#ficlit

[minnesota-fats]

A fic-lit about Danny working at the watchtower, not as a superhero but as an engineer.

This is based on an prompt I read months ago but cant find where Danny put that he was a halfa on his resume but the hiring manager didn’t pay attention to it and hired him anyway. Rather than that its just Danny working at the watchtower and vibing on break when a tiny Robin finds him in the viewing deck.

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Danny had been working for the justice league watchtower for a couple of months. He has seen hero’s come and go, paying him no mind and he was absolutely living for it! Unlike at 14, he was just a simple, normal worker—despite being half dead and the next in line for the crown in the infinite realms—he is just a simple mechanical engineer, Danny Nightingale. No one to fight, no one to save, just a big space station that needed someone to help keep it up in space.

And that's another bonus to this job; Space!

He gets to spend his shift up in the stars, looking out at the cold expanse of their solar system. Admiring the earth from a whole new angle, and he is getting paid to do it! Sure he could go into space any time, but being able to spend a good portion of his time here really made his core sing in joy. When he was on break he would wander around the areas he had clearance to go into, looking out every window at every star. Cataloging the ships movement through space with sharp eyes. His favorite place to go is the viewing deck, it was exactly what it sounded like, a place to just go and view that space outside.

It was there that Danny decided to take his break today, the Watchtower was at just the right angle to be able to see the earth from the viewing deck. Danny smiled watching the planet he lived on from afar, this really was the best job he could have ended up with!

A few months back he was having a hard time finding work after college, sure he had all the proper qualifications for the positions he applied for. But due to his medical condition—being half dead with a slow almost nonexistent heartbeat—they all refused him, afraid that his heart wouldn't keep up if he left the atmosphere to board any of the space stations orbiting the earth. To be fair it wouldn't have, he tested it by flying up to the moon and back the old fashioned way. But he couldn't just tell them that; being an ecto entity was still a crime that he was just barely able to get away from at age eighteen.

He came out to his parents once he graduated high school, they reacted poorly. Danny’s mom saw red and tried to kill him the rest of the way, claiming that Danny was just a ghost “piloting” his corpse around. Danny’s dad just stayed silent and watched, but before maddie could really do anything he acted. Jack knocked Maddie out with a strong blow to the back of her head. Danny remembered the hope that he had when Jack did that, but after he looked up at the man that hope died in his chest. The man looked torn, both angry and sad and in a voice lacking any of the familiar warmth said, “leave before she wakes up.” And he turned to pick up Maddie and made his way up the stairs. It was because of his dad that he was able to get away because after that Danny Fenton was declared dead. With the help of Sam and Tucker he was able to make a new identity for himself and go to school. From that day on Danny decided to move on and never look back.

After putting his name out there time and time again he was rejected. It wasn't until he got a letter in the mail saying he had been scheduled for an interview at Wayne tech of all places. He didn’t remember applying there but decided to go anyway, needing some sort of job to get him through. But when he got there he was greeted by Lucius Fox and Batman of all people! Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the dark knight, Danny couldn't help but think the worst. But before he could bolt, Lucius explained that Batman was looking for workers with the help of Wayne Industries for the base of operations for the Justice League—The Watchtower. Turns out all his applications to several different space programs caught the man’s attention. He even explained that Danny wouldn't even need to have a physical or get on a spaceship because The Watchtower utilized teleportation technology. Danny was so excited that he agreed on the spot without even knowing the benefits he would get from working with them. Which—surprising to no one—were a lot of benefits.

Danny was drawn from his thoughts when he heard the soft, almost nearly nonexistent footsteps coming from behind him. Danny turned and saw a child—no older than twelve—wearing a hero’s costume that looked like he was mimicking a traffic light. The kid froze in his tracks when Danny turned to face him, the two staring at each other for a few moments before the kid smiled and waved at him.

“Hi,” the kid beamed at Danny, “I’m D—Robin!”

Danny lifted a brow, “you a part of the justice league?” He asked, not remembering a kid being a part of their team.

The kid shook his head, “No, my guardian is though!” He explained.

“Ah, neat,” Danny said nonshalontly as he turned back to look at the window, “you come to see the view?” He asked.

The kid walked farther into the room and gasped when he got a better look at said view. “Woah—”, he exclaimed, now standing next to Danny.

Danny looked beside him to see the stars reflecting off of the kids' eyes, “cool isn't it? I come here on my lunch breaks," Danny says.

The kid looked at him and then squinted suspiciously, “if you're at lunch where is your food?” He asked.

Danny smiled, “I forgot my lunch at home today,” Danny lied, seeing the stars gave him enough energy to continue going. He usually eats when he gets home.

“Really?” The kid asked with a raised brow.

Danny smiled and looked around to see if anyone else was there, when he saw no one he asked, “do you wanna hear a secret?” He asked. Robin looked around himself as well before he leaned down a bit so Danny could whisper into his ear, “I actually just absorb the energy from the stars to sustain myself.” He explained.

“Really?” Robin asked, looking at him again, trying to gauge if Danny was lying or not.

Danny smiled, “yep,” he said, popping the p, “that's why I got a job here, that way I won’t starve to death.” Danny grins.

“But cant you just look at the stars from earth?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“I mean, sure,” Danny says with a shrug, looking back out the window, “but this is so much better, isn't it?”

Robin looked out the window, “yeah!” The boy exclaimed, “it's so much clearer up here than in Gotham.” He commented.

Danny smiled and looked back at the boy, “I live in Gotham, too.”

“Really?” Robin asked, “No wonder you come up here,” the boy commented, causing Danny to snort in laughter and it wasn't long before Robin joined him.

“You got that right,” Danny says with a smirk before something dawns on him, “Wait, hero from gotham? I didn't know Batman had a kid?” Robin looked away, Danny could feel his nerves and sadness pass through him.

Danny was about to tell him that he didn't have to talk about it but before he could get his words out Robin spoke up, “My parents died about a year ago… he took me in only recently, he decided to train me when I found out he was Batman,” the kid says looking down at his feet, a glare etched on his face, “i never got to avenge my parents, the murderer had a heart attack before I could even get to him….”

Danny reached out to the kid and placed his hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin looked up at him—as if remembering that Danny was there with him.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Danny says softly, Robin looks away from him. “But I can tell you wholeheartedly, your parents are proud of you and what you are doing,” robin began rubbing at his mask, preventing him from wiping the tears away from his eyes underneath. “Here,” Danny says as he goes to pick up the 12 year old, “let's get you back to the Big Black Bat, I bet he is looking for you.”

Danny sits Robin on his hip and walks out of the room, rubbing circles into the child’s back. They walk together in silence, Robin resting his head in the crook of Danny's neck. “…Thank you,” Robin mumbles.

“Don't mention it kid,” Danny says as he looks around the corridor trying to spot anyone who could help him get this kid to the upper levels, “I know what it's like to lose your parents….”

“Really?” Robin asked, his head lifting off of Danny’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Danny says, “they didn't die, but they basically said they never wanted to see me again.”

Robin gasped, “that's not nice!” Robin declared making Danny laugh again.

“Your right,” Danny agrees as he turns down another hall towards where the zeta tubes were, maybe someone in there could help. “But, now I'm here, having the time of my life with the job of my dreams.”

Robin smiled again, “you could say you're living the HIGH life.”

Danny paused in the hall and started snickering, “that was a good one, Birdy.”

“Birdy?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, your name is Robin, that's a bird, so Birdy,” Danny explained, “its a nickname

“Does that make us friends?” Robin asked.

“Sure, as long as your guardian is ok with it.”

The boy smiled happily, excited at the idea of having made a new friend. The calm was interrupted but Danny’s supervisor yelled from across the room, “Nightingale!” He shouts, causing Danny to jump.

