#finally finished the last half of i may destroy you

[thewulf]

Only You || Legolas

Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k +

TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.

Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.

It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.

Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.

As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.

When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”

He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.

“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.

Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.

“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.

Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”

Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.

When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?

“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”

Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.

But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”

Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.

He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.

For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.

“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.

You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”

But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”

“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.

“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?

Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.

But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.

The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.

“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.

“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.

You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”

He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”

You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.

This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”

That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.

You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”

“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”

You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”

But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”

“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.

He bowed his head, “My lady.”

Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.

“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.

He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.

“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.

When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”

It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.

He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.

“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.

That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”

He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times

Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.

He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”

Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”

He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”

That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”

Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.

His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”

“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.

He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”

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[dreadsuitsamus]

May I request sfw prompt #39 and nsfw prompt #53 for Gohan where he falls in love with the reader after they have a one night stand but she's initially cold to him because she had been hurt in the past?

#39- "why are you scared of loving?"

#53- "you're more than just a one night stand"

author's note: this has been in my inbox since january of 2023 💀 but i have finally found my inspiration to get it done! there's no explicit smut but there are some nsfw mentions. this is also written as a prequel to my story protect!

pairing: gohan x fem!reader

warnings: talks of a past abusive relationship, mentions of reader's ptsd, nsfw mentions

A sigh quells the silence in your room as you dress after a shower. While not at the lowest point in your life, you're still not far from rock bottom. Living with your mother again, only a year and a half removed from that day your ex beat you to a pulp and left with all your money and all of the problems of his absence are still keeping you from flourishing. Ruined credit score from a broken apartment lease, incalculable debt from the hospital bills that your insurance refused to cover, and frequent nightmares of him coming back to finish destroying you into nothing give you constant anxiety and each day is a new struggle.

Safe to say, you haven't really been okay.

You glance at your phone with shame, nervous for when the inevitable text comes from a man that's far too sweet and far too good for you to deserve you skipping out on him in the middle of the night following the mistake of a one night stand. You met Gohan through a friend, and he offered to guide you through ridding yourself of the medical debts and this is what you've done to repay him. Hook up with him and then run for the hills the second he was asleep.

You close your eyes to calm yourself, centering again before the bad feelings of anxiety and depression can come creeping up your spine. Gohan knows about your past, and he's a grown man. Surely one as attractive as him has a few notches on his bedpost and would understand your absence.

But the way he looked at you last night, like you were heaven-sent and perfect has you doubting such an idea. Son Gohan could be a man like that if he wanted, but your heart and your mind alike know that's not who he is. He's a pure, old fashioned good boy. He wouldn't have slept with you if he didn't romantically like you to some extent…

And you certainly wouldn't have slept with him if you didn't want to reciprocate so badly it makes your chest ache with all of the want you harbor. To have a man love you, truly, and treat you as you deserve has been on your mind for years, well before your former boyfriend finally left you. But you had that kind of hope in Tyler, at first. He was kind, he was sweet and attentive… Though it only took moving in together for his true colors to show. Lying, cheating, stealing—  That's who your ex was after all.

Your heart can't take that chance again.

You hang your towel on the back of your door, gazing at nothing in particular as you settle onto your bed. For the last few years it's as if you've had so much to plague your mind that you can't think of a single thing. It's strange to feel so empty, just entirely devoid of direction or purpose. You've got yet another set of paperwork to fill out for your medical debt, and then a few job applications as well that hopefully will last longer than a handful of months— all of these places only hiring you on as a temp is a god awful look on your résumé.

Your old laptop awaits, but you can do little more than flop back against your pillows and close your eyes. The war in your mind is something you're used to, but the usual stress on your body is gone.

You bite down on your lip as you remember the way Gohan touched you. The way he lit you up with his lips on yours, how gentle he was with your body and feelings, offering to stop or slow down— even when you were on the cusp of orgasm! He's a perfect sexual partner, and if it wasn't for how damn sweet he is you may have even thought to make it a routine thing.

You drift off to a blissful sleep that's heavy enough for you to miss that dreaded text.

I hope you made it home safely.

Gohan absentmindedly worries his lip between his perfect teeth, typing in a frenzy as he shoots back an email to the hospital that wracked you up with an inhumane amount of debt. He's got plenty to get done today, mostly for his actual job, but he just won't allow himself a moment to make any progress until these firmly-worded emails get the message across: you will not be paying them hundreds of thousands of dollars for fighting for your life!!

The huff he lets out after sending his email doesn't ease the anxiety that's been bubbling in his chest all morning. When you came over last night to work on a résumé, Gohan had absolutely no intention of sleeping with you. You're a woman in a bind and he's here to help, that's all! Disgust crawls over his skin anyway, shame buzzing his insides as he remembers everything that led to your passionate hookup.

You smelled so nice and looked just so damn pretty… He just wanted to sit a little bit closer, that's all. But then you looked up at him (and he'll die on the hill that you batted your lashes at him!) and he was nothing but a fool for you then. He doesn't know who leaned in first or who started what, but he certainly only had the mind to end it after it was too late to stop and he was balls deep.

A shudder wracks Gohan's body as he remembers the feeling of slipping inside of you. Even with a condom on, he could feel the heat and the wetness of your silky walls as they gripped his lonely shaft and sucked him in for as many inches as he had to give. And thank goodness he even had a condom on hand, all thanks to the people fundraising outside of the grocery store that included them in their donation goodie bag!

You were so sweet beneath him, so pliable and warm and perfect. He feels his cock stir in his pants, jumpy at the memory and unfortunately eager to experience such a lovely time again. Alas, you've been through quite a lot, and he shouldn't get his hopes up for anything like that.

You walking out on him last night already dashed his hopes anyway.

It wasn't exactly surprising to wake up alone, though it did sting all the same. You're just so amazing and kind and beautiful… Gohan would have to be a real piece of work not to see how special you are. Only a waste of space like your ex could be blind to everything that you are.

Gohan checks his phone for what feels like the thousandth time, no text message back from you. He's starting to worry now, which isn't good for his nails that he habitually bites when stressed. It'd probably do him well to go for a training session, but he also feels so frazzled as his blood races through his veins that training may not yield any productive results.

He pulls his glasses off and runs his large hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes until he starts seeing stars. Blinking until the room clears, Gohan glances at his phone once again before standing with an indignant huff.

He's fine, all of this is fine. And fretting over nonsense won't make you text him back any faster. You need your space, and he's going to give it to you. No fussing required.

He does go make use of Vegeta's gravity room, though when the Saiyan himself shows up and he's left in the face of a full-blooded, battle-hungry Saiyan, he can't help but think that perhaps he should've stayed home.

At least he's not stuck with Vegeta in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber like Trunks was.

Gohan's text message remains unanswered, haunting you as you cook yourself dinner. You'll have to face him eventually, and soon, but what do you say? 'Thanks for the sex, it was great!'? No! Do you ignore it??

Do you have a choice?

Hooking up again isn't an option. Pursuing something more with him, something romantic and fulfilling, definitely isn't either. He's been a wonderful help to you and for absolutely nothing at all in return; you don't have any extra money to pay him anyway. The kindness of Gohan's heart isn't even something you can repay, not after what you've done to him. A sour feeling crosses your mouth, your appetite fading as your mind races.

He's a good man. Too good for where you're at in life, and there's always some kind of catch with nice guys. It's too risky, all of it. Will he demand more sex for more of his help, now that he's already gotten it once? You need his assistance to whittle down the medical bills— his stubborn insistence with insurance and the hospital itself is astounding, and runs deeper than anyone else you know. Left to your own devices, you'd have given up a long time ago.

He's not like that. The reminder scolds your terrible line of thinking. Gohan would never leverage your quality of life at all, let alone with the ultimatum of sex. He's not your ex, he's not a bad person in the slightest.

But you didn't know your ex was your ex at first either.

Your plate of eggs and toast nearly run cold by the time you've found it in you to send a response. Typing and erasing it several times over, you finally end up with a passable response message over twelve hours since his text to you in the first place.

I'm alright, thank you. Would you mind sending the copy of my résumé? I forgot to download it onto my laptop.

You are such a dick.

But the job applications are just sitting pretty without it right now, and you can't afford not to include the carefully-crafted résumé Gohan spent so much time on. He made it for you, it's literally yours, and the shitty little paycheck you got just a few days ago is already about gone. You're cold, and it'll surely throw him for a loop at minimum, but it's the best way to protect yourself.

"Chase a check, never chase a bitch." You murmur the cold lyric to yourself and bite into your dinner, waiting for Gohan's timely response. He's a busy man with a career of his own, but he always messages you back in mere minutes. He's a great multitasker like that, and you certainly aspire to be as efficient as he is.

Though you begin to doubt things when hours pass and there's no response. Ice slowly frosts your veins with every further minute that Gohan doesn't respond with your résumé; surely there's a good reason? He wouldn't have thrown it out or be the type to withhold it— your friend would never associate themselves with Gohan if he was like that, much less connect the two of you if he were the sort of man to manipulate things in such a way.

But the cold, paranoid dread doesn't let up even in the morning. Your phone has no notifications at all, and you even check the chat to make sure the message is sent. It has, and he's seen it.

Anger bubbling beneath the surface of your chest is overshadowed by the trembling of your bottom lip. How foolish could you be?? If there was ever going to be a hookup, you could've at least waited for your shit to be in order! Now it's all lost and you're on your own again, left to navigate debt that's threatening to swallow you whole and job-hunt in a market that doesn't want you.

Your mother's gone for work already as you begin your routine; your scheduled shift at work is a short one and not for several more hours, but to sit around and do nothing in the meantime will only spell certain doom. If you're given too much time to think, lord only knows what sort of outburst or meltdown you'll have. You're fresh out of the shower and part way through brushing your teeth when the doorbell rings, confusion etched to your features. You're not expecting anyone, though perhaps your mother has a package that needs signing for? Dropping your head, you quickly spit and rinse with mouthwash before jogging to open the door.

On the other side stands a damp man with crooked glasses, a dazed look in his eye and all the anger in you fizzles out. He's here. And the look on your face must scare him with the way his lip nearly trembles when he speaks.

“I am— I— Sorry!” Gohan stumbles over his words and you sigh softly as the trickle of relief siphons through the rest of your body. Gesturing him further in, Gohan slips off his shoes and hands over a folder.

“I got busy with my uncle,” Busy being a bit of an understatement; the moment Vegeta caught Gohan with his phone as he was reading your message and forced him right back into the gravity room for another training binge. “And I went as fast as I could to get this to you. I am so sorry about this.”

Your eyes soften and you carefully wipe a few suds from his hair. “I appreciate it… But you could've finished your shower first.”

Gazing up as if he can see the soap in his hair, Gohan’s cheeks redden as he laughs nervously. “Uh… S-Sorry.”

Reluctantly dropping your hand once you've fixed his glasses, you open the folder to find a physical copy of your résumé alongside a flash drive that presumably has another copy downloaded onto it. “Thank you.”

Sticking his hands in his pockets, Gohan bites his lip. “Um… Can we talk for a second?”

“A-About what?”

Oh no.

“I… Think you have an idea.” Gohan says softly. He can't leave it behind or anything unsaid; one night stands aren't his thing. “Listen… What happened between us was…”

“Sex. It was just sex.” You murmur, setting the folder down on the coffee table. “People have sex all the time… It happens.”

Hurt penetrates Gohan's chest. He knew you were jaded, knows exactly why and he does understand… It doesn't mean it can't hurt him. He likes you, appreciates your mind and admires your strength in a way that may have a bit to do with his Saiyan heritage. “Sure… Other people do that. But I don't. And… And for me, I…”

Tears start to well in your eyes. This man, this wonderful, caring, smart and lovely man is about to cross that line, isn't he? The one that can't be crossed again, the one that's going to end this friendship on a burned bridge and broken hearts. “Gohan, don't—”

“You're more than just a one night stand.” He says it anyway, taking your hands and holding them so warmly, protectively and securely. “To me, you are… Inspiring, and beautiful, and… And someone I really, really like. And that night was so great, and I was on top of the world until I woke up and you were gone.”

“I'm sorry.” You whisper, screwing your eyes shut tightly and ducking your head. You just can't stop messing up, can you? “It's not you, Gohan. You're a great man and there's a woman out there that will make you happy and take care of you.”

“The woman I want is right in front of me.” His hand comes to rest on your cheek, brushing away the salty tears that fall when you meet his gaze.

“Gohan… You don't want this. Do you know why I left that night?”

Gohan’s other hand comes to the other side of your face, cradling you like the daintiest china. “You had your reasons.”

Your hands come to his wrists, not tugging his touch away as you feel his warmth bloom within you, lighting you up in unfamiliar but pleasant ways, encouraging the leap of faith that your hopeful heart cries out for. “Because I get nightmares. Nightmares so bad that my momma has to come and wake me up almost every night and hold me to stop the panic attacks. I'm broken in so many ways Gohan…” Your lip trembles, and Gohan gently swipes his thumb just below the curve of it, mesmerized by every inch of you.

“If you only knew just how much I understand being broken…” Gohan whispers, his “eventful” childhood flashing through his mind from his kidnapping and all the way to his father's most recent death. “Then you would understand me more than anyone, and I’d get to understand you.”

