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Can you be friend with your husband's ex-girlfriend ? - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Everyone always think you and Selina Kyle don’t like each others, solely for the fact that she used to "date” your husband. But as usual in life, things are much more complicated than that...A fluffy Drabble mainly about how truly strong, Bruce and reader’s love is.

Listen. My students were having quiet reading times, and I had a sudden burst of inspiration as one of them chose a French story in which a mother and a step-mother unite fronts to save their little magical kid (I love that story haha), and it suddenly inspired me. I LOVE Catwoman. Like. A lot. And in my head, her and Batmom have always been...Oh. No spoilers. The rest in this story ;). Hope you’ll like this little bonus story ! :

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“You look beautiful mom, do you have a date with father ? I thought date nights were on Thursdays.”

You jumped a little in the air as your son’s voice resonate in the foyer. Definitely didn’t hear him, sneaky little bugger. You turn around towards him, and smile, saying :

“It is on Thursdays, my little buddy. I’m having a girls night out, tonight.”

“Girls night out ?”

“Yes. You know, Cass and I are the only girls of the family. Sometimes we need to vent to our peers. Cass usually goes to see Steph and Babs, I go out with my friends.”

You smile at him again, ruffling his hair, and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit. In recent months, Damian found that he actually loves, when the one he came to call “mom” (you), ruffled his hair. It made him feel like the little boy he was, as odd as it could sound to anyone not knowing him.

“I didn’t know you went on such nights.”

“I do, once a month. You just haven’t noticed because it’s usually on nights you’re out with your father rather early.”

“I see. If it isn’t too -he hesitates- personal, can I ask with who you are going out ? Who are your friends ?”

Your smile widens. Because just over a year back, that boy would’ve never cared about this. About who you hung out with, or about you in general.

Ah, since he came in your life, he went a long way. The mere fact he wanted to know more about you was proof enough, and you felt absolutely touched.

Even more so as you realized that he not only asked about your friends because he wanted to know you, but because he was a little worried about who you might spend time with, wether they’d put you in danger or not...So, oh so sweet.

“Well, as cliche as it sounds, I’m going out with mainly other supermoms. We like to vent about...Things -you were aware that telling your son you and your friends love to vent about them wasn’t the best answer right now haha- So, Lois, you know her of course. Jon’s mom. There’s also Dinah, Connor’s mom. You saw him a few time at the Watchtower, although he’s quite younger than you so I don’t think you interact much. I bet you already know she’s Black Canary, and married to Green Arrow, I saw you snoop in your father’s files.”

Your son’s face redden a little, but you give him a reassuring winks totally meaning : “I snooped around too”, and it makes him smile. You continue :

“And finally there’s Diana. She’s not a mom yet, but she loooooves to listen to our stories. She’s also great at changing subjects and partying, who would’ve thought right ? I guess having thousand of years of practice helps. I’m sure you know she’s Wonder Woman eh. Oh, and of course, there’s Selina.”

“Selina ?”

“Yes.”

“As in...Catwoman ?”

“Yes ?”

You can see your son wants to add something, and you’re pretty sure you know what it’s gonna be. But you let him ask naturally, leave him time to gather his thoughts and dare to ask. After all, you want to instal an atmosphere of trust, between you and your children. You want them to know they can always ask you anything. So you wait. Finally, Damian says :

“Why are you meeting with this woman ? Don’t you like, hate her ?”

"Why would I hate her ?”

You know exactly why he’s thinking that. But you want him to elaborate, to make sense of his feelings about the subject. Simply, to talk.

“Well...her and father used to...you know...”

It’s not quite as formed as you were hoping for, but you do know. And at least, he tried. There was a time he would’ve just gotten mad you purposefully pretended not to understand his meaning, and would’ve left this instant.

You smile at him once more. To be honest, so many people thought you and Selina Kyle didn’t get along.

You guess it would make sense, it’t true, she’s your husband ex after all. AND one of the only woman for whom he truly cared about. Those, were very few...

In fact, there was only three of you, in Bruce’s life, that truly made a difference. Sure, he had been infatuated before, with quite a few women. But only three, truly stood out.

