal on the nose...and the horse seemed to have reciprocated affections for the prince. What a vision. The Prince and a great white horse. Not to mention seeing an elf be like a little kid with an animal. Legolas always did have such a soft spot for animals...just like his father.

"Josie. I would like you to meet Percy. I have been tending to him to earn my keep around here on. Is he not a beauty? I think I may have struck a bargain with Narcisse about keeping him."

You laughed. "Stephane, the man you cannot stand, is going to allow you to have one of his horses?"

"Well, yes. For I am now the King of the woodland realm and will be taking over my father's dealings with Narcisse. Do not read anything into it Josie, It's purely a business arrangement, nothing more."

"Oh darn. And here I thought you and Stephane were going to become besties." you giggled.

"What is it with you addressing him by his first name all the time? You barely know him."

"I know him well enough, especially after all he has done for us...and he told me to call him that anyways. What's the big deal Legolas? It's just his name. Just as he calls me by mine."

"Yes he does, does he not? And by Jo too...which you had asked him not to do because that was only Haldir's privilege, yet he still does and you say nothing. He should be addressing you as Queen."

"Why? I am not his Queen? and...I don't know...it don't bother me anymore if he calls me Jo. I don't care to be addressed as Queen anyways. It sounds so formal and elegant, and I am nothing of the sort."

"Well you never minded it when my father was here."

You gasped. "I am going to go speak to Stephane now." you reeled, emphasizing his name and walked out calling back to him as you left. "Thanks for that Legolas."

The woman had left so you then approached Narcisse.

"Hey....where have you been? I have been wanting to talk to you."

"Why Jo...did you miss me while I was gone?" he lightly smiled as he looked you up and down.

"I...I wanted to apologize to you, for jumping sown your throat about Garrett. I was wrong to do so. This is your kingdom and it's your rules. I shouldn't have overstepped by giving you orders when I am merely a guest here that you have so kindly allowed."

"Well now...who are you and what have you done with Jo? You're certainly not the same girl I saw last week...although you look just like her, and radiant as ever if I might add. No apologies necessary my lady. I too overstepped by being so hasty when I know Garrett is no threat. Instead, I offer you my apology."

You shyly looked down. "Alright...accepted although not necessary. So...uh...have you seen my dad? I really need him right now and I am worried because this is not like him to just vanish, especially now that Leean is here. I know he's worried about Jareth but..."

Narcisse knew what Julian was up to because he had to told him before he left.

"Don't worry Jo. He just had some things he wanted to take care of. He will be back soon."

"In other words, he has sworn you to secrecy."

"Something like that. Please trust me. He knows what he's doing."

"I guess I will have to. So....who is this white beauty?"

"Oh! Jo...meet Arion. Arion, this is Jo, Queen of the woodland realm."

"Arion. What a beautiful name for a beautiful boy." you said and stroked his nose. The horse snorted and nudged your hand gently as he seemed to like you.

"Ahhh, would you look at that. He adores you already. He has good taste and knows a true beauty himself when he sees one." Narcisse said as he cuddled the horse and smiled. Another amazing vision. The horse clearly adored Narcisse and vice versa.

"I was about to take him out for a ride. Would you care to join me? I'm sure my black stallion would love to have you ride him again unless you would like to try the chestnut mare I offered to you before as you're both feisty redheads."

"Ohh...I..I don't think I should leave....Leean is with Haldir and Legolas will have a conniption fit."

'Nonsense. We won't be long or go off my grounds and you will be with me. I will not let anything happen to you. I put my life on it. You need a little breather Jo. I can sense it. Besides...I would like to get to know you better...the real Jo. I haven't seen you since you were a little girl remember?"

You had completely forgotten how far your dad and Narcisse's friendship went back.

"Well...you're certainly right about that. I need some air....I...I would like to know you better as well. Alright. Let me go speak to Legolas so he at least knows where I am and maybe you could get the horse ready?"

Narcisse nodded and bowed , then you left, already fretting to tell Legolas what you wanted to do.

When you went back into the barn, Legolas and a stableman were tending to Percy.