“You don't want this.” You whisper again, and Gohan leans in for the softest, warmest kiss to your forehead. It clears the rain, just a bit, and you lean into it.

“Why are you so scared of loving me?” Gohan murmurs against your skin. “You've never said you don't want it… Me. Just that I won't want you, like you're a used car or something.”

You come to hide your face in his chest and he wraps you up tightly, his strong body anchoring you from your fears. “I'm afraid to get hurt again. When you didn't answer my message, I thought the worst of you! That you were some asshole that was only gonna help me if I kept sleeping with you! All because you didn't text me back. That's just the tip of the iceberg, Gohan!”

“Honey…” Gohan whispers, swaying gently as he holds you, one arm wrapped tightly around your middle while his other hand rests at the back of your head. “You’d know my heart if you knew your place. So come find yourself… I'll wait for you.”

The fog breaks, and your smile is brighter than a thousand suns and Gohan has never seen anything more breathtaking.

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[robynlilyblack]

Chaotic raven

Fred Weasley x fem! Ravenclaw! reader

[Requested - see request here]

Summary: Y/n's clumsy nature leads her to catch a certain redheads attention

Warnings: y/n is the most chaotically loveable person, one wizard slur, first kiss, getting together

A/n: 2k words, so if anyone had ever seen those videos of that gal that does 'if she was at Hogwarts' and just causes chaos, this is how I think I’d be…like I shouldn’t be trusted with muggle things let alone a wand in which I could accidently kadvra someone with. Thanks for the request, enjoy x

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You fiddled with your fingers as you waited for class to start, Charms was your favourite subject but least favourite class to go to due to having destroyed everything in the class at least once. For example…or many examples…you set Rodger Davis on fire in first year after sneezing during the spell. You made Flitwick’s little stand grow all the way to the ceiling then tried to shrink it and may have shrunk him instead in second year. In third year, you managed to pull all of the bookcases down whilst using the Carpe Retractum spell on top of half of the class including yourself…and professor Snape whilst he was visiting the classroom. And finally, last year you may or may not have split Adrians Pusey’s clothes in half and left him in his boxers…although he did deserve that after saying ‘the mudbloods deserved to get petrified’ a few days prior

Flitwick despite the chaos did adore you, even if you were clumsy you were a really talented witch, knowing this he did feel a little apprehensive knowing you would now be sharing a class with the Gryffindor’s this year and in particular a certain set of twins

“Mr and Mr Weasley if you could split up please” he starts looking at the twins as they saunter in before glancing around the class room “Miss y/l/n would you mind taking a seat over there with…” he smiles apologetically at the twin

“Fred” the boy informs him with a look at says completely used to it and not at all mad

“…with Fred please” he finishes turning around and starting to write on the board behind him

You pack up your stuff, smiling sadly at your friend as you made your way over, passing by the younger twin who eyed you for a second before taking your old seat. To your delight you didn’t fall, trip or cause mayhem, which was good considering most people knew there was a comedically clumsy Ravenclaw in the class but had no idea which one it was…although they would find out soon enough

Fred looks over at you as you sit down happily, head bobbing slightly from side to side, completely content in your own little world, an act the boy found rather cute for a second before turning to the professor

Flitwick soon explains the lesson, demonstrating the silencing spell on a raven before turning back to the class “Now after all of the ravens escaped and ended up in Professor Snape’s classroom” he glances between the two redheads who smile proudly “We will be using bells, so please try to perform the spell and check it by ringing the bell” he finishes then points to the class “Softly”

Everyone starts practicing the spell, soft dings echoing around the classroom

“Silencio” you say quietly, making a y shape with your wand

You pick up the bell but it clanks as you do so you put it back down. Glancing at Fred he seems to have gotten it already, having fun with ringing the now muted bell which you had to admit was rather adorable. You then looked to your friend, elbow on your desk leaning your chin on the back of your hand which holds your wand. 

‘Can’t get it?’ she mouths to you and you shake your head ‘show me’ she motions

You do the movement you just did in front of you then return to your original potion

‘It’s not a y’ she copies your gestures ‘it’s like an inverted one’ she does the correct motion

Your eyes widen, realising as you watch Flitwick you copied him like a mirror, ‘like this?’ You ask doing the movement and whispering Silencio, and she nods

Of course, it was unfortunate that no light appears when the spell is done, so as you attempted the exercise again Fred soon realised he couldn’t make noise.

The novelty of the un-ringable bell wore off rather quickly and he noticed you, copying the charms movements at him before turning to try the charm again. Of course, as he went to ask if you needed help, he was surprised when nothing came out. He tried a couple times before he realised he was completely mute, he even tried to clap but again nothing, no sound what so ever. 

Most would have been mad, but Fred was well Fred and found the thing rather amusing, even more so as they whole thing slowly gets more chaotic

He taps your shoulder “Yeah?” you turn to him with a smile he can’t help but return

He admires you for a moment before doing anything, pretty, he notes before he claps

He watches for your reaction and his heart is a puddle on the floor as you copy him, clapping back cutely “I know I did it” you turn to the bell and shake it, so proud of yourself as you sit it back down

“Oh yeah super well” – he mouths completely mute and you tilt your head looking rather confused

Fred sighs, or makes the motion of sighing anyway before motioning 

“Me?” you answer and he nods before making the motion with his own wand “charmed?” he nods again “You?” he nods, gesturing for you to catch on

“Me charmed you?” you say confused before your eyes widen and Fred thinks you get it “I charmed you?” you say, smiling as he nods 

Fred looks puzzled at your happiness before the slow dawn of what he really meant spreads across your face. He can’t help but bite his lip at how cute you were, starting to wonder if you were the famously clumsy Ravenclaw he had heard tales about

“I charmed you…oh merlin” you cringe before you mouth drops open, not looking overly stunned at your actions but definitely guilty he was the poor victim “Are you okay?” you ask like he can answer you and his face is a picture “That was a stupid question” you say to yourself

Yes, but it was also rather sweet lovely, Fred notes in his head before his eyes widen as you go to grab your wand but knock over the spare bell on your table, sending it crashing to the floor

You bend down to pick it up as you hear Flitwick “Miss Y/l/n are you alright?” he asks

You nod still trying to awkwardly grab it while sitting instead of just standing up…because that would be admitting defeat, right? “Yeah…I’m fine” you say a little strained as you finally grasp the bell

“Next time Miss y/l/n perhaps knock over a bell that’s already charmed” he says light heartily

As you sit up Fred moves his hand quickly to the edge of the table just in case, which is good as you do collide gently with his hand “Thank you” you whisper to him and he pats your head where you were almost hurt before letting you return upright, pushing down a light blush that begins to creep up on his cheeks

You turn back to Flitwick trying to hold in your smile at Fred’s sweet gesture “Professor? While on the topic, how long does the charm last?” you ask and Fred lets out a literal silent laugh knowing what your doing

He pushes his lips together for a moment “Depends on the situation, what it’s used on and casters ability, could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours…there was a wizard, dead now of course, but he cast one which lasted a year” he says rather impressed at the fact, it was cute to see him nerd out over his own subject...well it would have been if you were terrified you had muted Fred for a year

“But say you wanted to reverse it, like you muted a bell so it wouldn’t raise alarm…not that you or I would use it to steal something…” you say closing your eyes for a second before continuing, missing Fred’s amused look as well as most of the class letting out giggles “Any who...” you chuckle nervously “...could you reverse it? Like is there a charm you can use and could you show us…in this general vicinity” you bite your lip as you finish, you should have felt embarrassed but after living as the clumsiest person alive you grew accustomed to these circumstances and began to just roll with the chaos

“Miss Y/l/n should I be concerned as to why you need this charm?” he eyes you, he knew you well enough to know what had happened considering the elder twin was sitting rather quiet and amused. Although if the man was being honest he was interested in knowing what your plan was

“No” you say way too quickly “I wouldn’t try to break in anywhere…maybe a bookshop” you joke before backtracking “Kidding…obviously” your eyes flick to your friend to see her and George hold back their laughter “I was just asking in case you did it to y-yourself” 

“Miss y/l/n please be quiet or it will be used on yourself” The man just smiles at you, while the class giggle

“Understood” you nod letting him and everyone turn back to their business before looking at Fred “Sorry” you apologise but he’s just smiling at you

Fred never believed in love at first sight but boy oh boy did he now, so much that even when he got his sound back around 10 minutes before the end of class he pretended not to so he could spend the next two hours with you in the library as you tried to figure out how to give him his voice back. He adored every second of you essentially talking to yourself, wondering how on earth he had missed out on your company all these years

“So I found this book” you walk over to the table reading as you do which is just a recipe for disaster “I think if we…wow” you trip over your own bag turning around as you get tangled in it before you fall onto Fred lap, thankfully missing the table on the way down

“You alright?” he asks a little worried hand moving to steady you but you are hardly phased by the fall

You sit up on his lap, setting on it smiling as your hands move to his shoulders “You can talk!” you celebrate

He beams with you pretending to be surprised “Look at that” he says eyes flicking to your lips due to the close proximity, merlin I know we barley know her but would it be too forward to kiss her? 

While he debates, you soon realise you are on his lap and begin to move but his hands find your sides and hold you in place, not firmly, you could easily escape his grasp if you were uncomfortable and luckily for him you weren’t

“Fred?” you tilt your head before seeing his gaze on your lips and working out the rest

You don’t say anything just lean forward and peck his lips gently, his eyes darting back up to your eyes as you pull away “Oh no come back here” he curls his finger at you before gently cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a proper kiss, lips moving in sink until you feel the ground give way beneath you, both groaning as the chair decided to give way and you hit the floor

“You okay?” you ask shifting to straddle him as you check for any injury

He just laughs “Yeah” he nods kissing your forehead gently as he sits up, hands finding your hips

“I’m a bit unlucky…and a huge klutz” you confess

He smiles “Well I’m a reckless prankster who runs of his good luck and impeccable grace…” he nudges his nose with yours “I say we would make a rather beautiful team” he raises his eyebrow

“Are you asking me out?” you bite your lip, looking at him with hopeful eyes

He nods “Yes. I’d rather love a chaotic raven by my side” he smiles, thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone as you break out in a huge smile 

“I wouldn’t mind a lucky lion on my side either” 

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fic #golden era

[elliekima]

This Love is Alive (Back from the Dead)

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.7k words

Notes: Reader is AFAB gender neutral with they/them pronouns and was adopted by Reginald Hargreeves along with the original seven umbrellas. They have abilities similar to heartrenders in the Grishaverse. Their powers include control over one’s heart, lungs, and stomach, and other major organ systems (although the brain can be rather tricky). 

I was blown away by the response to my first tua post, I really don't post my writing much but I just love sparrow!ben so much and this word vomit was the result. I hope you guys enjoy it too <333

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You took in the view of the half-destroyed farmhouse for the last time before closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for the next jump. If it was anything like the last one, you shuddered, your stomach may never recover. Of course, at least this time you were using an actual device made for time travel—even if it was weirdly shaped like a briefcase, seriously couldn’t they use a watch or something? It was so much less bulky and easier to carry around, not to mention harder to lose—instead of relying on your brother's dubious time travel abilities. 

Klaus’ sudden interruption to grab a hat was dramatic, in the way he usually was, but even you could admit it helped lighten the mood. ‘No matter what happens,’ you thought to yourself, ‘at least you had your family.’ You ignored the pain that came with the thought of Ben, the one sibling you would be leaving behind this time. Even if he died years ago, which left you grieving and heartbroken, you knew he was still around. Unlike the rest of your siblings, you knew Klaus wouldn’t lie about seeing Ben. You even asked him once, about a month after Ben’s death, if you could speak to him or send him a message somehow. 

Klaus, his eyes serious and clear for the first time since Ben’s death, responded, “He misses you too y/n, he’s standing right next to you actually. Sometimes he wanders over to check on you and make sure you’re doing okay.” He paused after that, head cocked and you just knew he was listening to Ben speak, which was almost enough to break you until you were suddenly swept into Klaus’ arms. It was unexpected but nice, even if his next words made you want to break down and start throwing things, “He wants you to move on y/n. I know it sounds impossible and crazy but you can’t let yourself obsess over his death and wither into nothing. You were meant for so much more than dad’s shitty plans for us. Keep breaking hearts y/n, never stop.” You laughed at that, hysterical and relieved because Ben was really there with you. You held on to Klaus as laughter turned into sobs because it was only then that it really sunk in, he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You shook your head to clear the thoughts of him, you processed his first death a while back and there was plenty of time to process his second ghostly death once you were back home in your little apartment with plenty of tequila. Finally, Five finished checking the briefcase’s settings and made eye contact with you. He gave you a weak smile, and you couldn’t help but return it. The smile was forced—you’re pretty sure it looked more like a grimace, really—but it seemed to reassure him. He reached for the briefcase and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before the (hopefully) final jump. 

The whooshing sound of time travel—and wasn’t that weird? You thought you and your siblings being traumatized child superheroes was as crazy as it got before adding the thought of alternate timelines and apocalypses into the mix—filled the air around you. It was as unpleasant as ever, although significantly less bumpy thanks to the briefcase. You mentally cheered your stomach on for surviving the trip this time around, and hoped it would keep up the good work. Less than a minute later you felt yourself landing on a familiar carpet, thankfully without the need to puke everywhere.