Talia Al’Ghul, of course. Not his first love (that was Julie Madison, although he was much too young to really know what love even was, and compared to you, it was just mild infatuation). But someone that used to be important nonetheless. The reason your sweet Damian (yes, sweet, especially when around you) was alive.

She was important, once. When he was training under her father’s guidance, before he realized who Ras really was.

Talia was a complicated woman who unfortunately could never truly get away from her upbringing, no matter how hard she tried. She was “too far gone”, by her own words. It was clear to Bruce, that if even herself thought she was un-savable, he couldn’t do much either. He did try, though. But it just never worked.

You were certain that she left Damian in Bruce’s care, when the boy was barely ten, exactly because she didn’t want him to turn out like her. Which in itself, was a little redemption act, no ? At least, you thought so.

Didn’t mean that you thought you could change her mind about those “world domination” plans that were ingrained in her mind since she was born. Fact is, she gave Damian a chance.

You never hated Talia. You actually felt pretty sorry for her.

She could’ve had such a different life, if, all those years ago, she had been able to leave her father. Not that you would want to, it’d mean that you and Bruce would never be (even if deep down, you knew that you and him would always end up together, no matter what...it would’ve just been a little lethal for you, if Talia was more around um um).

Talia never even really tried to get “her” son back. It seemed she completely accepted to “give him” to you. She self-admittedly never really knew how to be a mother, and there was that time she had him killed because she thought it was meant to be...

Not that, anyway, you’d ever let that happen again. You made it very clear you wouldn’t. And your resolve and anger could be scary, even to Talia Al’Ghul.

Plus, the day she had Damian killed, she realized she didn’t want that...anyway long story short, she was no longer in his life. And although if one day she changed her mind and wanted to contact him again you wouldn’t oppose it, you knew Damian was yours. Everyone knew that if one day she would come back, beyond the fact you, Bruce, and his siblings would be here to protect Damian...The boy would never choose to go back to the Al Ghuls.

He changed drastically, since he came with you. He was no longer her son. And she knew it. And didn’t interfere so far (and you knew she never would).

He called YOU “mom”. He told YOU he loves you. You. Not her. he never interacted with you like he did with her anyway. And you still didn’t hate Talia. She was part of both Bruce, and Damian’s past (AUTHOR’S NOTE : a little reminder that Damian was born from a “test tube” with Bruce and Talia’s DNA (to simplify things), and had a surrogate mother to give birth to him (although sometimes he’s seen in literal “baby pods” like in Death Stranding haha). He was born A WHILE after Bruce left Talia and the League behind. He wasn’t born 9 months after. This is important infos so things fit timeline wise :)).

The second woman who had a great impact on your husband’s life, and who used to be “his”, was...Selina Kyle.

For a long time Bruce felt like she was the only one to understand him. The only one accepting him for who he was, with no compromise. The only person on this Earth that wouldn’t try to change him. And although things were often “on and off”, and complicated, it was nice, to feel like he belonged. And Selina... Selina was the only one giving him this feeling.

But...Well, he was wrong.

Because then, you, the “third” and yet most important woman in his life, appeared.

You arrived years after his love story with Talia, and quite a while after he started to realize him and Selina were maybe not meant to be. Too many differences, even as they understood each others (or at least he thought they did).

Then you barged in. A bit younger than him. Unafraid to be yourself, bold and utterly stubborn. Turning his world upside down, and making him reconsider if he ever knew what the word “love” meant before you.

But that, was another story. Anyone seeing you with him, and particularly the way he looked at you, would instantly know how crazy he was about you. How desperately in love he was.

Right now, the question wasn’t about how strong your bond was, and how he never loved anyone like he loves you.

Nope. Right now, it was all about how you didn’t hate his exes (not even Talia). How anyway, they were part of his life at some point, that was a fact you could never change.

Before you, Bruce had a past. Past.

A past. A path. A path that lead him to you. A path that taught him to not make the same mistakes he made before, and a path that showed him it was you. That it has always been you.

A past path, that couldn’t compare to his present with you.

You didn’t even feel particularly jealous of them, you knew how Bruce felt about you, and that they were just that...part of his past.

Now, sure. You would probably never even be friendly with Talia. Who she was and what she stood for made it so. The opposite of you, really.

But Selina ? Well. Selina was another story.