"Hey. So ummm. Narcisse has asked me to go for a ride with him. Will you tell Haldir that I won't be long?"

"You are going to go off alone with him when Jareth is a threat?? Look how easily he entered your own chambers....and your powers are not in tact. He wants that book and feels your are the means to get it. What if he tries to take you? What about your daughter, she needs you. I feel your grief has not only taken your power but has clouded your judgement as well! No, Josie. I forbid it!"

"Exxxcuuuse me? I do not recall asking your permission...and Jareth only did so because I was alone, well technically. Let us not forget Narcisse is a warlock himself. He will protect me if needed. I can see no good it would do Jareth to do that, when I am no good to him in locating that book. I don't know where it is and he knows that. He was only here, trying to intimidate me and I will let no one do so! Not even you Legolas Greenleaf."

"Then I will go with you if you must do something so reckless."

"No, you will not! I...I need some space...from everything, from..."

"Me....?" Legolas asked in a wounded voice and stared at you in an even more devastated demeanor which broke yourheart.

You walked up to him and took his face in your hands.

"Legolas...no. Not you. I believed you were dead not so long ago. How could I ever desire to be away from you? I am just asking for a little time to myself, that is all. Can you please try to understand?"

"I..I do Josie. I just...do not trust Narcisse. I never have. If something were to happen to you..."

You quickly hugged him, cutting his words short.

"I know." you whispered into his ear. "I'll be alright. I am wearing the pendant.

"I do not find a pendant worthy of protecting what I hold dearest to my heart" Legolas responded and stroked your cheek.

His words took you aback as you both gazed in each others eyes.

"Legolas...I..."

"Are you ready my lady?" Narcisse interrupted as he walked up with a dark brown horse.

"Uh, yes. What about the black stallion?"

"He is actually out with another rider at the moment so I chose my other beauty, Blaze. He was the horse I was riding when I met you."

"Yes, I remember him. Hello Blaze. I am Josie."

You went up and stroked the white blaze that ran down his nose, hence his name obviously. His lips fumbled about your arm, taking in your scent and then softly nudged you."

"You see, he likes you too and wishes for you to keep offering your massage services." Narcisse chuckled. "Legolas." Narcisse nodded and then turned to you. "If you will follow me."

You left and glanced back sorrowfully at Legolas who was watching you go.

When you and Narcisse reached his white horse, he went up and stroked him.

"What's that Arion? You want the Queen to ride you?" Stephane leaned into the horse as if he were listening to his thoughts, then grinned as he looked at you.

You laughed. "That horse did not just tell you that."

"Oh but indeed he did. How do you think I knew you were in danger at Chateau de Lioncourt? My stallion told me when he returned here in a panic without you."

"So...you can hear them...like..."

"Like Thranduil could? Yes. I can. You see? We have a lot to learn about each other. Come, let me help you up. He's a rather big boy, but I assure you he's very gentle at heart."

You reached your hand out to his, and it happened again. As soon as your fingers touched, a blue light zapped you both, knocking you to the ground and Narcisse against his horse.

"Josephine!" Narcisse skidded down to your side on his knees, taking your face into his hands. "Are you alright??? Look at me."

You felt woozy for a moment and then came out of it.

"Y..yes. Just shocked...literally. Wtf was that? Why does it keep happening when our fingers touch? That's the third time now. The first was when we met, then it happened in the mountains, and now."

"Actually, it's the fourth. It also happened in your room, after you had Leean. Remember? I brought in her gifts and when I handed it to you, our fingers had touched."

"Yes...oh my god, I forgot about that. Narcisse, what is happening between us?"

"I honestly do not know Jo. It seems I can touch you anywhere else except your hands. Let me help you up. Are you feeling alright to ride still?"

"Yes...I believe so."

He helped you up by wrapping his arms around your waist. You went to the horse, put your foot in the stirrup and your hands on the saddle. Narcisse then placed his hands around your hips to help push you up. You turned your face to the side, catching his blue eyes with yours in what felt like a moment of more than a friendly connection. After you were safely secured on the horse, Narcisse removed his hands and awkwardly smiled as his eyes glanced all around, except at you.