Danny turns to look at the man, “hey boss—” he starts, blocking Robin from the man, not wanting to scare the kid.

“You are late to clock back in! You're not getting paid to sit around with your head in the clouds!” The man shouts.

“Sorry sir, I was—”

“No! You need to get back to work, NOW!” He demanded, “this is a multibillion dollar space station, everything needs to be on a strict schedule!”

Danny sighed, his supervisor hasn't liked Danny from day one. Something about him being “young and nïeve” or something like that; “head higher up into space than we were right now.” At least that's what Danny heard him say about him once or twice.

Danny was about to talk back when something just past his manager caught his eye. It was Batman, walking fast with a look that told everyone to get out of the way. But Danny could feel the worry bleed off the man in waves. Must be looking for Robin, Danny’s mind supplied. Danny sidesteps his supervisor and shouts, “Hey Batman!” To catch the dark knight’s attention. Danny had to restrain his laughter when he saw the look of horror pass on his supervisor's face.

Now with the vigilanties cold glare focused on him, Danny smiled and adjusted his stance to show Robbin to him. “Looking for you kid?” Danny asked.

Robin smiled nervously and waved at Batman, guess he wasn’t supposed to wander off like he did. “Hey B!” He shouts.

Batman’s glare softens so slightly, a regular person would have missed it. However, Danny could feel the man’s previous anxieties melt away into a strong relief. Batman strutted forward and glared down at Danny—despite Danny being taller than him. Danny just smiled and adjusted Robin on him so he could hand him over to the dark knight.

Now in Batman’s arms, Robin tapped his pointer fingers together nervously. “Sorry for wandering off,” he mumbled before his smile came back full force, “but,” he exclaimed, “I made a friend! His name is Danny and he liked my puns! And we both have bird names!” He exclaimed all while pointing at Danny.

Batman looked from the kid in his arms to Danny, “hmm,” he grumbled. A man of few words, Batman nods at Danny.

Danny nodded back, “He’s a good kid, glad I was able to help.” Danny replied. Feeling gratitude from that small gesture alone. Batman isn't the most expressive but being able to read emotions like Danny really helps when talking to people.

Batman turns his head to look over at Danny’s superior, “hmm.” After that Batman turned and walked away.

Robin climbed to sit up on Batman’s shoulder and waved back at Danny, “Bye bird buddy! Have a good day!” He shouts as Batman enters the elevator. The doors closing behind them and leaving the zeta tube control center in near silence.

Danny looked back to his supervisor who looked as pale as a sheet ghost, Danny gave him a shit eating grin and shrugged at him. “I tried to tell ya—”

“Get back to work Nightingale!” He shouts.

“Ok, ok, I'm going.” Danny says, turning on his heels and walking away from the man with his hands held up in surrender.

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I have so many ideas for this au and if I write more I might post it on my AO3 feel free to read other things I posted on there!

#fun #dp x dc #dpxdc #crossover #ficlit #robin!dick #dick grayson #danny fenton #goes by Nightingale #disowned by parents in au #my au my rules #the watchtower #watchtower worker!Danny #ghost prince danny #he wont officially be crowned king until he fully dies #dcxdp #dcxdp crossover #bruce and danny are the same age becaue i said so #may make it gay #who am i kidding #its already gay #:3 #>:3 #uwu

[unbunlievable]

What if...

...Jonny at some point left, finding himself on a small asteroid. Backwater, some may call it.

What if at some point he had sustained an injury, perhaps to the eye.

What if he opened a bar, tempting fate for that fight he knew would end him. A bar that grew in size, until it was a casino as well.

What if he became known in this community, the establishment being known for its cards, for its one eyed owner with a name that started with a J. Was it James? Jack?

What if he met a young man at this bar, a man he knew. All at once he knew what he had to do.

What if he sent this young man, this boy out to do some tasks for him. Paying off his father's debts, Jonny tells this boy.

What if the boy returns one day with a coldness in his eye and a ticking in his heart. Jonny tells him it's for the best, parroting the words he was told so long ago.

What if he understands, all those centuries ago, the words said to him. It was for the best, for those lifetimes of adventure, for his crew, his family.

What if the boy can't see it in this moment. It dosen't matter anymore, Jonny's already played his part. He is shot, not that the bullet would kill him, not yet.

What if the bar burns around him, a falling piece of wooden beam peircing his heart. He can feel it in his bones, this is it.

What if, in his last moment, Jonny smells the smoke and thinks of Ashes. Remembers Tim as the smoke stings his eyes. Wonders if this lightness within him is what Raphaella felt when flying.

What if Jonny laughs, anger and joy and sorrow and humor and disbelif and relief all rolled into one. This backwater asteroid, where Jonny Vangelis D'ville ends his tale.

A backwater asterioid.

His beginning, and his end, all in the very same moment.

What if?

#the mechanisms #one eyed jacks #jonny d'ville #does this count as poetry? #ficlit #death to the mechanisms #tales to be told

[ineffectualdemon]

Wait no wait! The "Who did this to you!?" Trope but with Bingliu and it doesn't follow the script:

Luo Binghe grit his teeth before answering the door. As much as he hated any intrusion into their home he promised Shizun he'd play nicely with others.

Besides it was probably either the sect leader or Mobei's rat and he had reasons not to be rude to either.

He was not prepared for what he saw when he opened the door.

Liu Qingge leaned heavily against the doorframe, his left eye was swollen, a cut was on the cheek below and there was blood matted in his hair. As Binghe trailed his eyes down he saw how Liu Qingge was shaking as he tried to stay on his feet, blood soaking his robes from various wounds.

Binghe felt like a thick dark syrup was climbing up his throat and filling his chest.

"Who did this to you." He asked in a flat cold voice.

Liu Qingge, his good eye struggling to focus, tilted his head to see him better.

"Huh? I don't know, some demon assholes. They jumped me from behind. It was only like 20 or so. Look is Qingqiu here? I need a lift to Qian Cao." The admission cost him, his cheeks coloured slightly under the bruising.

"I'll kill them" Luo Binghe heard himself saying even as he reached for the remade Zheng Yang.

"What? No you won't- what are you doing!?"

But despite Liu Qingge's protests he already had him in a princess hold.

"Shizun is out at the moment teaching a class and I don't wish to disturb him. I'll take you myself." Luo Binghe explained as they lifted into the air.

(It had taken a long time for him to regain flying privileges.)

"Why can't I kill them?" He pressed on.

"Because I already killed them you idiot!" Liu Qingge shouted as he looked away from the other man. They both thought they knew he was only sitting obediently in Binghe's arms because Shen Qingqiu had also asked him to play nice.

But under the bruising the blush was brighter...

Binghe didn't like Liu Qingge's answer. It did nothing to quell the turmoil of thick black syrup that has filled him with deep desire to leave a claim or a mark on Liu Qingge or to murder violently anyone who touched him.

Trying to sort out that feeling kept him there as he waited for his rival's wounds to be patched up.

Once he was all fixed Luo Binghe couldn't help it anymore and walked over, standing over Liu Qingge on the bed and trying to show how strong and capable he was.

Liu Qingge just looked confused.

"You fight me." Is what Luo Binghe eventually said.

Liu Qingge looked puzzled.

"Yes..." Liu Qingge replied cautiously.

"You only fight me." Luo Binghe said more firmly.

"What the-" Liu Qingge started only to be immediately cut off.

Luo Binghe leaned forward until their faces were so close he could feel Liu Qingge's warm breath on his own lips.

"You don't need other demons." Luo Binghe attempted to explain, "you have me."

His words were cold and intense and the light from his heavenly demon mark shone bright for a moment before he leaned forward and pressed a hard, hungry, kiss on man in front of him.

"Do NOT forget it!" He snarled.

He was halfway back home before the realisation of his actions nearly made him fall off his sword.