You smile at your son, and say :

“Do you think of Selina and I as “conventional women” ? “

His answer came without a second of hesitation, Damian didn’t even have to think to say what he thought of your question :

“Certainly not.”

“Exactly. Now. Maybe society teaches girls they should instantly hate their boyfriend’s ex, but I chose not to listen. It’s a toxic view of life, and not all exes are crazy jealous psychos as the people make it sound ? Sometimes, like in your father and Selina’s case, the relationship ends on good terms. Selina is a great woman. As soon as she knew your dad and I were actually a thing, she backed off.”

Well. That wasn’t entirely true. She backed off of Bruce. But she still LOVED driving him crazy jealous by openly flirting with you.

“And I know how your dad feels about me. I trust him, too. Trust is important, you know that now right ? -he nods- So. Why would I hate someone I have a lot in common with, and with whom I’d probably be friend anyway if you father wasn’t in the picture ?”

“I...I guess you wouldn’t ?”

“And I indeed don’t.”

Your son was visibly confused, and you couldn’t blame him really.

Because of how the World was, but also because of who raised him (Talia was...a jealous woman), you understood how he couldn’t quite understand you not feeling threaten in the least by the fact Selina was your Broosh’s ex. So you say, kissing his forehead :

“I’ll tell you a few stories, soon. And I think you’ll get it.”

“Ok, mom.”

You smiled. He hadn’t call you “mom” for very long, and you quickly noticed he used every opportunity to use the word. It melted your heart.

“Now, I have to go ! If I’m late, Diana is going to fly me out of here, and your father HATES when she does that. Goodnight baby, see you soon. Make sure to eat a proper dinner. I told Alfred but I trust you to listen. And force your dad to have one too, when I’m not here, he forgets things...even as important as literally feeding himself. Too engrossed in his project, you know. Anyway, love you. Good night !”

“Good night, mom.”

And with a last smile, you go out and leave behind a son that has a LOT of things to think about.

************

A few days later, it was Damian’s mandatory night off and he was going to bed early. Your orders. You convinced him, by promising to read him a bedtime story.

Many would think your son was too proud to even admit you still read him stories before bed, even as he was approaching the age of 12. But many would be wrong.

If there was something Damian wasn’t afraid of, it was to tell the world how much of a mamma’s boy he was. Nobody could blame him, he never really had a “real” mom. Not one like you, at least, who taught him with love and patience, and not hired assassins and blood.

“Ok Little Buddy, what will it be tonight ?”

"The story of how you became friend with Catwoman ?”

Your taken aback for a few seconds, you had totally forgotten about telling him about your “girls night out”. But then you smile, settle down next to him on his bed, and as he threw his heavy and comfortable quilt on both of you, you start your story.

The day she saved your life.

The first time you realized you and Selina could very well become friends one day, was that time she literally saved your life. Definitely a hint that she didn’t hate you, at least.

And you ? Sure, at first you were a little insecure because you knew she was Bruce’s ex and Selina was...Well she was a gorgeous woman, smart, witty, and very VERY hot.

But after seeing her a few times there and there, and seeing how she interacted with Bruce...you knew Selina Kyle was not the “home wrecker” time. That she would never try anything with him, as long as she knew you two were a thing.

Sure she was a thief, unscrupulously taking whatever she wanted from whomever she wanted...but “someone else’s man” was definitely where she drew a limit. She felt absolutely no pleasure being a mean spirited person.

And she saw how happy Bruce was with you...Which lead to that fateful night during which you two started to get closer.

Because sure, you fought off your insecurities about her being his ex, but you weren’t exactly friendly. You just...knew of each others.

The change happened not long after Bruce made it official with the media that he was no longer “Gotham’s most eligible bachelor”, and was in a serious relationship with you.

To your surprise, the people in the city took it really well. Bruce was a beloved figure, they were happy that after years of clearly love life instability, he found someone. Sure, a few women and men had their heart broken, their dreams shattered, and were totally jealous of you but...

Anyone seeing you with him just instantly knew you guys were the real deal. That it was true love, as cheesy as it sounded. It was just that obvious.

Maybe too obvious.

Clearly, soon, everyone in Gotham knew how much Bruce Wayne cared about his girlfriend. How he would do anything for her. And...Well.