"Well...um. Ok then. I...guess we are ready."

He climbed up on his horse and let you lead the way.

Legolas witnessed the entire interaction with a scowl on his face. He saddled up Percy and took off to follow you.

You ended up at a rather large secluded stone structure appearing to be a guest house, not far from the castle.

"What is this place?"

"This my dear, is my home away from home. I thought we could go out back by the lake and enjoy some of your favorite beverage. Tea." he said with a smirk, knowing damn well you did not like tea as you told him that when you met him. Well, technically you told him you did not like him.

He dismounted his horse and then helped you off yours, his hands sliding up your waist as you glided down to the ground.

He sheepishly smiled as he quickly removed his hands from you.

"Shall we?"

You followed him around the small mansion to a most glorious view of a pond, trees and an archery range. He motioned to a servant.

"Could you please bring us some hot tea?"

"It will hit the spot on the cool morning day, don't you think?" he then asked you as the servant left.

"Yes, most certainly."

"Come, sit while we wait."

He led you to a small table under a tree directly in front of the small pond. The servant was prompt and sat the tray on the table, pouring you both a steaming cup of the tea from a silver pot. A guard stood behind him for extra precautions.

"Narcisse, this place...it's so..."

"Beautiful?" he said as he gazed at you. Steam also came from his mouth as he spoke. It was chilly but bearable to relax in with the sun shining down. My house and my gardens are my sanctuary."

Narcisse sat with his legs crossed and swayed his hanging foot as he spoke with a smile on his face. He truly looked happy in this place.

"So...you were gone. Is this where you were?"

"Yes, it was."

"I..I am sorry for the way I treated you."

"I thought we had already established that no apologies were necessary. Jo...I understand what you're going through."

His eyes held a tint of pain in them. Had he lost someone he loved too? You didn't dare ask such a personal question and figured he would tell you if and when he was ready to.

"So, tell me about yourself Jo. What makes you tick, what makes you smile, what's your favorite color...what makes you...the fiery redheaded Jo."

You chuckled. "Well...A lot of things get under my skin. Being told what to do, or being treated like a child. Arrogance, that's a big one."

Narcisse smiled and looked down. "Well, I can see why you would say that."

"Oh...no! I didn't mean..."

"It's alright Jo. I know I was not your favorite person when we met. I can be an asshole sometimes. But I...I hope your feelings of me have changed some? They seem to have. Am I wrong?"

"No, you're not. I think you have well proved yourself to me after all you have done. You even saved Legolas and almost died doing so."

"And you in turn saved me. I owe you my life Jo."

"You owe me nothing Stephane....so...let's see, what makes me smile? Leann! I just adore her. I never thought it was possible to love another human being more than my own life except for..."

You became silent as your eyes fell.

"Jo...I truly am sorry for your loss. I know you may not believe that because Thranduil and I were not...friends per se...but it pains me to see you in such agony...and for that...I am so sorry."

Narcisse certainly had all the right words. "Thank you. Sorry for being a downer."

"Jo, nonsense. You're in pain. I do not expect you to be all smiles on my account. Ok, tell me your favorite color then."

" Wellll, it's purple."

"Purple eh? I love that color too. So refreshing."

"I..I noticed. I remember you wearing a purple leather jacket once, kinda like the style you are wearing now."

Narcisse smiled in amazement. "You...remember something I have worn?"

"Well, yes? It's kind of hard to forget when a man wears purple." you giggled. "Ok...your turn. Answer the same three questions."

"Alright then. Seems fair. What makes me tick, hmmm. Incompetence. Drives me insane. Such as when my guards let that slime ball of an oaf escape on the boat.....oh sorry, I did not mean to bring Asher up."

"No, it's ok. Where...is he by the way?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about him. He will never harm you again. He is locked away, securely this time, and I will deal with him when the time is right. What he did to you...is unfathomable. Another thing that makes me tick....trying to take a woman against her will. Ok enough of this conversation. Next question. What makes me smile.....your laugh, your smile.. It's a rarity these days."