Meanwhile back on Qian Cao Liu Qingge stared blankly at the wall for 5 minutes before deciding this wasn't a reality he wanted to deal with right then and went to sleep.

#svsss #luo binghe #liu qingge #bingliu #bingliushen #ficlit #svsss fic

[chicanomick]

I found this in an untitled document and have no memories of even writing it, I've never even written smut before sooooooooo yeah enjoy whatever this is!

“Can you feel how much I want you?”

Ian closes his eyes and throws his head back, trying to ignore the hard heat grinding against his thigh. “C’mon tough guy,” Mickey grinds his hips down harder letting a loud moan escape him, “look at me.” 

Reluctantly Ian opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling for a bit while he struggles to collect his thoughts and breaths. If he looks at Mickey right now Ian’s positive he’ll cum on the spot. Mickey’s chuckle is deep, immediately drying up Ian’s throat. 

The hand that’s cradling his neck moves downwards. Warm palms spread heat up and down his chest. Creating soft friction as they slowly drag over his white button-up shirt and to his shoulders. Down his arms. Around his wrist. Giving it a solid squeeze. Pinning him to the chair, melting him. 

“Talk to me, big guy.” It sounds like a whine, that’s the only reason Ian looks at the man on his lap. Immediately Ian knows he made a mistake. 

Mickey has his lips parted where hot pants of air escape him and brush over Ian’s own parted lips. His blue eyes are dark with lust and hooded. Hair, that is usually slicked back, frames his face, a singular strand of hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead. His shirt is unbuttoned revealing pale skin covered in tattoos. And his pants. God, his skin-tight black pants. Tight around the thighs that frame the beautiful bulge between them. Rhythmically grinding up and down Ian’s body. Using him. 

Fuck

“You’re not getting a raise.” Ian’s voice sounds weak, sounds like a whine. But Mickey laughs, stopping his hips and releasing one of his wrists to slick his hair back. 

“Not doing it for that type of raise.” Mickey brings his hand down and presses against Ian’s bulge again. “C’mon Gallagher, we don’t even have to take our clothes off.” Their hand is back on Ian’s wrist, grip tight as he leads Ian’s hand down towards his bulge. 

Ian groans at the feeling. Mickey's hand is on top of his pushing down his palm while he grinds up into Ian’s hand. He leans up to kiss Mickey and knows it’s all over. He never stood a fucking chance

#yaya writes #gallavich #drabble #ficlit #idk i just found this in the google docs #rather than let it rot in there I'll post it here <3

[livingfast04]

Monster Au? Part 3

Part one Part two II Part Four TW: (kind of) Disordered eating, mentions of vomit, Body Horror (kind of again, I’m not 100% if this is creeping into Body horror yet or not, but it probably will the more parts I add, as it like goes-), Depression and just general. Bad?  --- Something changes after Steve snaps at Eddie in the bathroom.

They start arriving at Steve’s house before he gets home from Work. Robin has a key, and she just leaves the door unlocked, they pile in, and Steve normally looks off centered when he arrives to everyone just there. It makes his skin itch. What makes it worse is that they all but ignore his existence. Mike tells him off for being in the kitchen once, and his stomach rolled, the smell of whatever takeout had been brought over made him want to vomit. After whatever fit that Steve couldn’t even hear over the ringing in his ears, he stopped going into the kitchen to see if there was anything salvageable that he could actually eat. He just made a beeline for his room, locked the door and didn’t come back out. He wants his Mom. That was the thought in May, and the feeling didn’t go away, she’d know what to do. And- and he can’t call her, because then he’d have to go down stairs and be around everyone else- 

Wants his Mama, wants to talk to her, ask her to please, please, please, please come home now. As mean, and angry as his Dad is- he wants him to. He wants the familiarity of his own skin. Even if his parents hate it when he sheds the extra shape- maybe, maybe they’d let him. So he’s not so exhausted, so he can keep what he eats down- maybe his Dad won’t scream at him, if he knows that Steve feels like he’s dying. Ultimately he wants the familiar space to feel like his again, wants to hear his parents move around in the house. Steve wants space when it’s night, when it’s not so wrong to be a shapeless creature. When he can creep into his parents bedroom, Nineteen or not, and they let him tuck himself tiny, small- in between them. When his father curls around him, calm and easy, his bones pressed against his skin, a pile of Harrington’s, all the freckles, and short statures, all bones and no hiding. Steve desperately wants his parents. Wants his Dad to make everyone go away, wants him to make Steve feel better, in a way that he hadn’t craved since early Elementary school. Since Steve could understand that he was a horrible thing that the world hates.  He hides in his bedroom until he can tell everyone's left. Robin had come up earlier and told him bye through his door. He’d quietly told her he’d see her tomorrow at work, before dipping into the bathroom to re-bandage his stomach. Blood soaking the white wraps. Tore another set of stitches early that morning, waking violently from another round of nightmares. Steve creeps downstairs, swallows the pain it causes and drags a chair across the room. Doesn’t dare shed his shape lest someone decide that they want to come back and sleep in his house again. His fingers shook as he plugged in the phone number for the house in New York, if, if they weren’t there he’d try the one in Washington.

It rang, and then rang again. He didn’t care that it was almost 12 at night, he wanted his Mama. Steve swallowed around nothing, curling his legs up to his chest and biting his lip as his sides and back protested the stretch. It goes to voicemail, and he hangs up, and calls the New York number one more time. Just, Just in case. On the 5th ring- “Harrington Residence, New York, New York. This is Josefina Harrington, in what right mind are you calling at 11:30 at night-”

Steve lets out a small sob, doesn’t jam his fist into his mouth fast enough to muffle the sound, he curls over himself holding the phone tight in his grip. His Mom goes quiet, it’s just Steve’s harsh breathing- and he realizes he hasn’t spoken to them since March- and he desperately wants- “Stephan?” There's a small pause, “Stephan baby what's wrong.”

Oh, oh, it’s far enough into the night that they are bound, pack, skin eaters- He sobs a little more openly now, “Oh baby talk to me.” He shakes his head, makes his vision spin and he just cries. 

There’s shuffling over the line, and a quiet hushed conversation that Steve knows is probably with his Father, and he tucks in on himself a little more. He takes a few shaky breaths, “Mama?”

“I’m right here baby,” Her tone is soft, and Steve can almost see her, she only uses that voice when his father is curled around her, when she can smile with all her sharp teeth. Cup his cheek and not be terrified of their existence.

He swallows, opens his mouth and closes his mouth a few times. “When, when are you coming back?” The words feel sloppy coming out of his mouth, detached, and needy. Steve curls a little more in on himself. Holds the phone a little tighter, waits for her to relay what he said to his Dad. 

“We weren’t planning on coming back until later this summer, do you need us to come back now?” He hiccups, humming down the line, “What’s the matter honey, we’ll come home, but you have to tell us what’s wrong.” Steve shakes his head.

“Hurts, hurts, hurts and won’t get better-” There’s shifting on the phone again, talking that's muffled as his ears rattle around in his skull. “I- Mama it hurts and I-” “Stephan,” Dad, Dad. Steve shifts, sitting up some, rests his head on his knees. Tears drip over his cheeks, down his chin, over his lips. “What hurts?” There’s an urgency in his voice that Steve’s not used to, a softness. Maybe this is just a dream, maybe- maybe-

Steve breaths in a heavy gulp of air. “The- the Earthquake, and then, I, I mentioned I got attacked by dogs right? Real dogs, not-” He swallows, “They- they won’t get better. And they hurt, and I can’t eat. And there’s people in our house- my friends, and I’m not supposed to be- I’m supposed to be human. It’s just, just a house, but it’s my- yours- and they are here all the time, and I can’t- Dad please.” 