This was Gotham. Do you get the picture ?

It was a time during which you hadn’t moved in with him just yet. You’d do that only a few months later, not long before you and Bruce would adopt Dick.

But for now, you still had your studio apartment in the heart of Gotham (refusing to take any handouts from Bruce, who could definitely get you a better place), and you were going back there after a few meeting with your publishers.

You were suppose to meet Bruce the next day, as tonight, he was working on some important “Batcases”. You didn’t mind too much. Sometimes, it was nice to be alone with yourself, gave you a moment of self-care and calm.

You loved Bruce of course, and loved being with him, but it was still nice to have some alone time nonetheless.

Anyway. You were walking back, feeling rather good about the bath bomb that was waiting for you back home (it was from your favorite artisanal shop, a gift from Bruce, who definitely had no qualms buying you hundreds of dollars worth of bath bombs haha...If he couldn’t help you get a better apartment, didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna spoil you otherwise).

That’s when it happened. You never even saw it coming. One second you were walking down the street, the next you had a damp towel around your mouth and nose, and everything went to black.

************

You woke up in a warehouse. By the salty smell in the air though, you guessed you were somewhere on the docks. Which didn’t tell much, there was a lot of docks, in Gotham. Perks of living on a city with a seafront view ?

There was a group of men in a corner, playing cards. In front of you, a camera. You were gagged, your arms and legs were bound, and your head hurt like hell.

“Hey, she woke up.”

A shuffling to your side. The men playing cards were moving. They came to you, one turned the camera on. The other one put on some headphones and slowly directed a mic towards you, as the last man pulled on a ski mask and settled in front of the camera.

Nothing made sense to you. Until the man in front of the camera started to talk.

“Bruce Wayne. We have your girlfriend. If you don’t bring us-”

Oh. Oh. You were kidnapped. And those men wanted a ransom. An insane amount of money. That you knew Bruce had, but still. Ah.

You had to get out of here. You had to.

You looked around you, nothing. And there were the three men. Oh. Oh but the edges of your chair were sharp. And if you slowly made a back and forth movement with your wrists, you could see it slowly cutting the ropes. And so, you got to work.

Only...

“Believe me, we won’t hesitate to hurt her. Here, a proof of “good faith”.”

Huh ? OUTCH ! The man in front of the camera had just almost knocked you out with the force of his punch in your jaw. You were wondering if he hadn’t broken it. You couldn’t quite think anymore, and could feel the tears slowly falling on their own from your eyes...

Damn, it hurt. You didn’t see it coming either, too focused on slowly cutting the ropes while making sure they didn’t notice.

“Ok, I think that’s good. Whaddaya think, Rupert ?”

“We can do another take if you want, and then edit the punch in ? I’m not sure she can handle another hit like that, she looks pretty shaken up.”

“Ah well we-”

“Oooooh booyyys !”

Your ears were ringing, everything was blurry, and your head hurt so much. But you definitely recognized that voice.

“Catwoman, you’re early.”

Huh ? What was she doing here...

“Well, I thought I’d pop in a little earlier knowing you boys would be around. I’m sort of in a hurry. I accept cash of course, as usual. I think you’ll find the array of jewelries I brought today to be...What the hell are you doing ?”

“Mm ? Oh, her ? A little side operation. She’s Bruce Wayne’s sweetheart. Rumors has it he’d burn the world for her, we thought we’d take advantage of it and expend our business.”

“That’s quite a jump from fencing stolen jewelries, to kidnapping, isn’t it ?”

The man shrugged, and turned back to you.

“Well, you don’t achieve anything if you don’t start new ventures. And there’s big money to be made here. For sure. That idiot Wayne will pay up, there’s no doubt.”

You heard the click-clacks of heels, and a shadow came into your vision.

“What did you do to her, you animals ?”

“Just a punch. And maybe we weren’t too delicate with her when we moved her to our van, and then here. But it’s fine. Nothing too bad really.”

Slowly you were regaining your vision. And the pain was retrieving. You had never been punched before. You kinda hope it would never happen again...

The way those thugs were talking about the all thing was so casual, from them talking about how they’d edit the video destined to Bruce, to how they were just saying they were expanding their operation...For a little bit, you almost forgot you were from Gotham.