You stood there, eyes pressed shut, letting out the breath you were holding. You tried to force them open, but fear overtook you. For a moment, you wondered if you should even bother opening your eyes at all. You spent the last year or so running around trying not to die, first from the apocalypse, then from the bigoted idiots of the 1960s, and then from another apocalypse. Standing here, in what you hoped was your old house, felt too good to be true. 

You could hear your siblings groaning and trying to orient themselves after the jump, but still couldn’t open your eyes yet and risk the chance that something went wrong. So your coping mechanism was avoidance, maybe if you never opened your eyes, you would never see what fucked up timeline you and your siblings landed in this time. You weren’t safe yet, not when you needed to fight again but holy shit you were so fucking tired and— 

“What… what day is it?” Luther asked. 

At his words, your eyes snapped open before your brain could convince you it was a bad idea and you took in your surroundings. It looked like your old house, but as you scanned the room, your instincts started to itch, warning you that something was wrong. It didn’t seem too bad though, so you weren’t overly panicked yet but you refused to let your guard down. Suddenly, your eyes locked onto a painting. You weren’t sure, since you never really paid attention to the art your father collected, but you could’ve sworn that painting used to be a castle instead of a mountain. Across you, Five scrambled for the newspaper in front of him and his next words shook you out of your stupor.

“It’s April 2, 2019,” he said, a smug grin already starting to stretch across his face, “the day after the apocalypse.”

The rest of your siblings started celebrating but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in your head, the voice telling you that there was something wrong. But Five was already heading to the living room, Allison was crying and talking about Claire, and Vanya’s looked dead on her feet. They all looked so happy, and that was enough to stop you from saying something about it. ‘Let them have this moment,’ you thought. After all, if they needed to run again, at least they had this one moment of absolute relief to keep them going.

You let yourself get caught up in their energy, swinging an arm around Diego and following the rest of your siblings into the living room. However, the good mood that was beginning to bloom died at the sight of the painting that hung over the mantlepiece. Diego noticed it too, asking the rest of your siblings if they could see it too. God, you wish you hadn’t. You stared at his face, one you thought you’d never see again. You couldn’t help but compare it to the last time you saw him, desperately searching the painting for any differences from his last appearance in the theatre in 2019 when Vanya first ended the world. 

In the background, you noticed your father rising from his seat in some shadowed corner and your siblings arguing with him. Fuck the old man, all you could do was stare at the man you love so much. Granted, the two of you never really got around to admitting your feelings for each other before he died and other than that one instance with Klaus, he refused to be a messenger for any conversations between the two of you. The hope you’ve been pushing back started to grow again until you realized that there must be a reason Ben’s painting was there. After all, in your timeline, the painting was of Five, who disappeared one day and they all thought was dead. If Ben’s painting was in his place, who knows what could have happened to him. You began to spiral until a hauntingly familiar voice interrupted your impending breakdown.

“Dad, who the hell—” Ben starts, before pausing as he took in the scene in the living room. He stared at you, looking gutted and vulnerable, “…Y/n?”

You turned to stare at him the moment you heard his voice, as if on autopilot. His voice was a little deeper, but you guess that’s what happens when it’s been 14 years since you last spoke to him. You breathed out his name in shock and he started to smile, brittle and hopeful, before your brain restarted. You ran towards him and he ran to you, the two of you colliding in the middle of the living room. Your siblings paused their argument with your dad to stare at the new developments but fuck them, Ben was here and he was alive and that’s all that matters to you. He wrapped his arms around you and started spinning you around, your hair flying around you while you squeezed him back just as hard. You laughed freely for the first time since this whole mess started as you stared at him, categorizing all the changes. His hair was no longer gelled back like when you were kids, instead, he wore it spiky on top and all you wanted to do was run your fingers through it and mess it up. He lost the softness on his face from back when you were teenagers, growing into his features and you felt yourself fall a little more in love with him. He set you down and you buried your face in his chest—that was another change, when did he get so built?—and it was all you ever dreamed about since that fateful mission when you were 17. 

Distantly, you heard your family erupt into screaming behind you but all you could focus on was the man in your arms. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him, the detergent mom uses, and—is that some new fancy cologne? Regardless, it was the most comfort you’ve felt in years and you’d rather kickstart another apocalypse than let go of him. 

It seemed like Ben felt the same, because his arms only tightened around you and he tucked his face onto the top of your head. Suddenly, you realized you’ve been too busy saving the world to take a proper shower (So what, at least you made it out alive! The 60s had shit bath products anyway,) and tried to pull away. You heard a disgruntled sigh above you before he whispers, “Stop squirming y/n, you may smell like shit but it's the first time I’ve seen you in 13 years. Besides, I’ve seen you covered in blood and other gross shit after missions, you’ve had worse moments than this.”

Your mind was still fuzzy from seeing Ben, but something about his words seemed to alert your instincts. You replayed the moment in your head, it has been 13 years since he died but wouldn’t he have seen you while he was hanging around Klaus? But if he was standing here, alive, then he wouldn’t have died and hung around with Klaus all the time. You would’ve seen each other, grown up together the way you always planned to. The dots were starting to connect, and you hated the picture it painted. You stiffened and tried to pull away again, intent to ask him what he meant, when Diego’s voice cut through the bubble you found yourselves in.

“Woah woah wait, who the hell are you weirdos?” he exclaimed as he stared at the people filing in behind Ben. They were studying your siblings behind you but seemed to glance at the pair of you standing off to the side. The way they stared at you, all wide-eyed wonder and fragile hope seemed familiar. It was the same look you gave Ben, not the mention the look your siblings gave him too. Instantly, the dots fully connected in your mind and your heart filled with dread. You let your arms fall away from him as you stared at him, trying to keep your emotions from showing on your face but failing miserably. “You’re not my Ben, are you?” you asked, voice shaking.

He released you slowly, almost like he wanted to hold on to you and never let go, but the look on your face was enough to give him pause. Tension was building between the two families, making him tense up further as everyone seemed to stare at the two of you. He looked away from the rest of the room and stared at you, brown eyes reflecting your pain back at you as he said, “No, I don’t think I am. You aren’t my y/n either.” 

It was a statement, one that almost broke you, but your father’s booming voice behind you gave you enough strength to pull yourself together. ‘We can break down later, once not!Ben isn’t in front of you and you aren’t surrounded by your siblings and strangers,’ you told yourself, facing your father. 

He was ranting about your siblings being crazy assholes in 1963, which was fair because you were assholes to him, but in your defense, he was a shitty father and he looked and acted exactly the same way, how the hell were you supposed to be civil? You couldn’t believe he hated you all enough to just, not adopt you as children anymore. He even changed your name! Where the fuck did ‘Sparrow’ come from anyway? Distantly, you wondered how that affects the timeline but you filed that away for another day. First, you needed to regroup, preferably after a nice long bath.

You steeled yourself to join your siblings’ argument against your father and his new children but a hand brushing yours made you pause. You turned back to face him, you blinking your tears away as you studied him. This wasn’t the boy you grew up with, but you could read him just as easily as you read your Ben. His face was set in practiced neutrality, but you could see his eyes pleading with you to listen. He tugged you back towards him and whispered in your ear, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I watched you die once in my arms and there’s no fucking way I’m letting you walk out of my life again. If your siblings are anything like mine, this won’t end well. I won’t let anything happen to you, never again y/n. I’d sooner unleash the eldritch horrors on the world than lose you again. So please—” he took a breath, eyes meeting yours “meet me at our cafe when this is done?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The rest of the room seemed to fade around you, all you could see and hear and feel was him, both the Ben you know but somehow not. You knew this was a test, and you were desperate to get it right. He may not have been the Ben you grew up with, but he still was Ben, wasn’t he? Sure, he grew up with another set of siblings—’another version of you,’ your brain supplied—but in the end, he was still the same person. Despite the thousand different scenarios running through your mind, hope started to build in your chest: all-consuming, traitorous, and pretty damn inconvenient. You gave him a tiny smile and whispered back, hoping to all the deities out there that you were right, “On the corner of 9th and 22nd? I’ll be there after kicking your ass babe.”

His growing smile turned into a familiar smirk and he opened his mouth, ready to retort when you quickly tiptoed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you Squid Boy,” you added teasingly before hurrying back to your family, grinning at his blush. “Bring it on heartbreaker,” he replied with a wink.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to stand next to Allison, ignoring the looks your siblings shot you. Besides, Luther was looking pretty damn smitten with the pretty girl standing near Ben, you’d get them to bully him instead. You grinned at Ben from where you stood, readying your hands together as he unleashed his tentacles, both groups of siblings facing off against each other. 

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #sparrow!ben x reader #sparrow!ben #sparrow ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x y/n #the umbrella academy #the sparrow academy #tua

[alalaya2]

Tim Drakes sleeping habits save the earth

Part 7 The GIW are not nice people

They had done it they had Finally caught him the most powerful Ghost on any known record official and unofficial Phantom. They were trying to catch the little look alike brat and Pahntom had pushed it away. As soon as the net caught Them, they have put the power output to the max. They let the little one go, Phantom was the Prize, the white whale that had taunted them for years and kept others from their grasp.

They would have to work fast Phantom may be unconscious now but there was no telling how long that would last. The nets have never been field tested before and Phantom didn’t always react the same way other ghosts would to their weapons. The Truck Driver nearly crashed into a tree in Agent W rush to get the containment unit to them faster. Agent D and Agent K pulled out what looked like a glowing green crash cart. It had taken them years to get so much ectotainium. The board was made out of Ectotainium and the straps were soke in trace amounts of Dried Blood blossom oil. It had taken over half the GIW Budget to make the dam thing, but Phantom would not be getting away this time.

Agent O noticed that Phantoms eyes were starting to open and hit the Shock button for the nets. He was satisfied to see Phantom arch up in pain before going limp again.

“We need to move quickly he is not going to stay down for much longer we need to get moving” stated Agent K.

The other agent moved quickly getting most of the net off and strapping Phantoms Limbs down. It was goings quickly and efficiently until they tightened the First strap.

Phantom’s Eyes opened glowing and ectoplasmic green he opened his mouth and screamed. This was not one of his normal screams of pain it. Was loud and one of untold agony it tore at their ears and the ground in front of him. The glass on their glasses cracked and the windows on the car shattered. It was getting more powerful with each passing second.

Agent O still had the Remote for the net and it was still on Phantoms lap. It took a little fumbling as he was trying to use his hand to keep his ears protected. He needed to push the button and he noticed that part of the net was on agent D. He knew that voltage would kill him, but he didn’t care. If this kept up any longer Phantom would escape. They need to know more about the Ghost scum if they want to destroy them all.

Phantoms Wails tapered off as Agents D gave out a Final Death Cry both the body of the former Agent D and Phantom slumped to the ground. Agent O scowled. “Agent K do you still have the Thread we had in case we caught Ember?”

“Yes agent O”

“Use it Phantom may be part of the banshee class those cries could have killed us it he was awake and more alert.”

Agent K pulls out a spool of thread made from a hang man’s noose and soaked in more blood blossom oil the needle was made of pure silver. “Finish strapping his down First I don’t need him moving halfway through me sewing it shut.”

“You herd him agent W and agent F move the body and strap him down, just remember to put the body in the car his Death was Violent we need to see if he forms a ghost.”

Agent W and F were not happy with this turn of events they were new to the agency and Agent O & K were two of the top field agents but the also had a high rate of getting their team and civilians killed Dylan was one of their Friends they had Grown up together and had promised to watch each other’s backs. Yet here they are defiling his corps and taking out a kid.

“Move faster” snapped agent K.

The two flinched and complied, giving Dylan as much Honor as they could with the two senior officers watching. They got Phantom secured as gently as they could, but the straps started to cause burns on the places they touched. Agent O grabs their shoulders in almost a mocking sympathy. “Your Friend will serve a good cause.”

They watch as Agent K starts to sewed Phantoms lips shut ectoplasm and what looks like Blood covered the Front of agent K as the needle worked through the lip mussels. The Kid let out small whimpers of pain. As they watched Willard and Frank wondered if they had done the right thing.

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[shivunin]

14 / 38 / 48 for the Florence asks! ✨

Oooh, thank you so much! I will answer one here and do the other(s) in separate posts c: This gave me a push to finally finish fleshing out an idea that's been sitting for over a year, so double thank you for that! 💗

(Florence + the Machine Writing Prompts)

Hold Me Down

Summary: In the aftermath of Here Lies the Abyss, Cullen finds the Inquisitor alone at the edge of the camp.

(Elowen Lavellan/Cullen | 1,206 Words | CW: Blood, descriptions of shock/panic attack)

“Hold me down, I'm so tired now Aim your arrow at the sky Take me down, I'm too tired now Leave me where I lie.” —Florence + the Machine, “Sky Full of Song”

“—foremost priority should be seeking out and destroying any remaining demons who might have escaped the battle,” Cullen was saying to a scout as they walked, “take a group and scour the fortress for any signs, and then relay the information to Commander Rylen. He’s kept a troop in reserve for cleanup duty.”

“Yes, Commander,” the scout said, peeling off. Cullen paused as he saw an odd shape tucked between two tents and a stack of crates. 

He knew the shape of that staff. 

“Inquisitor?” he called, peering over the stack of crates. The shape shifted, turned slightly, and lifted its head. 