His father takes a sharp enough intake of breath that Steve can hear it, and he hiccups a little harder. “Okay, Stephan, we have two weeks here, I have to finish up some business, but as soon as it’s finished we’ll head to Hawkins.” And it’s, it’s warm hands, big, tucked against a chest- and he’s tiny. Steve hums, bobs his head. All he can think is- come home, come home. Pack-

“You think you can survive another two weeks?” No, no, No Steve can’t, he can’t- “Your Mother, or I will call every other day. It’ll go by without you even having to think about it. Do you understand me?” Steve hiccups again, his lungs felt too small, not- not enough.

He shakes his head viciously, his vision spins- “no, no, no- please- Dad-“ There’s a soft sigh, on the other end very gentle, and Steve sobs listlessly. 

“Okay Bubba. Okay, breathe bubba.” Dad’s voice is, is soft. Its never soft- it’s never, never gentle anymore. Not for Steve, so it’s bad, it’s all bad. He’s sick, he doesn’t want to be sick. It has to be bad bad for him to be this sick- Steve hiccups, the motion rattling through his body- presses against all of his bones. His sides hurt- “you have to breathe Stephan.” 

He craves the gentleness of his father’s voice. Steve sucks in a rough breath, his chest heaving. His back pulling- stomach rolling at the movement.

“I’ll call and get us plane tickets first thing in the morning- we’ll come home.” Steve keens, the sound loud and volatile in the empty house. He sobs louder- a reminder it’s just a cold conversation over the phone. There’s no bound, no pack. Just him and a house that didn’t smell like his parents. His father made a coo’ing noise that Steve hadn’t heard since he was small, real little. “Giving you back to your Mama while I go pack.” He says it so- so, Steve sniffs. Tucks his chin to his chest and swallows, tears sliding heavily down his cheeks. ---

hi yes, this took a completely different turn than I wanted, but it’s fine, ultimately, it’s chill. This also isn’t the whole part that I wrote over the past few weeks. I thought 1k was, a lot for this format, so cutting it up a little more. It got away from me, and It’s much longer, so I’ll probably post a part 4 pretty soon. (That is, if I don’t completely forget. Because that’s totally liable to happen. ha) Also, Steve’s parents, aren’t bad, but in all honestly, they aren’t good either. But that’s their baby. So like, Bad Parents, but also Good Parents. It’s a very gray area. (They are still shitty parents, at least shitty parents when they are trying to be something they aren’t.)  Uh, people asked me to tag them? and I apologize if my dumbass can’t figure this out. @ledleaf @gezell-igg

#steddie #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #sad steve harrington #monster steve #shapeshifter steve harrington #eddie musnon #vampire Eddie munson #steve harrington whump #steve harringtons parent #Im sorry? #ficlit #stranger things au #stranger things #steve harrington angst #robin buckley #steddie monster au?

[hannibalzero]

A fickit or headcanons of Bunny-won raising kitten Anakin please🥺 IT WOULD BE SO CUTE!

Obi-Wan Kenobi, had a headache. He thought having a Padawan of a different species would be rather simple. His late master, Qui-gon-Jin was a panther cat and he felt confident about his abilities to Master, Anakin Skywalker, some sort of a cat?

They think at least, Healer Che was still doing tests.

Being a rabbit, Obi-Wan understood having strong animal instinct. For himself, the urge to dig. Chew and binky, groom and well…something else he wouldn’t disclose at the moment.

But he didn’t expect this….

As soon as Obi-Wan made the decision to have Anakin live in his apartment and allowed the boy inside.

Anakin disappeared.

Cat species tended hide, unsure of his new surroundings and planet. That’s what the datapad explained, Qui-gon-Jin hardly showed his animal like nature so Obi-wan was running blind. Looking all around the apartment, he knelt at his bed and looked under.

Glowing cat like eyes blinked back at him.

“Padawan, Anakin….this is your home too.” Obi-wan encouraged the kitten.

“…..I’m cold…it smells off here and basic sounds strange.” Anakin mumbled from his hiding spot. “I talked to another padawan and they were like-droid like?” Anakin allowed Obi-wan to pull him out from under the bed into a warm hug. “I’m not sure if I’ll fit in the temple….i miss…” he tried off not looking at Obi-wan now but digging his little claws into Obi-wan’s cloak.

“Cold? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Obi-wan wrapped the kitten into his cloak more. “Anakin be kind to the other padawans, they never knew what life is like outside the temple. They were in the temple soon after they were born.” He soothed Anakin. “You know what it’s like to be a child. To have a family. Your mother did a wonderful job.”

“…so I’m special?” Anakin looked up at the rabbit flicking his ears. “Because I had a mom?”

“Yes. But I made a promise to your mother.” He twirled his hair lovingly. “To make you a Jedi knight. I only train the best Jedi knights.” Obi-Wan started to tickle Anakin making the boy laugh.

#star wars #obikin #my writing #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ficlit #bunny-wan #Nynakin #asks #answered #answered asks

[broke-art-girl]

Here's a short Ficlit I wrote based on my assumptions on @eleanorrigbyrice 's fanfic (read it here it's so good and I beta read it!) fyi these are 100% just made up no spoilers.

Eddie sat in a corner hugging his knees, holding himself for comfort. It was like he was cold -on the inside-, yes the air around him was warm but when he breathed it felt like ice was passing through him.

"Eddie?" Steve asked walking towards him in the dark room. "Why is it all dark in here let me ju-" Steve felt Eddie's hand clamp down on the light switch. He got over so fast it was crazy.

"Please no. No light. It hurts."

Those words pained Steve to hear. He just wanted everything to be okay. Just wanted him to be comfortable in his own skin again. "Okay. No lights. What can I do to-"

"Quiet.. please.." he mumbled.

As Steve squinted he could see that Eddie was covering his ears. "Okay. Quiet." Steve whispered.

Eddie sighed then sniffed deeply. "Smell good. Sound good." He slowly reached out for Steve. "Hold me?" He begged. Steve immediately wrapped his arms around Eddie, trying not to stiffen at the temperature difference.

"Mhh.. warm.. heart..beat.." he mumbled as he nuzzled into Steve.

Eddie cuddled up with his lover, feeling a little less cold on the outside and a lot more warm on the inside. Steve wrapped a blanket around the both of them and brought Eddie a cup of "some kind of weirdo tea I guess if you don't have coffee.. you monster." As he said. "It's called cozy up." He said as he handed it over.

Eddie hesitantly sniffed the cup, it smelt good, like cinnamon and vanilla. He took a sip and hummed. Steve rested his head on Eddie's shoulder and they watched Ghostbusters and ET. Sleeping soundly for the first time in a while. Steve rubbed his now pointed ears and giggled when he sighed contently, falling quickly asleep.

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #teen and up audiences #teen author #teen writer #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #vampire eddie munson #ficlit #eleanorrigbyrice

[eldr1tchpunk]

Few things:

1. This has nothing to do with the fact that I think they look pretty (yes it does)

2. This has nothing to do with the fact that this is how one of my characters came out

Anyways…

I personally believe Steve came out to Robin accidentally. Like he’s been thinking about it and it’s before he sees Eddie in person and everything. But he’s driving Robin somewhere and she’s shuffling through the cassettes in his glove compartment. She finds a Wham! one and turns to him with it in her hand.

“Do you actually listen to them?” She asks waving it around lazily. He picks it from her hand.

“No” and reaches across her to return the cassette to its former home. “I mostly just think they’re pretty.”

Then he’s starting the car and pulling out of the parking space. Looking over his shoulder to see behind him. (In that dad kinda way yk what I’m talking about). Then suddenly Robin just screams.

“WHAT?!” And like Steve slams on the breaks cause he thinks somethings wrong.