You didn't know how to respond to that so you quickly picked up your tea and took a sip, hiding your face behind the cup.

"And well, you already know my favorite color, so choose another question to make it fair."

"Ok...umm. Well, I see the archery range you have out here. Is that something you love to do?"

"Oh yes. A favorite hobby of mine. Do you know how to shoot an arrow?"

"I have had a little practice. Legolas, Haldir and Thran..." You could barely say his name.

"Do you...want to learn? I can teach you."

"R..right..now?"

"Sure. It's a good of time as any. You can come here any time you like and practice. Come on. Care to try your skill?"

Narcisse went and grabbed a bow and arrow.

"This one should do."

"But that's for a right handed person. I might be left handed, some people are.' you grinned.

"But not you." he smirked.

He took your arm and slid your sleeve up as he smiled at you.

"This is a vambrace."

"It goes on the non dominate arm...because...mistakes in this game...can hurt." he smiled as he strapped it tightly with a firm yank. Was he still referring to archery as a game? Something in his demeanor told you he was not.

You took the bow and placed the arrow into the cable.

"You have good instincts." he said as he stood behind you observing.

You raised it up to aim.

"No..no." he said.

He came up behind you and steadied your hand as he placed his other hand on your waist, and spoke right against your ear. His deep voice, warm breath and prickly beard grazing your skin sent goosebumps all over your body.

"You're too quick. The eye is more important than the hand. See your target. Understand what you're aiming for, don't just physically let it fly. Now...sight the center. The rest of the circles are irrelevant."

He then stepped back and you let the arrow fly. Bullseye.

"Of course, the beginning is always promising. The trick, is to keep it going that way." he said as stared right into your eyes.

"Great shot though. You've been holding back on me. It don't seem as if you need any practice. Must be the elven blood within you."

He was right. It was Thranduil's blood that you gained when you and he first made love, inheriting many skilled traits that developed over time...even your blue eyes that used to be green, the first sign of an elf's soulmate after they are intimate....but Thranduil already knew you were his...as you knew he was yours.

Other ones were the senses, such as smell....and in that moment, you smelled something more dominant than Narcisse's peppermint scent....mint leaves. Legolas.

You gulped down your now cold tea and spun around.

"You can come out Legolas. I know you are there!"

Legolas then came galloping in and hopped off Percy, staring all around at the sky.

"Did you follow me???"

"Of course I did, and you must come back now."

You could clearly see something was wrong.

"Legolas?? Is Leeanduil alright??"

"She is fine and safe inside the castle with Haldir. Something is coming. I can feel it...just I sensed the other night. You can be angry with me later. I must get you back to safety...now."

"She is plenty safe right here under my protection. But you couldn't stand it could you? You just had to come after her when she told you not to."

"I do not believe I asked for your thoughts on the matter!" Legolas barked at Narcisse.

'And I do not believe I invited you here! Jo has been gone merely thirty minutes and yet here you are, sniffing up her dress."

"Narcisse! Stop. Legolas wouldn't have came if it weren't important."

"Why are you always defending him? Just like you did last week. Do you think I am powerless? I knew he was following us. He left the stables shortly after we did. There was no danger....and now all of a sudden, there is. He just wants to complicate matters between us because of his jealousy."

"If you are so powerful, then you would sense the danger as I do! But you do not, because you are weak!" Legolas retorted.

"Weak??"

Narcisse spun around so fast and was instantly facing Legolas holding his bow with an arrow pointed right at Legolas's head, which with Legolas' instincts and agility, he was also simultaneously holding his pointed back at Narcisse. The two were just feet from each other with their lips pursed and eyes glaring.

"Stop it!! Both of you! Narcisse, what the fuck are you doing?? If you hurt him, I will never forgive you!! If Legolas says there is danger, then I believe and trust him! He would not lie to me."

Neither of the statue like men would move from their stance. The next thing Narcisse knew, was you standing beside him pointing an arrow at him.