Behind the cowl, her face was still spattered with blood; it was almost enough to obscure the pale lines of her vallaslin entirely, and what the blood didn’t smear was peppered with ash and dust. Her hands were set on her lap, just as filthy as her face, half-curled and limp. And her eyes…

“Lavellan?” he said, and she blinked, blood-clogged eyelashes sticking for a moment to her cheek. Her eyes did not come into focus. 

Ah—he’d seen this before. 

Cullen sidestepped the crates and crouched several inches away, leaving her room on the other side to get away from him if necessary. 

“Can you hear me, Inquisitor?” he murmured quietly, and her bitten lips cracked open. 

“I am fine.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder when he heard movement in the camp. Just a pair of sentries wandering past. He returned his attention to the Inquisitor, whose attention remained fixed somewhere over Cullen’s left shoulder. 

“Can you hear me?” he asked. “Do you know what I am saying?”

There was a long pause. He noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her blood-soaked hands trembled in her lap. 

“...yes,” she said at last, her voice faint and flat. 

“What do you hear?” 

A soft gasp and her hands twitched in her lap. 

“You.” 

“And what else?” 

She was still breathing too quickly. Cullen eased himself down until he was kneeling between her and the rest of the camp. If nothing else, he could shield her from their speculation. A meager enough offering, but it was one he would give her without hesitation.

“The…the tents in the wind.”

“And?” 

“Metal on stone. People talking.”

“Good. What do you see?”

A frown collected between her brows and she slowly glanced at him to frown. That was good, too. 

“Sand. Tents. The stars.”

“And?” 

“Why?”

“Answer the question.”

She sighed, but her breath had slowed slightly. 

“The crates. My…my hands,” her voice shook on the last word. “You.”

“Alright,” he paused, “Are you with me?”

“Yes, I…yes,” she moved to set her face in her hands and flinched when she saw them clearly. “I—it was…The Fade was…”

“We needn’t discuss it,” Cullen murmured, shifting onto his knees to tug the tail end of his cloak loose. “You don’t have to say anything now. May I see your hand?”

Lavellan extended one hand silently and Cullen pulled the cork from his waterskin to wet the crimson fabric of his cloak. He could not properly clean her skin here; he hadn’t carried soap with him, and the cloth of the cloak was not especially absorbent. Maker, he was covered in his fair share of grime after the battle. Even so, he could get the worst of the blood off. He knew all too well what it meant to have to deal with such aftereffects of a fight. 

To be confronted with the concrete proof of what had happened. 

Her hands shook in his grip, and they were cold even through the barrier of leather. Cullen pressed his lips together, trying to decide if he ought to offer his gloves. Would she take them from him? He could not guess either way. 

“Is that any better?” he asked when he was done. Lavellan took her hand from him and peered at it in the flickering torchlight of the camp, curling and uncurling her fingers. 

“Yes, I—thank you,” she said. She lifted the other hand slightly and froze with it there, hung halfway into the air. Cullen carefully reached out to take it, selecting a different section of fabric to clean the skin with. 

Someone ought to be helping her properly. Someone needed to make sure she found a bath, food, somewhere soft to lay her head. After all he had seen of her, all he knew she had done, Cullen knew better than to think she was fragile. Even so—it tugged at him, to see her so shattered now. 

“It had so many legs,” she whispered hoarsely after a moment. “Too many. I—I couldn’t—I should have—”

Her voice broke at the end, and when the Commander glanced at her he saw that tears had begun to clear some of the muck from her cheeks in clear, straight lines. They dripped from her cheeks black and red-brown, leaving tiny, damp circles on her coat. 

“You’re here now,” he told her, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary once it was clean. “You aren’t there anymore. It is done.”

“I let him die,” she said quietly, searching his eyes. “I—I told him to stay behind. It’s my fault. And the Divine—it’s my fault, Commander. All of it is.”

Cullen waited for her to continue, but she didn’t go on. She bit her lip again, staring at him. Ah—but what could he say to her now? There was nothing to be done about one’s past mistakes. He knew better than most what it meant to live with regret at one’s back. What to say? All he had was the words he gave his own soldiers when they’d made a mistake, and the words seemed ill-fitting here.  

“Whatever has happened,” he told her, “I’ve no doubt that you made the best decision you could with the resources available to you.”

Lavellan withdrew her hand. Cullen let it go without protest. 

“I…” slowly, the Inquisitor pulled her cowl down and away from her face. She ran her hands over the relatively clean plait beneath. “Thank you.”

It was recognition, but a dismissal as well. Not “thank you for thinking so,” but “please go away.”

Cullen tucked the soiled end of the cloak away and stood, careful not to move too close. 

“If there is anything you need, Inquisitor,” he said softly. “Please—do not hesitate to ask.”

Lavellan inclined her head, but she’d turned away to stare out at the vastness of the dunes and stars beyond. Cullen exhaled slowly and moved to step around the crates. He halted when she spoke again. 

“Cullen?” Elowen said; not Commander, for once, but his name. He turned to look at her and found her eyes, full of tears but clear and focused on his. “Thank you. Really.”

 “Of course,” he said, and cleared his throat. “It was…my honor.” 

Her eyes slipped away again, but her hands were clasped softly in her lap. Cullen straightened, gathered himself, and strode back into the camp beyond.

#elowen lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #cullowen #prompt response #da fanfic #shivunin scrivening #i have been listening to this song all day bc it is rainy here #i started thinking about how elowen would actually handled the aftermath of here lies the abyss #so this is the canon version of what happened haha. if she did this first and not the winter palace #as opposed to the 'your fate for mine' version where she decides to just stay in the Fade so nobody else has to die for her

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Finding

Part 3 to this

Part 2 here

Part 4 here

The next morning, Lan Zhan gathers up enough courage to leave his room - lonely and cold as he felt - to check on Wei Ying. He knocks three times, and enters when he is granted permission.

He finds Wei Ying already dressed, admiring himself in the large mirror of the room. "I didn't expect to look so much like myself in this new body. I think I look quite pretty!"

Lan Zhan allows himself to come up behind Wei Ying, maintaining a bit of distance between them so as not to frighten him or push his boundaries in any way. If he had lost the Wei Ying that loved him, at least he did not want to lose all of Wei Ying completely.

Lan Zhan glances into the mirror, watching Wei Ying. He seems fascinated with himself, tracing his features with his fingers in childlike wonder before moving on to admiring his clothing.

"You are very beautiful, Wei Ying."

"Thank you!" A little blush, "These robes such good quality, Lan Zhan!" And he does a half twirl. "I don't even remember the last time I wore something so fancy! Silk, embroidery, you must be spoiling me rotten!"

"Mn. I am."

Wei Ying turns to look in the mirror and begins messing with his hair. "Say, how do I usually style this?"

"Up, but sometimes you let me braid it."

"Then do you think you could braid it for me today?"

"Mn."

Wei Ying takes a seat at the vanity and is about to hand Lan Zhan a red ribbon, but he reaches to undo his forehead ribbon instead.

"That... means a lot to you."

"So do you. You always have."

"You used to get angry when I'd play with it."

"I've changed my mind."

Wei Ying hums, then silence blankets them. Lan Zhan allows himself to be absorbed with his task, carefully crossing sections of Wei Ying's hair in a simple, loose braid.

"Can I ask you some questions, Lan Zhan?"

"Mn."

"How did I die?"

Lan Zhan's fingers pause in Wei Ying's hair. "You never shared specifics, you just told me you became overwhelmed with resentful energy when trying to destroy the amulet. Why do you ask?"

"I had a... dream. Or a memory, a vision, I don't know. I wanted to see if it was true. Looks like it is."

"What else did you... see?"

"A ghost hand, Wen Ning, you... it was all convoluted, I couldn't tell you exactly what was happening, but it was a lot..."

"Would you like me to tell you?"

"Is it... okay for you to do that? I may not remember much but I can tell you're... devastated with whatever's happened to me that has me like this. You don't have to push yourself."

"I am not, it's alright." A lie, but Lan Zhan can't stand to see Wei Ying so confused and fearful anymore. Maybe he'll even remember some things if Lan Zhan recounts them to him.

"Okay, then tell me. What happened to me in all of these years?"

And Lan Zhan does. He tells Wei Ying about the ghost hand and Mo manor, about how he took Wei Ying to the Cloud Recesses so he wouldn't fall victim to sect leader Jiang's whims, about what happened in Yi City, about Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao and Guanyin Temple.

About the first time he drank and how much Wei Ying delighted in teasing him, about their song, about Sizhui and the other juniors, about their confession and their wedding and their honeymoon.

He has long finished braiding Wei Ying's hair, but he has done and undone it all throughout the story, more or less consciously, desperate to have even the slightest physical contact with him. Lan Zhan struggles so much with not being able to touch Wei Ying, to kiss him, to feel his body clinging to his own that he's going to take up every opportunity he can get to do so.

As the story ends with yesterday events, Lan Zhan finally weaves his forehead ribbon through Wei Ying's braid and lets go.

"Our life sounds like a fairytale." Wei Ying says, a dreamy lilt to his voice. "I can't believe this is how it turned out for me in the end."

Lan Zhan wants to kiss him and he wants to cry and he's so overcome with emotion -love, grief, desperation- that his breath stutters with it. Wei Ying places the braid on his shoulder and traces his fingers over the ribbon in it.

"There is something I saw in my... visions from last night that you haven't told me about."

"Hm?"

"I saw... you had scars. On your back, many of them. A discipline whip."

Lan Zhan exhales and closes his eyes.

"I used to have scars like that too." Wei Ying continues, his fingertips inevitably drawn to the ribbon, finding comfort in it subconsciously. "When the Wens invaded Lotus Pier, Wang Lingjao demanded I be punished for disrespecting Wen Chao. Madam Yu whipped me with Zidian to appease her. The scars never got to heal because I then gave my core to Jiang Cheng, so I had them all throught my... first life."

That knowledge has Lan Zhan unable to refrain from wrapping his arms around Wei Ying, enveloping him from the back like a shield against lashing that has long happened.

Wei Ying tenses a bit, but does not push away. Lan Zhan is relieved with it, and allows himself to squeeze Wei Ying a little harder, hiding his face in the space between his neck and shoulder.

"After Nightless City, I sought you out to take you somewhere safe and run away with you. Even if you kept pushing me away, I never let you go. But my sect found us hiding and demanded I hand you over. I refused and a fight broke out. I injured 33 elders and should have been executed, but brother and uncle pleaded that I be spared. So I received 33 lashes with the discipline whip as punishment. It took me 3 years to heal, but within months after, I came looking for you when I was told you were dead. That's how I found A-Yuan."

Wei Ying feels two matching droplets fall on his shoulder, and turns his head to leave a fleeting kiss on Lan Zhan's cheek. It's almost involuntary, he doesn't think of it when he does it, and it surprises them both.

"Wei Ying... you don't have to- for my comfort-"

"I want to. I think... I think I've always wanted to." A shy smile. "I never had the time to really think about... love, with everything that happened. But I think I've always loved you, I just never knew that the way I felt about you was called that."

Wei Ying finally stands up and turns to his husband. "When Wen Chao threw me in the Burial Mounds, I used to dream of you, sometimes. We would be in the library and you'd silence me while you worked so I'd write the rules, or you'd catch me sneaking wine in, things like that." A small laugh. "It made living there a lot easier. Just the thought of you gave me hope. It does even now. I don't know if this can be fixed, and while I've done a lot of impossible things, it's never a guarantee I'll succeed this time too. But just knowing you're here with me is enough to make me want to try regardless."

"Wei Ying..."

"Even if I don't remember a lot of things, I know that I love you, that I feel safe with you, that you're my home and my future and my everything. And even if I never get my memories back, I'll just make new ones with you!"

Lan Zhan can't stop himself from kissing Wei Ying now, and he's yelling at himself in his head about it, about overstepping boundaries and losing Wei Ying because he can't control himself.

But Wei Ying kisses him back and all those doubts fade away.

Eventually, they break apart, breathless and teary-eyed.

"I know I'm not your Wei Ying right now-"

Lan Zhan cups his face, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs. "You are. Always have been, always will be, no matter what happens. You're mine and I'm yours."

Wei Ying burrows in his husband's arms, holding him tight. "I wish to never forget this again."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #theres one more part. i say. with no suspicious intent.

[just-a-fangirl7]

Watching Doof's plot in Magic Carpet Ride makes me genuinely so sad because, like, he worked so hard on this painting he knew may only come once in a lifetime for him and he's so excited that he managed to finish it that the first, the very first person he tells is Roger.

Like bro, BRO. BROBROBROBROOO. This implies that, since it's shown that Roger and Doof didn't get along as kids, they may have reconciled at some point after high school, which that thought just gives me so much happiness and is my only Canon for their relationship now. Thank you. He goes to immediately find his baby brother and drag him along to see this thing he's created. ANd Roger is eating his lunch but like he wants to support his brother, who's never gotten any kind of support or love from their parents, because he loves him.

AND THEN THEY GET TO DOOF'S STUDIO OR WHATEVER...

And listen, this is important. I hate pretty much every time that Roger is on screen BUT this one plot is something I will always cherish of him.

And it looks like Doof accidentally pushes him a little too hard into the room, so JUST MAYBE Roger didn't spill the food onto the painting of his own volition.