“What? What’s wrong?” He’s kinda panicked and confused. And he turns to Robin then kinda relaxes at her just being dramatic (which she argues later that it was a fitting response).

“Did you just say Wham! Is pretty?”

“Yeah and?”

“What do you mean and!”

Steve looks at her a little confused.

“Dingus you just said two guys looked pretty!” She grabs his shoulders and shakes him as they sit in his car awkwardly half way pulled out of her driveway.

“What am I not allowed to say that? That’s a bit homophonic.” And he like returns her hands to her lap. She just immediately puts them on his cheeks and puts their foreheads together.

“Steve it can’t be homophobic unless you’re bi!” She kinda whisper screams because despite being excited she also knows the kinda people in Hawkins.

“Is that what it’s called?” And he just tilts his head because he just kinda came to terms with the fact that he found both guys and girls attractive. Robin just hugs him really tight.

“I love you.”

Steve just chuckles. “I love you too,” and hugs her back.

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #byler #robin buckley #bi steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things s4 #stranger things hc #ficlit

[allthingssteddie]

Dracula Eddie

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #steve x eddie #vampire eddie au #steveddie #steddie fic #vampire eddie x steve #strangerthingsedit #ficlit #steddie fandom #eddie munson fluff #eddie is so in love #steve harrington loves eddie munson #no upside down au #steddie edit

[freedoms-wingz]

In Time

Summery: Reiner has a nightmare and seeks his family for comfort

Warnings: Mention of Marijuana use, Domestic fluff, slightly ooc probably. Proofread by me but please point out any spelling goofs.

Notes: Hey @fromriches-tosin told you I'd consider making my own blog. This is it. Just some domestic ReiJean. I haven't written in like a year so sorry if it's a little choppy haha.

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Reiner shot awake with a gasp, his breath coming out in raspy pants. His heart raced uncomfortably fast, making him put a hand over his chest in an attempt to calm it.

He closed his eyes and took breaths like Jean had taught him. Breathe for 10 seconds, hold for 5, exhale 15.

Eventually, his heart stopped racing, and he pushed himself to sit up, glancing over at the other side of the bed, smiling to himself seeing his husband, Jean, still asleep.

At least one of them was sleeping easy. Tonight at least.

Fuck. It was almost 10 years since the rumbling, and Reiner still had terrible nightmares. Both about the rumbling and before. Jean did, too, but not nearly as often. Especially these days.

Reiner ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair (he really should cut it). He carefully got out of bed, being sure not to jostle Jean too much.

He rubbed his eyes and walked down the familiar hallway of the house he and Jean had built (litterally). He went into the kitchen and got out a cup. He put some water in the kettle to boil and searched the cabinets for the "sleepy" tea. It was a blend sold at Levi's teashop that Jean had designed. It was a blend of lavender, Hibiscus, Rose Petal, and Chamomile. Reiner hoped it would get him sleepy again, or at least relaxed.

Until recently, Reiner would maybe smoke a joint or two to calm down, but had been trying to steer away from that when they adopted their daughter, Aurora, 3 years ago. And even more so now since they had talked about potentially adopting another.

Adoption hadn't been on their plans originally, Reiner hadn't been entirely sure he was cut out, or deserved, to be a father (or that the kids would even like him, especially if/when they found out what he used to be.) But Historia had written them, saying there were a number of kids on Paradis left orphaned, both by the rumbling and now the Jeagurist uprising. They hadn't cared about ages of course, but Aurora had been given to them when she was practically a newborn.

Jean had taken to parenthood easily enough. Of course, unlike Reiner, he had come from a mostly-functional home with a mom who loved him (perhaps a little too much at times). Reiner's mom had certainly...been around, and that was all the credit he was willing to give her.

The scream of the kettle cut his thoughts off. He got it off the burner and poured it into the cup and put the tea bag into the cup and bounced it a few times, and left it to steep for a couple minutes.

His mind wandered back to the nightmare. It had been a memory, but the worst part is that it was one Reiner couldn't place. It was just a time he had killed, and sadly that didn't narrow it down much.

He closed his eyes and willed the thought away before he spiraled into a panic attack and woke up Jean. He took the teacup into his hands and let the warmth seep through his hands before taking a slow sip.

He took another series of breaths between sips.

Eventually, he felt the tea work its magic and his nerves relaxed. He rinsed the cup and put it back. He felt arms wrap around him.

"Nightmare?" Jean's voice, raspy and slightly slurred, said softly, kissing the area where Reiner's neck and shoulder met.

"Yeah..." Reiner said softly, relaxing in the embrace. He loved Jean's voice after he just woke up...

"Been a while since you've had one," Jean said softly, his head resting on his shoulder.

Reiner just nodded and chuckled as Jean pressed slow, lazy kisses along his shoulder, neck, and jaw.

"Care to talk about it?" Jean asked.

"No..." Reiner sighed.

"Okay." Jean said softly. "Come back to bed when you're ready..."

"I will." Reiner said, tempted to tease Jean but ultimately chose not to. He leaned down and kissed Jean briefly before the other went back to their room.

Reiner sighed and quietly mourned the loss of Jean's warmth.

He began to track back to his room but paused, stopping at another door instead. He cracked it open quietly and peeked inside, a small smile crossing his face.

He carefully walked in, dodging the chaotic toys on the floor (a chore for tomorrow, he noted). He made his way to the little bed that had a little head poking out.

He sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted the blanket, white with bright polka-dots, up to Aurora's chin and re-tucked her in. He smiled at the stuffed bear (gifted by Connie for her 2md birthday) she held loosely in her arm. He brushed some hair from her face, making the girl squirm.

"Daddy...?" Aurora asked in a soft voice.

"Shh. Go back to sleep, baby, " Reiner whispered softly.

Aurora looked at him with gentle brown eyes.

"Daddy was just checking on you. It's okay." Reiner said softly again. He studied her, seeing her blonde hair was turning more brown as she got older.

She nodded and squirmed, burying her face back into her pillow. "Night night Daddy..."

Reiner smiled softly and kissed her temple, getting back out of her bed, slightly awkwardly since it was a weird angle for the tall man.

He walked to her door and turned back to her. "Night, Baby girl. Love you" He said softly and closed the door behind him.

"Love you more..." He heard her little voice say, and Reiner just smiled again.

He walked to his and Jean's room and got back into bed. He wrapped an arm around Jean and pulled him closer, his thumb running long the side of Jean's arm.

He nuzzled closer and breathed in Jean's comforting scent, a mixture of Pine, cologne, Tea and a faint bit of cleaning chemcials (the last two courtesy of Levi and Jean working at his tea shop).

He kissed his cheek and adjusted his hold as he settled back into bed.

While the nightmares would never truly go away...he hoped that moments like these didn't either.

#ReiJean #Reiner x Jean #Reiner Braun #jean kirstein #Jean #Reiner #Armored Titan #Attack on Titan #Ficlit #Domestic fluff #Post-war

[foolondahill17]

Sam lunges, baseball bat raised, prepared to brain the silhouette of the intruder. The shadow jolts backward, raising both hands.

"Whoa - whoa! Easy, tiger!"

Sam stumbles at the voice and narrowly avoids slamming his baseball bat into his brother's skull.

"Dean?" He asks in a voice dangerously near a yelp.

"Yeah - get that thing out of my face." Dean's teeth flash in the stripe of light filtered through the blinds from the streetlamps. "Not interested in getting grand slam dunked, dude."

Sam drops the baseball bat to his side. The kitchen light flares on, and both Dean and Sam frantically blink to adjust to the change. Behind him, Jess barks, "What the hell is going on?"

Panic surges inside Sam's body. Dean and Jess in the same room. This is bad. This is very, very bad.