"Lower your weapon Stephane. I will not tell you twice."

Legolas' eyes about popped out of his head as he still remained firm with his aim.

Narcisse's guards were then right behind you with arrows pointing at you also.

Stephane lowered his and went off on them.

"Don't any of you ever raise a weapon to her! For any reason! Is that clear!?"

The guards lowered their bows and stood at ease.

You didn't know what to think after that. He still protected you after you were standing there with an arrow aimed at his chest. Would you have shot him? If he had hurt Legolas, indeed you would have....but otherwise, you were just trying to get him to stand down.

"Legolas! You too!' you snapped as you lowered yours.

Legolas immediately did as you ordered.

Narcisse was fuming at this point and the nice peaceful time you were having was shot straight to hell.

"Would you look at that. Obeying the Queen like a little lap dog. Why is that? Are you afraid of her? A simple woman? She certainly would never hurt you, but has no problem threatening me...which was a big mistake Josephine. You know, I was only trying to offer you some peace for a little while and maybe get closer to you. But as you can see...men are afraid to get close to you because they see you as the King's property."

"I am no one's property!"

"I don't see you like that unlike most men. I was never afraid of your King and I am certainly not afraid of this new one! In fact, I believe Thranduil was somewhat afraid of me as is his little offspring."

"Frankly now, so am i!"

"And men are afraid of you, so we're both feared. It can be quite isolating can't it? Could leave one lonely that's presumptuous of you." Narcisse said with a flat expression.

"And yet it's true....that...and the fact that you really are an asshole. Legolas, take me back." you said as you began to cry.

"Jo...wait..." Narcisse pleaded, knowing he went too far as Legolas helped you up onto his horse, sitting in front of him. "I should never have said that about Thranduil...Jo..please, don't cry, I was just under attack and..."

"Fuck you Narcisse. Legolas, go."

'Yah!" Legolas nudged the horse with his heels and off you both went.

Legolas brought Percy to a walk in a clearing. The castle was still a good distance away.

"Are you alright?" Legolas spoke into your ear as you had not said a word to him since you both left, but instead silently cried. He knew you were because his keen hearing could pick up your soft whimpers and he could smell the salt from your tears.

"I need to get down. I feel sick."

Legolas quickly jumped down and helped you off. You dropped to your knees and began to vomit. Legolas knelt down beside you and held your hair back and rubbed your arm which only made you start bawling because that's what Thranduil used to do for you.

"Josie, it is alright."

"No, no it's not alright Legolas! Nothing will ever be alright again!"

You turned to him and fell into his arms. Legolas sat and held you for a good five minutes until you calmed down.

"I...I never would have let him hurt you Legolas. You have to know that." you said as you sniffled and peered up at him.

The prince smiled as he stared into your eyes and wiped your tears ever so lovingly.

"I know. Josie...let me take you home now. Please. Come back and stay with me in Mirkwood. Let me take care of you and my sister."

"Legolas...I..."

Your eyes were locked in his moonstone ones and he began to slowly lower his mouth to yours....and...you weren't stopping it.....

His lips hovered over yours, almost touching. You could smell his sweet breath and feel it's inviting warmth. His eyes then darted to the sky and he sprung up.

You stood up next to him staring at what he was seeing.

"W..w..what is that???"

Hundreds of little black speckles were coming towards you from afar.

"It's Jareth's spies!" Legolas shouted. His roar startled Percy and he bolted.

The next thing you knew, Legolas was flinging you to the ground under some brush, holding his hand over your mouth as what seemed like thousands of black birds swarmed over top.

Once they were gone, you and Legolas slowly climbed out.

"Now do you believe me?"

"Legolas, I never doubted you. Not once. Jareth knows i am here so why are his minions or spies or whatever the fuck they are, coming here?"

"To intimidate you, us. To show his power....and report to him anything they see. Come on. We need to get back."

Legolas took your hand and you both began running as you now didn't have a horse.

You began gasping and tripped, but Legolas swiftly caught you and picked you up.

"I've got you."

He continued running and carried you all the way back to the castle.

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