Doof is mad, of course he is, it's his young adult life's work. He swears, SOLEMNLY swears, no less, that Roger will pay for it. That day finally comes in the episode mentioned. Magic Carpet Ride. Roger's painting, now his own two decade effort, will be destroyed in mere seconds. A fair price to pay for potentially ruining a better life for Doof.

BUT LIKE... THE REVEAL BRO. IT HURTS ME.

Roger: You see, the greatest painting I ever saw was made by my brother Heinz.

Doofenshmirtz: You'd better believe it! Art killer.

Roger: And I, in an extraordinary act of clumsiness, destroyed it, denying him the accolades he so greatly deserved.

Doofenshmirtz: And here comes the payback...!

Roger: And that's why I've spent the last two decades restoring it to its former glory.

Doofenshmirtz: What? Huh, what? (rapidly pressing the remote) No no! No no! No no no no... OH NOOOOOO!!!!

Roger: Ladies and gentlemen, (removes the cover from the painting) my brother's painting! (a purple stain ball immediately hits the painting)

BRO. So many things. First of all, just genuine appreciation for his brother and his creation. He still loves his brother enough to spend long nights painstakingly recreating it. Sure, it's very plausible that when he initially wanted to repay the favour, he didn't realize it'd take so long and only kept going cause he felt obligated at that point. Seems like him.

But he still DOES finish it.

And then Roger blames himself, an act of clumsiness from him wrecked the painting. Now, I may be wrong when I say that I think Doof pushed him a little too hard but I'm not sure. What my point is though, is that regardless of whether it was Roger tripping or not, if he was, tripping is very hard to recover from. Especially while holding food, as a klutz I can say from experience. And also he's like, "My brother deserved praises and fame from this painting and I accidentally ruined it." So clearly he knows his brother is talented.

Now Doof's reaction as Roger says that he's spent TWENTY YEARS restoring the painting to its former glory, panic sets in and it has this amazing way of drowning you in that tension. He desperately tries to save the one piece of proof that Roger genuinely loves and cares for him. Acknowledging a mistake from so long ago, praising his brother in front of this crowd of people. It's too late for anything to be taken back now though. As the tarp falls from the canvas, you feel so much dread as Roger presents the painting, only to see purple splatter all over it.

Heartbreak.

I just... It breaks my heart, man. I love the dynamic I've created in my head over the course of the like half an hour I've used to try and phrase my thoughts coherently.

In conclusion, more wholesome mid twenties Roger and Heinz pls. I need it.

#phineas and ferb #heinz doofenshmirtz #dr heinz doofenshmirtz #roger doofenshmirtz #pnf doofenshmirtz #them ❤️ #long post #sierra rambles

[codemagister]

"Sneakers that's my ankle let gO-"

Vera limped into the kitchen. Sneakers was clinging to her ankle, making it very difficult for her to walk normally. She approached the food replicator and the cat finally let go of her ankle, instead beginning to paw at the machine. The young Time Lord gave her feline adversary an unamused glare.

"...Little menace won't let me do anything without making it difficult for me... What did you want to talk about, dad?"

( @veratheforgetful )

He snickered slightly from where he stood at the counter, half finished bowl of some sort of batter on the side, along with a few ingredients scattered about.

"He loves you, that's why."

He paused his mixing for a moment, then turned to her.

"As you know, the Console is... very damaged, I believe the High Council shot... something at us as we were leaving in attempts to prevent us from leaving, but I'd already sent us into flight as it hit, I can't see any other way she would have got so damaged so quickly..."

He sighed, turning back to his bowl, plucking up a tub of cooking cocoa powder.

"The coolant was leaking and I managed to patch it up, however I'm going to need a lot of materials we don't have onboard the TARDIS to build what's needed for the repairs... I've made a list so it's just a matter of putting an order in, but... what I need and the amount of it... that's going to be a very large custom order and it will take a while... I do believe we'll be here for a month at minimum."

He poured some of the cocoa powder into the mix and then stirred it in.

"I have been... offered a job from the Brigadier... it's... he wants me to continue creating plans as I had been... but swapping out anything lethal for non-lethal options... like... glitter bombs instead of real ones, I... accepted, it's... well, I- I need something to do and... it's the only thing I'm really good at, my dear... I was struggling to think of what I wanted to do with... well... anything, I suppose... I had been so... focused on destroying and causing harm and I didn't... I didn't know what I wanted to do and... well..."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"It'll... focus everything on something less... destructive... the Brigadier said it would work out as a training exercise for U.N.I.T... he also plans on keeping it a surprise from the Doctor so it'd be like... a prank, I suppose... I... would you like to help? I have a few ideas for non-lethal bombs, but I wanted to make them look as realistic as possible... no use in doing something half-arsed, hm?"

He grinned.

"Glitter, paint, smoke, flash... I was thinking... something like with the Autons? Could be... fun... I'll have to talk about them swapping out their actual guns for something less deadly, a few ideas there, don't want anyone getting trigger happy..."

He rolled his shoulders and glanced at her.

"I was also going to ask him about a legal Earthern identity as well as adopting you, but... they have surnames here, it's odd to not have one, so, I've researched and picked out a few that'd be fine, but I wanted you to have the last say in it."

He slid a piece of paper over on the countertop towards her.

"I looked through the top 250 most common surnames for the area we're in, have a good look think and get back to me about it before I go talk with him later."

The paper had a small list of surnames scrawled out in his handwriting:

Evans

Jones

Taylor

Moss

Marsh

Bell

May

Bird

Reed

Hunt

#doctor who takes tumblr #the mischief master #delgado (harry) #vera

[paperclipbean]

This is my first ever attempt at fanfic. I've got several ideas for stories; but, I'm starting with an alternate ending to the last 15 minutes. Maybe it's blasphemy. Maybe it's denial. Whatever it is, if it helps me heal, I'm here for it.

THE LAST 15 REIMAGINED

“Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever,” Aziraphale pleaded, looking longingly at Crowley’s face.

“No. I don’t suppose it does.” Crowley’s face hardened and he lifted his sunglasses. Aziraphale knew what that meant, Crowley was pulling away. What had he said wrong? His thoughts raced back over the conversation; but, he didn’t have time to ruminate. He had to do something. Now. 

“Wait!” 

Aziraphale reached out and placed his hand on Crowley’s chest to stop him from walking away. Crowley froze, glasses half up his face, eyes peering over the tops at Aziraphale, jaw clenched.

“Please wait,” Aziraphale said more softly, “What I mean to say is, nothing on Earth lasts forever. Not the Ritz, or our bench, or my waistcoat,” he chuckled, “Not even my books or this bookstore, even though I wish it could. I love this bookstore. But I…” 

Suddenly his throat was so dry. It was closing up. He tried to swallow and a small choking sound escaped. Crowley lowered his glasses and placed his hand over Aziraphale’s hand on his chest. The contact renewed Aziraphale's determination.

“I love this bookstore. But I love you more,” he blurted out.

Crowley’s eyes watered. He was vaguely aware that time was passing and that something terrible was about to happen if they didn’t act quickly. But, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away from those perfect pale blue eyes.

“I— I— ghmmmmm,” a low growl blocked the words from forming. Why was this so difficult? He’d dreamt of this moment for thousands of years. Maybe that was it. It was too fragile, too precious. Releasing this dream into the waking word meant it could be broken. He must protect this dream at all costs. And, he must protect Aziraphale, his angel.

“I can’t let you walk into a trap. They will try and destroy you again. You must know that, right?”

“Possibly. Probably. Yes. Maybe. But that’s beside the point,” Aziraphale shook his head to clear his thoughts,  “I have to try.”

Crowley turned away and ran his hands through his hair. Of course Aziraphale had to try. Of course he believed he could defeat all the odds. Crowley paced. It helped him think.  Defeat the odds for what purpose? To save Earth again? He just said it won’t last forever… He spun back around to face the naive idot,

“Why? Why are you so determined to go back to that toxic place?”

“Well, I would have assumed that was obvious— “ 

A glare from Crowley caused Aziraphale to look at the floor. How did he keep choosing all the wrong words? He took a deep breath and tried again,

“I can make a difference. I can make it truly good — as it should be,” Aziraphale stepped closer to Crowley, “I can make it safe to ask questions. I can make it safe for you.”

Aziraphale reached for Crowley’s hands but Crowley stepped back.

“I thought… after all this time. Do you still not know me? I am not the angel you once knew, Aziraphale. I am something else. I had hoped…” he looked at the floor and summoned courage to finish his thought, “I had hoped you had finally accepted that. Accepted me.” 

“You may be something new; but, you are still, very much so, the angel I’ve always known. You acted like a demon because it was your job and you had to. But I’ve always seen the good inside you. You are creative, and kind, and-“

“And NOT an angel! I don’t want to be. Don’t you get that? You are the exception Aziraphale. You are different. You think for yourself and you actually care about others. Please. Please don’t go back to heaven. They will ruin you.” 

“Even if I were to stay, this wouldn’t be over. Even if we ran away…” a wistful expression crosses Aziraphale’s face then he refocuses, “They aren’t going to leave us alone. They aren’t going to leave Earth alone. I have to do something. I have to try.”

Crowley paces the floor in long cool strides. Aziraphale’s words seep into his brain. Reluctantly, he realizes Aziraphale is right. Neither side is going to let this go. 

Aziraphale has been holding his breath, glancing nervously between the window, the door, and Crowley. 

“Right. We’ll face this together,” Crowley says, still pacing. Aziraphale exhales as Crowley continues, “Just like everything else. It’s nothing new. We just have to stall long enough to come up with a plan.”

#good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #a dash of denial to help me heal #ok maybe it's a hefty jigger

[knightish-angel]

okokok this is pretty long so you might wanna longpost tag this

its the full thing, so it has all of the part one thing i sent yesterday (yes i did go back and finish the sentece) and i think it turned out pretty good for my first time writing this genre. That said,,,

Elitello fanfic coming at you!

It was night three in a row that Donnie had no sleep, and it was around this time that Elijah started to seriously worry. Sure, Donnie stayed up ridiculously late most days, but normally he wouldn't have been up for this long. 

The only good thing about this, is the longer he stays up, the more often he leaves his desk for coffee. It was during his most recent coffee run that Elijah had finally decided he was putting his foot down. He was making Donnie go to sleep, even if it meant destroying whatever he was working on currently (misinfo. Despite how much he wanted to sometimes, Eli could never bring himself to purposefully break something that Don had put his time into.)

The first stage was the simplest part. He had to make it to Donnie’s desk. Considering he had been keeping Don company for the past,,, several hours of the night, this part was easy. Looking through all the organised mess on the desk, he looked for something, anything important enough to Donnie that taking it would make him go after it. 

God this desk was a mess, he hardly knew what was important! Maybe it was about time to start paying more attention when Don infodumped about his creations.

“Elijah, love, what on earth are you up to?”

Fuck. ok. He may have taken a bit too long this time, but maybe he could prompt a hint on what he could take out of this situation?

He took a few steps back from the desk and turned to look at where Donnie was approaching, fresh mug of coffee in hand. “It looked interesting so i was just trying to see what it was”

“Well, maybe if you pay attention this time, I can explain it to you?” He nodded enthusiastically, waiting as Donnie sat down and placed his coffee to the side before leaning slightly against the back of his chair, fully prepared to listen to him ramble for the next half an hour. He may have messed up his first attempt, but he swore, hed do better the next try. He looked at Donnie fondly, listening intently to the words he spoke almost seamlessly.

Honestly.

The things he would do for this man.

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It's about 3 coffee trips later when Elijah decides to take another stab at operation: make Donnie sleep, after all, the opportunity practically handed itself to him on a silver platter. During the last few coffee trips, he had meticulously timed how long Donnie had spent out of the room, only for him to be handed a solution where timings would hardly matter.

The device Donnie was working on was rather small. All Eli had been told was that it would go into a handheld device and that he wasn't allowed to know anymore. Odd, but sometimes Don liked to keep the air of mystery to make things more fun and he wasn't going to ruin that for his own curiosity. Not just yet anyway. More importantly, because of its size, Don had been using his goggles the entire time while working on it and after having complained about how they were annoying him, Elijah managed to convince him to take them off for his next coffee run.

There, in all their scrap metal glory, sat Donnie’s goggles. They were currently centre-stage on Donnie’s desk, their placement something he would be sure to notice if it were to disappear. It was perfect. Something necessary for the project that he could take away without fear of damaging anything.

So that's exactly what he did.

As gently as he could, he took the goggles from the table, the cold metal pressing softly into the palm of his hand as he swept quickly across the lab to the still open doors. His footsteps were light, echoing quietly through the lair as Elijah made his way towards Donnie’s room. With around one minute until Donnie got back to the lab to find him gone, Elijah crossed the threshold of Don’s room. He left the light off, it would look more normal that way. And besides, Elijah had spent enough sleepless nights in there with Don to know the layout better than he would the layout of his own room back home. 

There, by the foot of Donnie’s bed, was the bag he normally took with him when staying over at the lair. That would be as good a place as any to hide the goggles, at least then he knew there would be no chance of it accidentally getting broken. Slipping them gently into the main pocket, he settled himself into Donnie’s bed. He knew there was no way that stubborn turtle would just go to sleep when asked, so his only other option was to drag him kicking and screaming. But he was fine with that.