"Oh - hiya, sweetheart," Dean recovers first. He claps Sam on the shoulder, and Sam feels his touch like an electric shock. It's been nearly four years since he's touched his brother. Nearly three since he's heard his voice. "Wanted to drop by, see how the little bro was holding up. You're graduating this week, right? Well, consider this your present."

Dean spreads his arms, and he grins, but it occurs to Sam that Dean doesn't look very good. He's thin in a way that looks deflated, like he's lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time. There are dark circles like bruises around his eyes and about a week's worth of whiskers on his jaw.

"You broke into our apartment?" Jess snaps. Sam knows he should back her up, but his tongue is swollen in the back of his throat.

"Eh, didn't wanna wake you up by buzzing in."

"That's kind of you," Jess says coolly.

"You know me - always thinking about others," Dean quips. "Hey - and there's someone I want you to meet." He cranes his neck so he's looking below the kitchen island, where Sam's view is blocked by the cabinets. "Hey, Benj? You can come out now, honey."

Shuffling, and then a little boy pops his head around the island's edge. Jess audibly gasps. Sam's jaw hangs open.

The little boy scrambles to his feet and runs behind Dean's leg, small fists clutching at his jeans, burying his face in Dean's thigh. Sam doesn't know shit about kids, but he looks about five or six.

Dean pats the little boy's head, stroking his dark hair. "That was really good," he tells the kid. "You hid just like I told you. You wanna meet your Uncle Sammy and, ah," he looks at Jess. His eyes linger on her chest, and, insanely, Sam experiences a brief rush of relief: at least that's something familiar in a sea of bizzarro surprises. "Your Aunt Smurfs?"

"Jess," Jess breathes, all the heat leeched out of her.

"Sam - ah, Jess," Dean pats the little boy's head and grins. "This is Ben."

There's no more of this AU. I fucking refuse to start another wip. Even though I already have this idea completely plotted in my head. Hit me with Sam's baseball bat if I put anything else down on paper.

#supernatural pilot #supernatural fanfiction #ficlit #fic excerpt #ben braeden #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural au

[minnesota-fats]

Watchtower Tech. Danny

Part 2

Part 1

Dick was excited when Bruce asked if he wanted to go back to the watchtower today after school. Of course he said yes, it was so fun the first time he went last week. But unlike last time, the novelty of being up in space wore off quicker than the first time. Because this time, Bruce had to attend a meeting. Dick sat in his own chair—kicking his dangling feet next to Bruce as he talked about some boring thing or another. Dick looked out the window and watched the stars outside, it was those stars that reminded Dick of Danny—the fellow Gothamite who worked below the lower levels of the watchtower. So when a break was finally called, Dick went up to Bruce and tugged on his cape.

“Hey, B,” Dick asked, looking up at the man.

“Yes, Chum,” Bruce grumbled out as he looked over his notes with a furrowed brow.

“Can I go hang out with my bird buddy down stairs?” Dick asked. Bruce looked at him, trying to recall what the words meant which made Dick sigh, “you know, Danny, the guy I met last time.”

“Hmm.” Bruce said, thinking. Dick has only just started to figure out Bruce speak, but he knew that particular ‘Hmm,” in that tone ment Bruce was weighing his options. After a few more seconds Bruce sighed, “go ahead.” He says in his gruff voice.

“Yes!” Dick exclaimed.

But before he could run off Bruce said, “as long as you are not distracting him from his work. If he is too busy, come right back.” Bruce demands.

Dick let out a groan, “fiiiiiine!” He moans before running over to the elevators and pressing the button to go to the lower floors.

The elevator doors opened to what looked like the hustle and bustle of a wearhouse mixed with an auto body shop. Several employees littered the floor, Some at computer stations, others at work tables while some just sat and ate in the corner laughing with others who were on their breaks. Also unlike last time—now having permission to be there—Dick scampered across the floor looking for the familiar black hair of one Danny Nightingale. After surveying the area with no idea where the older man was, Dick decided to go up to a group of workers near the back corner.

“Excuse me?” Dick says through the crushindo of laughter from the men on their break. They don't really seem to notice him, Dick pouted and jumped up onto the table to make himself seen. “Excuse me!” He shouts.

The group pauses and looks up at him with confusion written all over their faces. Dick smiled, “hi, i'm looking for Danny Nightingale. Do you know where he is?” He asked politely.

Several of the workers looked at eachother, some shrugged and laughed. One of the men spoke up, “where did you come from kid?”

Dick tilted his head to the side, “from upstairs?” Dick said like it was obvious. A few workers gave him a look that he couldn’t really decipher.

“And why are you looking for Nightingale?” The man asked with a cocked brow.

“Cuz we’re bird buddies!” Dick exclaimed enthusiastically with a big goofy smile. The men surrounding the table found the statement funny and started laughing, causing Dick to pout. “Can you just tell me where he is,” Dick demands, now getting annoyed.

Another man let out a snort, “sure kid,” he pointed over to a man who was crouched with his back facing the group, with his upper half obscured by the machine. “He’s over there doing something he’s probably not supposed to.”

Dick lifted a brow, “what do you mean, not supposed to?”

“Look kiddo, that kid’s crazy, but clever.” An older man spoke up, “The tech head, Dale, has him on cleanup detail but the kid keeps sticking his nose into things he's not supposed to. Managed to catch a meltdown before it could happen and Dale was furious. He's too scared to bring it up with the higher ups.” The old man smirked, “guy has it out for Nightingale but doesn't want to risk losing his job for letting the rookie fix something while also not wanting to give Danny the credit.”

Dick let out a hum in thought, thinking that there may be a case of abuse of power here. “How come?” He asked the man.

The man smirks, “the kid’s good, knows it too. It pisses Dale off!” He said with a laugh before going back to his chat with the others around him—unaware of the seed he planted in Dick’s mind.

Dick furrowed his brow, he may have to look into this further; maybe if B see’s he solved a case all by himself maybe he could stay out later on patrol! Dick smiled and waved goodbye to the men, despite them no longer paying him any mind, “thank you!” He shouts before running off towards danny.

He walked closer to the man who was half in the machine; a faint humming came from the man as he worked. Dick smirked, he snuck up behind the man, “hey, Bird Buddy!” He shouts, causing the man to jump and hit his head on the roof of the machine. Danny winced and sat back up, rubbing the spot he hit his head. He looks back with furrowed brows, though his expression changed when he saw Dick smiling up at him.

“Oh, hey Birdy, good to see you again.” Danny says with a smile.

“You too, Big Bird.” Dick said, beaming at his own nickname he made for Danny.

“Ha. Good one, kiddo," Danny paused, “actually aren't robins bigger than nightingales?” He asked, putting his hand onto his chin.

Robin mimicked him, “I don't know…. But it makes sense cuz you're bigger than me!” Dick says, explaining his reasoning.

Danny smirks, “got me there, Birdy. You wander off without Batman knowing again?” Danny asked as he grabbed a rag from his belt and began wiping grease off his hands.

“Nope!” Robin exclaims, “B and the others were having a meeting so before it reconvened, I asked if I could come see you. Batman said that I could as long as I wasn't bothering you.”

Danny smiled, “aww, you could never bother me.” He cood.

“So what are you doing?” Robin asked, head tilting to the side as he leaned trying to peek around danny.

“One of the zeta tubes is on the fritz so I thought I would take a look at it.”

“Do you know what's wrong?” Dick asked as he peeked into the open mouth of the machine.

Danny shrugged, “No, technically I'm not supposed to be working on it.” He explained.

“Then why are you working on it?” Dick asked with a raised brow.

“Because I may have a bird name but I'm not a chicken.” He says with a smirk at his own joke. Dick let out a cackle, “the guy who was working on it went on break and left all his tools out. So I took that as an invitation to finish what he started.”

“Won't you get in trouble?” Dick asked, looking around.

“People tend to ignore me here.” Danny says as he turns to look back into the zeta tube control panel that he was tinkering with.