And now, Donnie should have entered the lab to find Elijah and his goggles missing. All he had to do was wait.

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"Elijah? Love, are you in here?"

Elijah raised his hand and waved at Donnie, who stood just at the door frame. Upon seeing such a lacklustre response, Donnie crossed the room in strides, whatever he was doing before could wait until after he checked in on his boyfriend.

"Are you alright my love?"

"I'm alright, Don."

"Thank god, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't." The two shared a quiet laugh. they felt so,,, safe in there, away from what the others expected of them, with just each other for comfort. Elijah looked up at Donnie’s eyes and he could see how soft they were. It was moments like this, where the self proclaimed bad-boy turtle let down his walls, that made him fall in love all over again.

"Love, have you seen my goggles? I need them to get back to work,,," Donnie's voice sounded gently in the quiet room, as if trying to preserve the soft and sleepy atmosphere between the two. He was tired and it was starting to show.

"no, i've not. but don't you think you should stop working for a while?" God, he was lying through his teeth right now but it looked to be working. Donnie looked hesitant, almost scared at the prospect of stopping his work.

"Tell you what, D." he sat up slightly, causing Donnie to look at him expectantly. " Take a nap with me now, it doesn't have to be long, just a couple of hours, and I'll help you find your goggles when we wake up, sound fair? They're not gonna be outside the lair, so it'll be fine." Donnie was torn. On one hand, he needed to find his goggles. If Leo had them (he was the only one of his brothers who might possibly be awake at that time) they could very easily get broken. On the other hand, he was so fucking tired and he really did need sleep.

"Fine, ill take a nap with you" a wide grin stretched across Elijah's face as he layed back down on the bed and moved further towards the wall, lifting the blanket and leaving enough room for Donnie to slide in next to him. And that's what he did. Thankfully, he didn't have any of his gear on since it bothered him while he was working. Adjusting the blanket over them, Eli moved closer to Don, resting his head on his plastron where he could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. Donnie wrapped his arms loosely around Eli's waist, pulling him even closer.

The air was so full of love, you could almost feel it. The trust between these two was so strong, not even the greatest of disasters could do anything to harm their bond. 

"Hey Don?" Donnie hummed in acknowledgement. He was already in the lightest grips of sleep thanks to the warmth between them.

"I'm the one who took your goggles. I wanted you to go to sleep."

"You sneaky bastard,," he sounded so tired with his response

"You love me really,"

",,,yeah. I do. Now go to sleep, dummy." Elijah chuckled under his breath

"Whatever you say, love,,," <33

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww oh my goshhhhh this is so sweet and wholesome!! i was legit smiling the whole time <333 it's so good for ur first time writing fluff fr oml! :O i love this so so so much treasuring it forever tysm for writing it bestie, it's wonderfulllll!!!!!

#long post #kdshgsjhkgdfghkdhfv #losing my minnnndddddddddd #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #its so good ive read it like 3 times over already #i love it sm. #crying tears /pos #ur the besssttttt #fkjshkhgkjfgfd #<33333333333333 #friendos fic #elitello #elitello fic #bowl of limes asks #<- u get ur own tag :] #oc eli

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We all have our headcanons for what happened after the end of KOTOR:TSL. I imagine the Exile tracks down Revan in the Unknown Regions, and convinces Revan to come back to the galaxy and join forces to fight the upcoming threat.

A while back I wrote the scene in which my Exile is trying to persuade a reluctant Revan to return. Today I went back and finished it. To be honest, I never write fanfiction, but this was meant as writing practice. I’ll just leave it here, under the cut.

Note: The story is written from the Exile’s (Lysia) point of view.



» The One Behind Your Mask

I kept telling myself she is not the same as she was, and yet she is. Her black hair faded to a dark grey, either from the taint in her or the weight of the past ten years, but it’s still worn in the same style. Her face is paler, the eyes sunken in, but there is still so much resolve in them. She remains small and slim, the armor making up half her bulk, yet her presence takes up the entire room.

“I didn’t expect to see you again,” she says in a cool, even voice.  As if it’s nothing. 

“Yes, I believe you told me something to that effect last time.” When I was lying in bed, confused and nearly dead, and you told me you had planned it all. I try to laugh but I can’t. 

“Of all the people T3 could have gone to for help, it ended up being you. He has been telling me about your adventures. You ran into quite some trouble on my account.”

Once again, you mean? Everything feels so heavy. She is the one who destroyed everything, and yet she isn’t. She isn’t my old friend, and yet she is.

“I knew my apprentice would try to track me down somehow, but I truly wasn’t planning to have you - of all people - involved. Of course, I didn’t factor Kreia in.” She is still on her placid tirade. “Seeing as you took care of that problem, however-”

“You need to come back with us!”

Revan’s expression finally shifts, so subtle a change I doubt anyone else would have noticed it. A flash of curiosity, or perhaps perplexity at my words, that is gone again in a moment.

“I have things I need to do here, Lysia.”

“You cannot do it alone. Return with us and we will fight together.”

“No.” Her semblance remains casual as she picks up some small device, twirling it idly between her fingers. “Truly, I am surprised you want my help at all. I am the Dark Lord, Lysia. The friend who betrayed you, used you. The one who turned her back on everything you believe in. ” She grins. “And one who does not regret it.”

I clench my teeth. She has been like this since childhood - the same refusal to accept help, that controlled expression, keeping all plans and secrets to herself. Acting like nothing can touch her.

It’s a lie. It has always been a lie. This time I am not playing along.

“I can’t condone the things you’ve done, but I don’t expect you to regret it. You may have deceived me too, and for a long time at that, but this is who you always were, isn’t it? The one who noticed a threat and was willing to throw everything away to save the galaxy from it.”

The dark energy swirling around Revan frizzles and snaps, but the same grin is still plastered onto her face. Mocking, calculated, fake.

“You almost make me sound like a hero. Is your mind so broken that you don’t understand the things I have done?”

I’m tired of this game. I have wondered if anything would have been different if I had seen through her sooner, and I refuse to be left wondering after this. Revan is coming back with us. We need her help, and she needs us, whether she likes it or not.

“I understand,” I reply. “As I understand you sacrificed yourself as much as you did the rest of us endless pawns.” I try my best to mimic one of Revan’s neutral expressions, though a smile does slip through.

Revan does not appreciate my sympathy. She puts down the device she had been holding, surely a little more forcefully than she meant to. "Is that what it looks like to you?"

I scoff and roll my eyes, crossing my arms across my chest in my best imitation of her usual stance. "Oh, no, I think you  simply abandoned a bright future with the Order on a whim to build an empire you got tired of halfway through, and then decided to come take a little break in the middle of nowhere." My voice drips with a cruel sarcasm even I realize doesn't suit me. "I am sure your only deranged goal was to betray all your friends, corrupt them, and watch them die. At which you did succeed, I suppose. After all, Alek would have done anything for you, and you managed to make even him into someone who hated you to the point of trying to murder yo- "

Sparks of colored light fly in all directions, my just-in-time ignited sabers clashing with the flashing red whirlwind of Revan's attack. She is staring right at me through the crossed blades, face bathed in red and silver and bronze, and eyes full of fury.

I only smile down at her.

The confrontation lasts but a second before Revan steps back. Her impassive expression is back in place, but she still turns away from me - whether angry at herself for losing her composure, embarrassed over falling for my obvious provocation, or struggling with her memories, I couldn't say.

Although I would be lying if I said I was not a little proud of myself for defeating her at her own game, for once in our lives.

"I will return with you," Revan breaks the silence.

I can only blink in surprise for a second before smiling at her turned back. "Thank you. I will give you time to prepare." I start towards the door before stopping. "For what it's worth, Revan - I am sorry I misunderstood you for so long."

"What?" She scoffs and glances back at me. "You are apologizing? Really, after all this time, you are still the same old fool you always were."

I shake my head with a small smile. "I suppose I am."

And even if she would deny it all the way to her grave, I can see the amusement flash through her eyes.

#Blogger Laments #Star Wars #KOTOR #KOTOR Story #Revan #Darth Revan #Jedi Exile

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very happy to finally see someone who is as much mentally destroyed by flashpoint kal as me (it gets better I promise) and thanks to you I finally tried the superman radio show and... I don't know if I should thank you or curse you ? I just finished listening to the headless indian and the super sleuth and I fear this hyperfixation isn't going away soon...

But anyway, please pretty please could you give me some recs ? Is there an order I should listen them to or are they more stand alone stories ?

And continue to share your knowledge about superman and comics in general please it's fascinating!

flashpoint kal is literally something i'd daydream up and then go 'no no you're being too self indulgently angsty come on.' flashpoint beyond #3 was worth it all to see him finding a purpose :,)

old time radio the adventures of superman my beloved! (qualified). I've wanted to do a rec list for a while but I keep on getting hung up on how anti-Native/Indigenous a lot of the episodes are, especially in the first 'season.' That being said, I think most people are going to go into a radio show from the 40s aware of both the progressiveness of the show and the instances where it fails to reach the high standard it set for itself, particularly in the postwar era.

When I listened, I listened to The Clan of the Fiery Cross first, then went back to the beginning and just listened straight through. A very knowledgeable old time radio enthusiast did a podcast of every complete serial. 3 caveats here: 1. there are a few episodes missing or out of order but that's pretty easy to figure out, 2. the first 40 or so podcast episodes went missing (look those up on youtube or download those on archive.org here), and 3. while looking it up I only just now found out he's pretty far right-wing. He keeps it off his commentary though.

I think of OTR TAOS as 3.5 eras: the first before it moved to Mutual (40-42ish), the War years which are almost entirely lost, the postwar "S stands for sjw and sci-fi" era (my beloved) (Dec 45-48), and the short last series of half-hour standalone episodes. Here’s how stuff changed over time:

There’s a major paradigm shift between the first era and lost war serials where Superman operates first as an urban legend/cryptid, then switches to operating in the open and the world becomes aware he exists. Weird Justice Cryptid.

There’s a ‘soft’ retcon at some point in the lost serials where instead of growing up on the way to Earth and stepping out of the spaceship fully grown, as in the first episode of the first era, he gets to grow up with the Kents (who, fun fact, are from Iowa). His origin will be retold at several points.

During Looking for Kryptonite, the serial following the Atom Man saga, Clark makes the momentous decision to trust Bruce with his secret identity. This is a paradigm shift on the level of revealing his existence to the world.

In the switch to the last era of half hour standalone episodes, Bruce is then retconned out of existence (RIP). The half hour episodes may as well be a different canon, since many of them are adaptations of previous serials. They do have their own charm though.

There’s some smaller details that happen as ‘continuity’ within the postwar era, but all these shouldn’t trip a listener up much - Poco shows up, Perry gets elected Mayor of Metropolis, Lois gradually becomes more friendly to Clark, Unity House is built, etc.

Under the cut, a LONG list of highlights in order of airing, but tl;dr I’d say my top 10 were: the first storyline, The Black Pearl of Osiris, A Mystery for Superman, The Headless Indian, the entire Atom Man saga including Looking for Kryptonite, The Clan of the Fiery Cross, George Latimer Crooked Political Boss, Superman vs. Kryptonite, The Mystery of Meteor Island, and The Voice of Doom.

From the first era:

the first 21 episodes form a roughly continuous story which I'd recommend highly. this was the only era that they gave individual episode titles so I'll skip listing them all, just stop when you get to The Emerald of the Incas which is five episodes of pure YIKES. (to be fair the last episode is essentially "hey you moron, ask the Native Americans if perhaps they wrote down the statue's inscriptions instead of STEALING IT???" Debatable if it's worth slogging through the five episodes before that. )

Pick right back up again with Donelli's Protection Racket and Airplane Disaster, which were Jimmy Olsen’s first stories in any medium, and go a long way to explain why Jimmy loves Clark. The found family really kicks off here imo.

It's been a year or so since I listened to these but I recall Buffalo Hills, Happyland Amusement Park, Pillar of Fire at Grave's End, and The Yellow Mask and the Five Million Dollar Jewel Robbery were all pretty good, with the last featuring a familiar villain.

The Howling Coyote is a tossup, featuring maybe the one (1) multidimensional, memorable Native character in the whole run, but also more racism than usual. Give it a try if you like Westerns. It has one of my favorite side characters from the entire series, Tumbleweed Jones, a cowboy who took one look at Jimmy and turned to Clark and said i know you're his adopted dad but i want to also adopt him. can i. elder queer mentor vibes. gay little cowboy adopts gay little bowtied city kid and coparents with gay tired superhero. Howling Coyote goes right into...

The Black Pearl of Osiris, which is one of my favorites. Tumbleweed Jones comes to the big city. A decent mystery. Ridiculous side characters. Clark gets gaslit instead of gaslighting everyone else for once. Some racism as usual, though. Note that this one is slightly out of order on the podcast.

Last of the Clipper Ships is slow paced but good if you are in love with Jimmy (I was at this point) and also features an ABSURDLY good Moment in part 18 where they're in a dark room and Clark ventriloquizes a conversation between himself and Superman. It was one of those moments I felt like a kid listening because it blew my mind.

Dr. Roebling and the Voice Machine pays tribute to one of the original inspirations behind Superman with its machine that listens into crime - a fun look at what sci-fi looked like in 1941.

The Silver Arrow, a direct continuation on from the preceding The Crooked Oil Association (a thoroughly meh episode), is a delightful Western treasure hunt with Tumbleweed's return.

The Mechanical Man has an evil Nazi robot Superman gets to punch, what's not to love.

The first three parts of Lita, the Leopard Woman are really good Daily Planet family dynamics, the rest is skippable.

A Mystery for Superman is the last episode in this run, and you are either going to think the solution to the mystery is INCREDIBLY FUNNY or SO STUPID. I think the first. love this episode.

There are almost no complete serials from the war years, a consequence of the master recordings being stored on cheaper materials in order to preserve metal for the war effort. You’ve mentioned The Headless Indian, one of the best serials in the entire show, IMO. Amazing characters, great villain, and somehow less racist than the title would imply.

The first Batman/Superman team up and the first encounter with Kryptonite are from this era and they are both lost and I’m going to die mad about it.

Postwar era favorites:

Dr. Blythe’s Confidence Gang is the first surviving Batman serial; I would recommend it just on those grounds but it’s also a fun story where Batman and Clark Kent work together to clear Lois’s name of a false murder.

The Atom Man saga is the longest connected group of stories. It goes Meteor of Kryptonite, The Scarlet Widow, The Atom Man, and The Atom Man in Metropolis, and technically leads right into Looking for Kryptonite. Big recommendation; although Superman’s faced off against criminal genius type supervillains like the Laugher and the Yellow Mask, this is the first (and one of only two times) he comes up against an enemy with superpowers, and he shows his mettle and courage as he’s almost killed multiple times in this storyline.

Is There Another Superman, another Batman team up, is a little ridiculous but it does delight me because half their problems could be solved if Clark took a nap while Bruce watched him. This makes sense I promise. 

The Radar Rocket is so bad it’s good. Terrible, terrible science. Superman fights moon pterodactyls and moon ants and also Poco is there. Also notable for being the only serial I can remember where Clark spends the majority of his time being Superman instead of Clark Kent.

Story of the Century is an adaptation of A Mystery for Superman, only this time Bruce gets to get in on the fun, and then Clark gets to turn the tables.

The Hate Mongers Organization is the opening salvo of the show’s antiracist campaign. From here on out, this will be the show’s major concern. This is followed by Al Vincent’s Corrupt Political Machine, a similar story which I also recommend, and then comes...

The Clan of the Fiery Cross. Justly famous, a fierce, pointed criticism of a real, present opinion in American society, and it deserves the praise it gets. Although folks coming to this serial from Superman Smashes the Klan may be disappointed to know that there’s never an explicit Superman as Immigrant storyline in this serial, it’s still devoted with a singleminded, refreshing intensity to making sure that the bigot is proven wrong at every turn, and showing the violence and hatred of the Klan is founded on hypocrisy. (ALSO READ SUPERMAN SMASHES THE KLAN.)

The Super Sleuth is another delightful teamup with Batman, where a detective is convinced Clark Kent is Superman and annoys the hell out of him.

The Secret Menace Strikes Again returns to the justice and tolerance themes, this time with the corporate censorship of the Daily Planet, fearmongering, war profiteering, and the kidnapping of Perry White.

George Latimer, Crooked Political Boss, deals with violent antisemitism, Nativism, and the political machine. High recommendation, especially since Latimer will return.

The Dead Voice: Someone is blackmailing Robin. Furious, protective World’s Finest Coparents, Alfred gets to do something, and Dick gets a grandfather!

The Disappearance of Clark Kent - Superman takes a break from corruption on Earth to try to save a planetoid from destruction. A quintessential Superman Moment in here as he decides he has to do what he can to help despite the personal risk. The rest of the serial is bizarre sci-fi. It leads right into The Secret Letter, also recommended, in which Clark returns to Earth to try to reclaim the last will and testament he left for his friends before they open it and discover his identity. Another Batman appearance.

Drought in Freeville returns to corrupt politicans, addressing the tension between newly-returned veterans and people suspicious of and hostile to them. I liked it mostly as a historical document - if you like the political stories listen, if they’re not your cup of tea it’s skippable.

The Monkey Burglar - if you liked The Dead Voice, here is more Robin being threatened!

The Knights of the White Carnation - White supremacists try to destroy a high school basketball team because there are Catholics/immigrant children on it.

The Man Without a Face - international spy espionage featuring a surprise return from Herbert Caulkins, the investigator in The Super Sleuth, and an attempt to sabotage the World Peace Organization/UN.

The Mystery of the Lost Planet - This is Poco’s origin, meaning it’s a rewrite of one of the lost War serials. Possibly the funniest thing radio Clark Kent has ever done in his life in part 10.

Superman vs. Kryptonite - Another of my favorites. Spoiler alert, Superman does not win the fight vs Kryptonite. George Latimer returns, determined to get revenge on both Clark Kent and Superman, and runs steps ahead of Batman as Bruce frantically tries to figure out where Superman is and rescue him. Features a completely bonkers plot twist halfway through which I kind of love, and one of the most memorable ending sequences - I can see it as clearly as a movie.

The Secret Rocket - The only time Clark returns to the Kent farm, in a poignant moment (it’s been sold: the Kents are dead in this continuity). The remainder of the story is a little eh, but a fun core idea of how destructive Kryptonian technology could be in 1947.

The Ruler of Darkness - yet another political machine story, except in this one, Perry White has HAD ENOUGH and runs for Mayor himself. Cue many, many, many attempts to sabotage his campaign.

Batman’s Great Mystery - the mystery is that Batman has turned into a hatemongering bigot, and obviously Dick and Clark must team up to go “this isn’t you.” It isn’t him.

Mystery of the Stolen Costume - Someone’s robbed Clark Kent’s apartment and has found his secret closet with his spare costume. Bruce and Clark work together to try to save his identity.

The Skin Game - More bigots try to de-integrate a track and field team, explicitly because one of the athletes is Black. For reference, this serial was broadcast in 1948, Brown v Board of Education was decided in 1954.

The Mystery of Sleeping Beauty - completely ridiculous in terms of history and sci-fi, but it rolls right around into kind of charming, and plus Superman gets to fight and probably kill a whole bunch of Nazis. In an off-camera 1948 way.

The Mystery of Meteor Island - okay have you ever read/listened to/watched a Superman story where he gets owned by Kryptonite and thought idly to yourself, what if someone ELSE got owned by radiation poisoning? Well have I the radio serial for you. Batman and Robin story.

The Voice of Doom - the only other superpowered enemy in the series. A killer convict acquires some hypersonic voice power in a lab accident. A Batman team up, and also the return of the Scarlet Widow (even though she totally died earlier. Comics style retcon!)

The Mystery of the Letter - the most memorable Lois centric episode, she receives a letter from her sister Diana which brings her and Clark to Paris.

And finally, of the half hour standalone stories - after so long listening to the serials, I’d gotten used to their slower paced storylines, so this wasn’t my favorite format, but the pacing is probably more amenable to most listeners. I liked The Double Trouble, One Minute to Death, Death Rides the Roller Coaster, Mystery of the Mechanical Monster, and The Diamond of Death. The Mystery of the Walking Dead was also okay, but Clark was a bit of an ass in the first part of that one. These were oriented towards adults and were much darker in tone, hence the edgy titles.

Whew. Or as Jimmy would say, gleeps! Fellow otr taos enjoyers feel free to yell at me anytime about any of these serials, or sound off about your favorites. 

#thanks for the ask :^) #listen the show went 10 years. im allowed to write a ridiculous amount about it #otr taos #bud collyer #clark kent #superman #episode guide #long post

[penny680]

Hii everyone, I want to introduce my main characters from my main series! I will add my drawings of my characters soon!

Haliu: God of stars, time, and space! He can make new planets, galactic stars and galactic life!

Character lore: he was born on the main planet of stars ((plants filled with star gas and forming stars)) also known as planet 001 in the system, Haliu was born on April 28th, in the royal family of stars from his mother Luntaria and his father who at the time was in the galactic military however barely knew him.

His personality: kind, sweet, funny!

In the beginning of the book he is 18 in his last year of high school soon to begin his legacy of a god of space

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Chi-chi: God of nature such as flowers, grass and trees, water, air and weather!

Character lore: Chi-Chi was born on May 18th, along with her sister Rosalie however their parents are unknown sense they disappeared after giving birth to both of them and both Chi-chi and Rosalie where given to the royal care facility during the war, the family was part of a royal family yet have to yet discovered their family history. Chi-chi however found that he had her powers passed down by her mother

the planet she was born on has been destroyed due to planet being unlivable

Personality: gentle, caring, and relaxed!

In the main series she is also 18 and in high school taking the legacy of the goddess of nature

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Rosalie: God of lava, fire, and rocks!

Character lore: born second after her sister Chi-chi, Rosalie was born May 19th, also taken to the royal care facility with her sister, she didn’t care about her parents at all due to believing that they abounded her and her sister because she thought they didn’t care, She later found out her powers where passed down by her father

the planet she was born on has been destroyed due to planet being unlivable

Personality: chill, easygoing, and independent

In the main series she’s also 18 and in high school taking the legacy of the goddess of Magma

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Fredrick: God of technology!

Character lore: a slight descendent of the power of water however had to get an operation on his body due to the power effecting him in a bad way, making him into a half cyborg! He was born January 20th, He only slightly remembers his family after given him to the royal care facility during the war, he only remembers his mom and dad holding him and caring him, his family history was unknown

born on plant Taranta 10211, water and land planet

Personality: kind, brainiac, and cool!

In the main series he is also 18 and in high school taking the legacy of the god of technology

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Jace: God of dark matter, dark magic, and shadow magic!

Character lore: Jace was born on February 9th and was a lucky birth! he came from a strange family but was sent off to the royal care facility due to unknown reasons, his family has no archived data of themselves however before his family sent him to the care facility, both his mom and dad wrote a letter about them in which Jace kept

born on planet Vlowlio 61896, night planet

personality: Chill, kind, and sarcastic!

In the main series he is also 18 and in high school taking the legacy of the god of dark matter!

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Rose: God of healing, light, love, and peace!

character lore: princess of the whole universe, born on November 11th and decedent of having every super power passed down from her dad, after she was born her father token care of her and her mother left and never heard from her ever again. Rose attended school with everyone else

born on main planet Toltakasun

personality: gental, sweet, and loving!

In the main series she is also 18 and in high school taking the legacy of queen of the universe and god of healing, light, love and peace!

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Yay I got to tell you all about my main characters! I will be providing drawings of what they look like from the beginning of the main series and once the series finishes I will show what the look like once it’s done!

I’m really happy to finally be telling you all about my characters sense they have been in development sense 2017 and my universe has been in development since 2010 and this means the whole world to me!

Also I would like to mention that please don’t take my characters, thank you!

Thank you so much for reading!

#oc #space #galaxy #original character

[kitausuret]

Second half! 39 Share a snippet from a WIP, 42 What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?, 58 What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 65 Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project, and 71 When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

I deliberately waited to answer this ask so I could share this.. this thing I began. I can't even explain it:

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He laid the ten-dollar bill on the table. "This man is Alexander Hamilton. Not a president. And neither was—"

"—Benjamin Franklin," Flash finished. "On the hundred. But no one around here is carrying hundred dollar bills and walking into this bar, big guy."

"Oh, he's smart, Eddie," Anne said with an amused raise of her eyebrows. 

"And," Flash added with a wink, "good at pool."

The man scoffed again, less derisive this time. "Do you make a habit of propositioning strangers at billiard clubs?" 

"Only for pool games I can win."

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Another #Flash Thompson is Their Third? Well. 😏

Inspired by this panel from Spider-Man Blue, so Flash is like. Twenty.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

The last fic I read was a Harry Osborn/Liz Allan one-shot, Did you think this seat was taken? by @oliveroctavius, and it was absolutely incredible. How to get your feelings destroyed in 1k or less words.

I also read Redline like, literally six times after it came out, but a probably-less-polarizing fic that I reread recently was the Eddie Brock-focused, circa Anti-Venom era (but not really? idk just read it for context) sinner has a future also by @softgrungeprophet. It's Eddie's turn to be somebody's third (fourth). The latter I for sure recommend. The former is probably a lot more niche but I think if you're even morbidly curious about a really fucking good Mac Gargan/Peter Parker you should read Redline. 😌

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

I love brainstorming. Like, legit. It's so much fun to just toss batshit insane ideas back and forth. It's satisfying to actually get the ideas down, and into a coherent story, but brainstorming is pure joy.

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Well, I'm looking forward to (fucking finally) finishing chapter 14 of Dust to Dust. Yes, still. BUT. I am bound and determined that I absolutely MUST finish it before May 30, which is the 5th anniversary of Flash dying in ASM #800, so I gotta get it out before then, so that while everyone is wailing and gnashing their teeth over whatever is published on 5/31/2023 for Amazing Spider-Man #25, I can go "you know what the BEST response to an awful thing in comics is?" and bam! fic.