“Why?” Dick asked, he already started making a mental catalog of everything he has heard so far like how Bruce taught him.

“Well, most people applied to this job directly to the Justice League, it's a very sought after job that takes endless amounts of screening to get. Only one in three people get hired. I, however, was scouted out directly from the dark knight himself.” Danny explained, “people think I didn't earn the job like they did.”

“Really?” Dick asked, “but if B went to you directly, that must mean you're good!” He exclaimed.

“Aww, thanks, Birdy,” Danny cood with a smile as he looked back over his shoulder, “I just have had lots of experience since I was a kid.”

“Your parents let you do that?” Dick asked before remembering what Danny said about his parents last time, “sorry….”

Danny paused and looked at Dick with confusion written all over his face before realization dawned on his face, “oh, don't be sorry kiddo, I got over them a long time ago.”

“But—don't you miss them?”

Danny sighed, turning back away from the zeta tube control panel to face Dick fully, “of course I do, they were my parents…. But they made it clear what their decision was…," Danny says looking down slightly. He sighed again, “it was so long ago that it doesn't matter anymore, I still have my big sister at least, and my two best friends. They helped me a lot and are the reason I came so far!” Danny paused, “and that's what really matters, the people who are there for you. Family doesn't always mean blood. Does that make sense?” Danny asked with a tilt of his head.

Dick thought about it, sure, his parents will always be his parents. But they were not his only family. All of Haly's circus was his family, from Zitka the elephant to Waldo the clown to even Mr.Haly himself! They were his family, but that wasn't all. His mind started to fit Bruce and Alfred into his idea of family. Dick smiled up at Danny, “yeah, that makes sense.”

Danny turned away from him, “good,” he says as he grabs a tool from the bag, going back into the mess of wires. “How was your day today, Robin?” He asked.

Dick smiled, “it was good, school was boring though,” He said with a groan as he threw his head back, “English is hard!”

Danny laughed, “I'm right there with ya, bud,” Danny exclames without turning away from what he was working on. “English was never my strongest subject either, but my favorite teacher I ever had was my high school English teacher.”

Dick lifted a brow, “really?” He asked incredulously, thinking about his own English teacher—who wore the same boring suit every day and would always stop Dick in the hall because he was “out of dress code” because of something he added to the uniform to make it look nicer.

Dick could hear the laughter in Danny's tone, “yeah, surprised me too when I realized it. His name was Mr.Lancer, he believed in me when no one else did. AND he cursed in book titles!” Danny exclaimed.

Dick laughed, “really, how?” He asked.

Danny sat back up and put his hands on his hips and exclaimed in a mocking voice, “Lord of the Flies! Mr.f—Nightingale, what are you doing!”

Dick laughed harder before falling onto his back and kicking his feet up in the air. Danny looked over his shoulder and smiled before going back to his work. The two continued to chat as Danny worked, dick talking about how boring his teacher is compared to the stories Danny had of Mr.Lancer. After thirty minutes or so, the familiar yellow light of the zeta-beam began to glow on the control panel.

Danny sat back and laughed, “Ha. Got it!” He exclaimed, proud he managed to figure out the tech.

“Awsome!” Dick exclaimed, jumping up and stretching his legs.

Danny followed suit and stood up, his joints popping in protest as he stretched. Danny looked down at dick and smiled, “cmon, kiddo, let's get out of here before the first guy shows back up!” Danny declares as he puts everything back the way he found it.

Dick laughed and followed Danny like a duckling as the man went and moved on to his next task for the day.

@cannibalisticphantom @stealingyourbones @akikkobara @spookytragedyshark @jaguarthecat @vythika96 @fae-of-the-wild @spikedlynx @cicibunbuns @redhoneysugarorange @nottmuchtopost @rosecinnamonbun

#watchtower worker!danny #watchtower tech!Danny #danny fenton #cute #fun #dpxdc #dcxdp #ficlit #danny nightingale #fenton nightingale #robin!dick #dick Grayson #bruce wayne #justice league #uwu #fluff #:3 #part 2 is here!

[spotsandsocks]

@elvensorceress Hi Jen, Happy birthday my lovely. I hope the day is fun and kind to you, bringing many good things your way.

I’ve just scribbled down a little offering to lay at your feet as a gift, inspired by your wonderful talent and gifts to the world of Demi!eddie fics. I’ll tidy it up and send to ao3 too as a gift to you but for now please forgive any typos or errors. Hope you enjoy this mini ficlit. You’re so inspirational I even have a title without having to think about it so please enjoy 683 words of 💕🌸An Unexpected Love🌸💕

There he goes again, walking past with a smile and for fuck’s sake this time a wink.

It’s really not fair. He shouldn't have to suffer like this. Except Eddie knows life isn’t really meant to be fair. If it was he wouldn’t be having a prolonged existential crisis about his best friend.

And if life was fair it wouldn’t be getting worse.

He’s never been one to lose his head over a pretty face, male or female. He’s never understood that instant burst of attraction or the sudden desire that seems to take over some people. Sure some people look nice enough, pretty eyes, kind smile, technically attractive in all the right ways that people tend to agree on the concept.

Buck looked absolutely normal the first time he met him. Nothing special, just a guy, a stroppy frat boy type guy actually, then he became a nice guy, pleasant looking, a good partner and then he became a fucking miracle, something he never thought he’d have in his life. A friend, a partner, someone to have his back and he looked like every desire Eddie didn’t know he had.

It took years but one day he’d looked and he’d realised that Buck was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he keeps getting more attractive too, year after year the more special he becomes the more attractive he gets.

Right now, he’s fucking gorgeous and Eddie wants him in a way he’s really not used to. He remembers feeling like this with Shannon at the start but it didn’t last as long, all their problems washed the feelings away.

He’s wanted Buck for so long now and it shows no signs of stopping. Sometimes he thinks he’s used to it. Sometimes. Except he forgets; when he’s away from Buck for a little while he forgets how much he likes his face and so when he sees him again he has to go through this whole fluttery business of taking in his face remembering all over again, how much he loves him, wants him, feel his heart skip and his stomach flip. It’s really quite unfair, he’s far too old and sensible for this kind of thing.

Buck’s on the other side of the room right now looking fucking edible and smiling at him with a look in his eye that been getting more obvious.

Eddie stares back, god he’s staring right back and he can’t hide it anymore. He doesn’t even want to.

Buck cocks his head, holding his eyes and his smile twists, and then he chuckles softly and he blushes!

God Damn it he’s blushing and that is too much. One man can’t be allowed to be that pretty and not get kissed.

Buck looks like he wants to get kissed. Like he wants to get kissed by Eddie.

Eddie stomach flips on a cocktail of desire and hope and love. Shit he’s far too old for this nonsense. Buck’s looking at him like he’s waiting, has been waiting for something forever.

So Eddie’s feet decide enough is enough and that he’s far too old to wait any longer either. He crosses the room towards an unexpected love that came into his life and stayed and now he gets to have and keep it forever.

It’s hard to believe he got so lucky but he did because Buck is moving too. His friend, his love, knows him so well that he sees the decision on his face and just like he always has Buck knows just what he needs and meets him halfway.

They reach each other in the middle of the room and his beloved idiot smiles with his lip caught between his teeth and says hi.

Eddie’s never wanted anything more and he can have it.

He reaches out and pulls Buck close with a sigh of relief and Buck leans into the kiss with very satisfying enthusiasm and just like the first day he looked at his best friend and realised he was unexpectedly in love with him the world changes and becomes a little bit better

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #happy birthday fic #911 fic #911fic #ficlit #jenwyn birthday fic #911 abc

[average-bb-poke-whisperer]

🫣: Tell me about a time when your OC has been truly terrified/horrified by something.