71. was answered here! (:

#asked and answered #kita talks writing #i'm pretty sure i've talked about 'sinner' like fifteen times on my blog but it's not MY fault it's so goddamn good #also the snippet above is based on a conversation with amaronith from just over - you guessed it - five years ago #for the record - i do not think eddie can play pool #but anne can. and eddie can get an eyeful of flash leaning over the table. and flash can make poor/impulsive decisions

[dari-ede]

Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 2

CHAPTER 2: "라랄라랄라라 부르는 노래"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Character

Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)

Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt that???

Status: Complete

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After the destruction of my laptop yesterday, I spent the entire night going over my many backups and recreating everything I had prepared. Thankfully, because I was so neurotic, I had 90% of my presentation backed up in three different outlets. The other 10% I knew by heart due to the numerous times I had gone over them. It took most of the night to put it all together using my crappy old computer that I thankfully never threw away.

Jin was extremely apologetic. My anger towards him had been pretty evident; however, it didn't last long. Seeing the color drain from his face at knowing what happened to my laptop, I couldn't stay angry. Well, for too long. I was definitely short with him as I gathered everything up, insisting I needed to hurry home to salvage as much as I could.

Jin's face only turned horrified when he discovered I had a big presentation the next day. He followed me all the way to the front lobby, begging me to tell him how he could help. Even Taehyung had mentioned they had an IT team that might be able to help. However, he seemed to forget that it was after hours and most of their staff had left for the day.

I tried to ignore Jin's sad, puppy face. His emotions didn't matter at the moment—my career did. I informed him for the final time I didn't need his help and rushed home.

Once I was alone, I turned off my phone, knowing my cousin and sister weren't going to stop pestering me.

I managed to finish everything a little after midnight and took the next three hours further prepping. I usually left for work at 7 in the morning, so after a quick shower, I slept.

However, I missed my alarm and ended up waking up well after 9AM. My presentation was at 10:30AM. It took 30 minutes to get to work and I would need another 30 minutes to physically set everything up.

At lightning speed I got ready and triple checked I brought all the materials I needed.

I was so late, I rushed past security after swapping my keycard onto the keypad with a half-assed greeting. The guards I usually chatted with were calling out to me, but I couldn't stop. I felt so rude doing it, but I had to hurry and set up my presentation.

As I arrived at my area, my team and I kicked it into high gear. I very quickly gave out orders, seeing I was the manager for this presentation. I threw the stuff I didn't need onto my desk, only taking my computer and coffee with me.

Having no time to do my daily morning routine where I would sit down at my desk and get organized, my team hustled into the conference room.

Because I was so neurotic and I had prepared so much, I managed to get through the presentation splendidly. My boss' proud face informed me my team had done a great job. It was a wonderful feeling that I honestly forgot the horrific event that had occurred the day before.

Around noon, I finally headed to my cubicle with a sandwich in hand. Normally, I had lunch at the café with my coworkers, but I needed to get through emails I missed this morning.

As I set down my food, something caught my eye. It was a white box with a bow and note attached to it.

Confused by this, I took hold of the envelope and opened it to read the message inside:

"For the 1,000,000th time, I am incredibly sorry for my stupidity yesterday. I will personally apologize to your boss for anything you may have lost in that computer. Please, allow me the opportunity to make it up to you. Here is a replacement for the one I destroyed. To reach me, you know who to ask. Once again, I'm incredibly sorry."

There was no signature on the card, but there didn't need to be; I knew who it was from.

I set down the card and opened the box. Inside was the latest model of a computer I really wanted. The destroyed laptop was not by any means old or of bad quality. But it definitely wasn't the best out there. I struggled a few times with it, but never to the point that it never got the job done. However, that didn't mean it was my first choice. I always wanted a higher quality computer, but couldn't afford it.

This sweet gesture of Jin really tugged at my heartstrings.

Setting aside the new laptop, I went to check on my emails. As much as I wanted to explore my new toy, I needed to keep in mind I was at work. Tomorrow was Friday, so I had all weekend to play.

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I was so engulfed with work that I completely missed the many messages coming from my cousin. It wasn't until after I clocked out and got to the front lobby that I noticed.

One of the security said my name just as I clicked 'Call' on my cousin's name.

"There was someone looking for you, miss!" the security called out as I continued to walk.

I didn't hear him clearly because right at that moment, my cousin answered the call. "I'm sorry, sir! It's been quite the day! I'll talk to you tomorrow!" I made a mental note to bring him breakfast tomorrow morning to make up for my rude behavior today. I gave a quick bow and rushed out.

"What happened?" I asked my cousin.

"Is there a way you're able to come to my work?" she sounded so rushed.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried.

"I really need help taking some stuff home and I'm here until late. Are you free?"

There was an internal struggle. Going to my cousin's work meant that there was a probability of bumping into Jin. And I just didn't know if I was mentally prepared for that. I hadn't acted very well after the incident yesterday. It had been an honest mistake and I handled it poorly. Then there was the fact that he had bought me a new computer. It was morethan compensated for my destroyed one.

However, I knew I had to suck it up. My cousin needed help and I needed to brush aside whatever feelings I had. "Yeah," I answered my cousin. "I can be there in 30 minutes."

"Ok. I might be held back a little while longer, but I'll see if you can hang out in the café for a bit while you wait for me."

I hung up on my cousin and headed to her.

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I ended up needing to wait for my cousin for over an hour. I didn't mind; I had my new toy to keep me entertained.

Right as the program I used for work finished installing, I took notice of the message my cousin had sent me a few minutes ago. She gave me directions on how to get to her.

Gathering my things, I made my way to where she was. Once getting to her floor, I informed her I arrived.

COUSIN: Go to the very last room at the end of the hall.

Getting to the last room, I opened the door. Upon entering, I found an empty room—save the desk and chairs and a tall, handsome guy.

Right at the center of the room, Jin immediately bowed at my presence, greeting me in the politest form.

I was a goddamn sucker for manners, so my knees almost buckled. I brushed aside the stupid butterflies in my stomach and greeted him back in the same form.

He stood straight up, the perfect posture only accenting his beautiful features. His chin looked more chiseled, his shoulders looked sharper, his Adam's apple was more prominent, and his height was lengthened. How the hell did he look so masculine as well as beautiful? What the actual fuck???

His gorgeous looks only made me feel a bit insecure about myself. I was glad I looked more presentable than yesterday. Because of my presentation at work, I actually looked good-looking. I would even say "pretty" since I had a good amount of makeup on.

The gorgeous man began to speak, "How did the presentation go?" His voice was a little shaky and his face was a bit off-colored.

Giving a small smile, I gave a confident answer, "Very well. Couldn't have gone better."

"Really?" he asked, his face softening.

I nodded, my smile widening. "My boss wants to meet with me tomorrow. I'm confident I'll be getting that promotion."

His lips gave a wide smile, making his cheeks rise, and his eyes became endearing slits. I could still see plenty of his brown eyes as they twinkled at me. "It makes me happy hearing that. I also want to thank you for coming. Sorry, I had you wait over an hour, but I just finished with work. And I apologize for using your cousin to get you here."

Now it made sense. He and my cousin had planned for this. I had to admit that I wasn't upset with my cousin at all. Being in the presence of such a creature, I couldn't be angry.

"I asked your cousin if she could convince you to get here. I would have preferred to come to you, but I didn't have access to your department. I tried. When I arrived, I noticed that there was security and the only way to enter was through using a key card—which I don't have. And security, obviously, wouldn't let me in without one."

"You went to my work?" I asked, taken aback.

"Did you not get the laptop?" he asked, looking just as lost as I felt.

"I did, but I figured you mailed it there."

He shook his head. "Oh, I tried to mail it to you but I couldn't overnight it and I didn't have your physical floor or cubicle number. The only way to get it to you was to hand-deliver it to you at work. I waited in the lobby for thirty minutes, but you didn't come. So, I decided to chance it and gave it to security. They said they would give it to a coworker so they could place it at your desk. I don't think he recognized me—he was older—and informed me he knew you and would make sure it got to your desk. I had an early meeting, so I couldn't stay long."

The security man who had been trying to get my attention first thing in the morning and right as I left the front lobby immediately came to mind. He was the one I had been rude to all day. Knowing he had been involved in getting Jin's gift to me only made me want to get breakfast for him for an entire month.

"I received it and I thank you very much for it," I said, giving him another bow of gratitude. Then, I swallowed my pride and apologized for my rude behavior.

"Oh, you were not rude at all," Jin said instantly, walking a little closer to me. "You had every right to be upset."

"Maybe, but that doesn't excuse the looks I know I must have given you. My sister and cousin have made comments about I can have an icy look when I get upset," I said, keeping my head down in shame.

There was a light chuckle that came out of him. "It definitely sent a chill down my spine when you looked at me like that, but I couldn't help but see how cute it was."

I looked up, finding his brown, sparkling eyes, and frowned. "Cute?"

There was a light blush on his cheeks as our eyes met. He looked down, appearing slightly shy. "You were definitely scary, but, yes, definitely cute."

I didn't know how to respond, being taken aback.

I wasn't clueless. It was pretty evident through his actions that Jin had taken a liking to me. What was so confusing was why that was. Don't get me wrong, I didn't suffer from low-self esteem. I knew my worth. I knew I was pretty awesome. My personality and skills more than made up for my physical appearance. However, I had never had a guy that looked like him be interested in me. It was certainly throwing me off.

Jin let out a shaky breath. "I was wondering if you would allow me to make it up to you."

"Well, you more than have," I said. "That computer is of higher quality and higher priced than my last one."

He looked to be struggling with something. "I was hoping of doing a little more than that...."

My heart began to quicken because I think I knew where this was going. God, I hope I was wrong.

"Maybe taking you to dinner?" he gave me one of his soft smiles.

Shit. There was no way I could do this. Going out on a date with a damn Ken doll would surely affect my self-esteem. There was no way I was doing that to myself. "There's really no need," I insisted. "The computer, again, is more than enough. Thank you."

There was a shift in Jin's demeanor. He stood a little straighter and one of his eyes half closed in a flirty type of way. His damn lip even lifted up to half a smirk as he took a few more steps to me; we were now only about a foot away from each other.

I wanted nothing more than to take several steps back to create a wider gap between us. My damn feet were stuck like glue, though. Even my breath was caught in my chest again. Fuck, I was screwed.

"How about a dinner as a congratulations for the new position at your job?" he asked, his voice low and buttery.

"I haven't been given it yet. Maybe I won't." My voice was incredibly shaky, it was embarrassing.

Judging by how his smile was widening, he was enjoying my physical reaction. I had a strong feeling he was going to use it to his advantage. "Well, if you don't then I would like to take you out to dinner as another apology. The computer was to replace your old one. If you don't get the promotion, then that's my fault. I need to righten my mistakes. The least I can do if you don't get that position is take you on several, long dates to make up for it."

"So, if I get it then it'll only be one date?" I asked with hope. I was positive about getting the promotion and I think my brain could handle one date.

He let out a scoff that sounded sexy as fuck. "No, if you get the promotion, then we need several, long dinners to celebrate."

He was getting closer, his face still was at a respectable distance, but his entire essence was wrapping around mine. Shit, shit, shit!

"Hyung, there you are," came a voice from behind us.

It was like someone had shaken me awake. My body turned around to find a young, tall, and cute-looking guy standing by the door.

He was way too young, but I bet plenty who were about a decade younger than me would find him completely appealing. He probably had plenty of young girls at his feet.

His eyes met mine and he gave a sweet smile. He gave me a polite greeting. "Hello. My name is Jungkook."

I gave a greeting back and introduced myself.

Jungkook's round eyes turned to Jin. "We gotta go. Vans are waiting."

Jin nodded. "Right." He turned to me, his smile returning. "Do you want me to send a car to your home or work?" he asked, confidently.

"You really don't have to," I said, hoping I was still able to get out of it.

"But I want to," he said with finality. "So, your place or work?"

I didn't know what to answer with. My head was screaming at me to reject him, but my damn mouth wasn't listening.

"That's alright. I'll send you a car to your home. That way you have time to get ready." He took out his phone and did something in it. Quickly after, he put his phone away. "Be ready at 8. Nothing fancy. We can keep it casual." With a half-smile and a wink, he turned away and walked to the door, where Jungkook was.

Jungkook looked incredibly entertained, a wide smile on him and a small giggle coming out of him. "Is this her?" I'm not sure if he realized his volume.

Jin waved at him, signaling him to shut up as he pushed him out of the room.

Jungkook let out another giggle and left with Jin.

After a long moment of not moving, my body finally reacted. I took out my phone, more than ready to call my cousin to yell at her.

However, as soon as I looked at my phone, I noticed a message from an unknown contact that I received just a moment ago.

UNKNOWN: Save my number. I'll message you when the car is waiting for you outside your place.

How in the hell?!

I rushed to the door and looked down the hall. Jin and Jungkook were several doors down, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

"How did you get my number?" I called out, flabbergasted as I held onto my cell phone. There was no way my cousin would have given it to him...right?? Did she also give him my home address?!

But he didn't look back. He continued to walk with confidence.

Jungkook turned to me, took a look at my phone, and let out a laugh. He gave Jin a pat on the shoulder. "Smooth."

Even from where I was standing, I could tell Jin had a wide smile on his face.

I wasn't the type to get swooned so easily. And I had never said yes to a date with a guy I didn't even know. But somehow, this World Wide Handsome fellow was pulling me in and even this kid, Jungkook, could see it.

And I hated him.

Hated him for his charms.

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