He stood before the monument, anger coiling inside him as he stared at the mocking statues. Oh how badly he wants to destroy them, but knows it would only make things worse. His breath comes out uneasy, mask in hand, footsteps getting louder...

He shouldnt have done this.

He panicked and had stolen his mask from Juliana and ran off to the plaza of all places, he didn't even know WHY he stole it, she would've given it back to him...well his Pokemon half but still! She was going to return it! But panic and fear got the better of him and it was too late, he sealed his fate with the mask in his hand.

"Kieran!" He could hear his sister's voice shouting at him long before the footsteps. He tried to focus on his breathing, to ease the thumping in his chest and the several set of eyes that bore down on him.

He went to turn to face her, expecting her to have just gotten pass the gate...

Nope

She was coming right for him.

Anger in her eyes

He messed up.

Juliana looking confused and scared behind her, calling out for her to stop.

Kieran couldnt do anything as his jacket was suddenly grabbed by Carmine and lifted up, forced to stand on the tips of his feet.

"What the hell were you thinking Kieran!" Her voice bellows in his ears, making them ring.

"I-I was"

"You were WHAT huh? What could have been so important you stole Ogerpon's mask like that."

Before he could get a word in she let go. His balance was lost and he stumbled back into the moument.

A horrible feeling hit his back. What was suppose to just be stone felt like he got hit with Poison Jab. A shout of pain ripped out of him as he crumbled to the floor in a wheezing pain. He could hear Carmine's voice change from anger to panic.

"K-Kiki?"

A pained groan slipped out of him as he felt his bandana shift off his head. something felt wrong.

A shaky hand reached up and confirmed his fears, his horns were out and visible, Carmine starring down at him in mute horror and shock.

"C-Carmine I-" He was cut off by a chilling presence of dread. He whipped around to find the monument shaking, a malicious purple glow forming around the statues. A pathetic squeak left him as he scrambled to his feet, running past Carmine and Juliana, ignoring their cries.

He had to run, had to escape, he couldn't let them find him, no doubt they'd make him hurt like he made them all those years ago. His chest beat rapidly as he escaped down the pathway, trying to desperately outrun the dread coming back to life.

Dread sank its cold claws into his stomach, he couldn't run back home, those monsters would kill his grandpa. Tears stung his eyes as he ran past the village and up the well trodden path. his form shifting more and more with every step.

He ran to the only place he felt safe.

His eyes fell onto the den not before too long. He just had to get in and seal off the entrance before they reached him. He just had a few more feet to go

*snatch*

#ask game #ficlit #//the whole loyal 3 thing was terrifying for him

[popcorn-plots]

"Master Wong is cheating on you."

Stephen looked up to see America staring at him with wide eyes. Stephen blinked. "What?"

"Master Wong... he's cheating on you."

"And... how did you... come up with that?" Stephen asked, pressing his bookmark into the pages. He closed the book and set it down as America swallowed.

"I saw him and Master Stark kissing. Yesterday. And two days ago, you were kissing Master Wong." America whispered.

It took Stephen a second to realize what was happening. America nearly jumped out of her skin when Stephen burst out laughing.

"Cheating? Nah." Stephen finally choked out. America's eyebrows furrowed as Stephen wiped away a tear.

"Then what..."

"Alright, America. Me and Master Wong are married, yes?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Well... I am also engaged to Master Stark."

"Huh?" America tilted her head. "How does that work?"

Stephen chuckled. "Well. I love Wong. I also love Tony. I love both of them, so I decided to marry both of them."

"Then why did Master Wong kiss Master Stark?"

"Because Master Wong and Master Stark love each other. And they both love me. Does that make sense?"

America frowned. "I... guess so. But isn't that cheating?"

Stephen hummed. "No. Not in this case. You see, cheating is what happens when someone... breaks the rules. If I was only married to Master Wong and then I kissed Master Stark without telling Master Wong, then I would be cheating." America still looked kind of confused. "Its like... playing a game and not following the rules."

America nodded. "Then... Master Wong knows you kiss Master Stark?"

"Yes. Me, Wong, and Master Stark have a polyamourous relationships. It's when someone has more than one romantic partner at the same time, but everyone knows about it and agrees."

"So... you and Master Wong and Master Stark..."

"Agreed on the rules before we started playing a game. So everyone knows what's going on." Stephen explained.

America folded her arms. "That makes sense."

"Good. Do you have any more questions?"

"I.. I don't think so."

Stephen smiled and picked up his book. "Good. If you do have any questions, you can always ask me."

"Okay. Thank you, Master Strange!"

"Of course. Goodbye, America." Stephen smiled, waving back as America giddily ran out of his office.

#idk how to end it #basically #it's an au where America is this little like. 6 year old (SHE'S SO CUTE) #and Tony is a Master at Kamar-Taj #and in a poly relationship with Stephen and Wong #polyamory #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #wong #wongstrange #wong x strange #tony stark #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark x Wong #tony stark x Wong x Stephen strange #ironstrange #i love my old gay men #gay #america chavez #fluff #sickening fluff #explanations #calmly explaining LGBTQ+ concepts to a smol child #this is how it should be handled #mentions of cheating but not really #drabble of sorts #ficlit #I'm not poly but my partner is #representation #healthy relationships

[c-rose2081]

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Rockfall (Toro & Chatelaine)

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Toro dug. He dug until his fingernails chipped and bled the color of roses. He shifted mounds of dirt and rocks until his knees ached with the effort, and the place between his shoulder-blades seared. Where everyone else had stopped, given up or forced to rest, Toro refused to relent. Because, as the son of a general, he knew time was not something they had. The rockfall was immense, jagged and dusty and trailing the length of the quarry. It felt impossible, trying to find a singular body in the chaos. But Toro didn’t give up. He continued to dig and dig and dig until his palms split and his eyes boiled over with hot tears. She couldn’t be gone. She had to be here somewhere. Toro Valistar was blind, perhaps bewitched even, refusing to stop when he knew it was all for naught.

Except it wasn’t. For his efforts and dedication, the universe rewarded him. With another shift of pebbly debris, his eyes found something unnaturally blue. A lone piece of sapphire fabric, sitting twisted in a debris pile. His heart leapt. Struggling towards it, he began his efforts anew, clawing his way down, down, down until a small pocket of air collapsed in on itself. A pale hand appeared as though reaching for him.

“Chatelaine!” His voice echoed like a whip crack in the quarry. Heads turned and people gathered. Yet no one else existed as Toro grabbed onto the girl he loved, heaving her from where she had nearly been crushed. Something, fate or otherwise, had saved her. But she wasn’t unscathed. Toro shuttered a breath, pulling her into his lap and cradling her tenderly. It was unnerving, seeing her so disheveled. Lainey was put together; elegant and formidable and beautiful in every sense. But now, in the dust and stone, she was entirely broken. Blood seeped from a painful wound at her hairline and dribbled out her nose, perhaps from being struck by a falling rock. Her cape was missing, torn away in the collapse. Her undershirt was shredded, revealing long bleeding scratches up and down the length of her ribs and back. Toro leaned in to listen for her heartbeat, the sound sluggish and ragged.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasped, using a thumb to smear dirt from Chatelaine’s cheeks and around her eyes. Eyes that remained shut, despite his desperate need to see those tricky, thundercloud irises again. “Chatelaine I’m so sorry.”

He’d promised to be there for her. He’d promised to protect her. Now she was dying in his arms, perhaps not even knowing how desperately he wanted her to love him back. “I love you, Lainey,” he whispered, pushing matted strands of pomegranate pink hair back behind her ears, water cutting through the dust on his own cheeks as he rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve failed you.”

#tw blood #tw injury #digital art #concept art #character art #original story #original character #illustration #character design #art #ficlit #hurt/comfort #angst #my writing