Gotham.

America’s capital of crime.

Where little thugs like those ones were plenty.

Men who thought they could “make it big”.

Gotham.

A place that bred someone like your Bruce, and his nightly activities...

Selina’s voice raised again, harsh and dry :

“I give you all the things I stole in the past month, in exchange of her.”

There’s a short silence, followed by a chuckle from one of the man, clearly the leader, who answers :

“Oh please. We ain’t stupid. We know her value. And we know someone like you, wouldn’t trade anything in for her if she wasn’t valuable. You’re not exactly known to be a nice woman.”

There’s a hint of anger crossing Selina’s face, and you immediately understand where it comes from. Sure. She was a thief. A criminal. And sometimes, she’d rough up some security guards, or some fellow criminals that think they could cross her.

But she was no brute.

She would never NEVER kidnap anyone, and especially not an innocent.

She protected children, and defenseless woman in her neighborhood, and whenever she could. She wasn’t exactly a hero, like Bruce; That’s for sure. But she wasn’t a bad person. No. She wasn’t.

And those guys words ? Just infuriated her.

“Mm. Too bad for you. Don’t go out and say I didn’t give you a chance. Really, too bad. I liked doing business with you.”

“What are you-”

In an instant, Selina sprout in action, and knocked the three men out before they could even realize. That was impressive. Even gagged, you could hear yourself utter a “wow” as she rushed back to you to untie you.

She smiled as she saw you made a good way through the ropes, and were most likely be able to get out of your bounds at some point. You were glad you didn’t though, because you weren’t quite sure what you were going to do once free ?

You fall forward on the floor and she catches you. Your head is still ringing, as you look at Selina.

There is genuine concern on her face.

How odd.

"Are you okay ?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Good. Cause I refuse to be the one telling Bruce the person he loves the most in this world died. Again.”

“Yes. Thank you I-I...”

“Hey, are you okay ? (Y/N) ? (Y/N) ??”

You could hear Selina call to you, and it felt like her voice was slowly fading into the distance...The adrenaline gone, the stress of it all gone, you had simply passed out.

************

“Is she alright ?!”

Bruce arrived, bursting through a window, and ran to you. Your head was in Selina’s lap (she felt bad just leaving you laying down there on the hard concrete ground), and she was casually sitting, her back against a container.

She was surrounded by the knocked out bodies of your aggressors.

“Yes. Yes she’s just sleeping. She got roughed up a little bit, but I checked. Nothing too bad. It’ll leave a few bruises. Nothing time cannot heal.”

After saving you, totally by chance, Selina called Bruce on his red phone, so he would know it’s an emergency.

It didn’t even take him more than ten minutes to drop the case he was working on, cross town, and arrive.

He kneeled next to you, and checked every part of you to make sure Selina was right. But it did appear you were just asleep. The shock was too big, probably.

“How did you know she was here ?”

“I didn’t. It was all luck. Those men were some...um...Associates of mine.”

“You have associates that kidnap women ?”

There was anger in Bruce’s voice, but Selina knew better than to think it was aimed at her. No. It was anger he felt towards those men who hurt you, and towards himself, too, as he wasn’t there to take care of you.

“No. She’s their first.”

He looks at you, with a longing and love in his eyes that he never looked at Selina with. She recognizes it instantly. He’s more in love with you than he ever been with her. Was it even really love, between them, or a strong friendship ? Sometimes, the two were difficult to dissociate.

She stares at him, because it’s quite something, to see the Batman himself so desperately in love that he dropped everything he was doing to run to you, knowing that you were safe.

It’s quite something, to see the Batman himself ready to give it all up just for one person. Something he was never willing to do before. Never willing to do with Selina...

She stares at him, and smiles. An almost sad smile, because it hurts a bit, he never looked at her like that. But a smile nonetheless, because she knows now for sure, that he found his true love.

Nobody would peg Catwoman for a romantic, but oh, oh she was a hopeless sap. Especially when it touched her dear friends.

Bruce looks at her, and mistakes that look in her eyes for something that isn’t there. She can see it instantly. He thinks she’s sad, that she’s truly hurt he found someone else. That he moved on.

She’s not. But of course, he would think so.

“Selina I-”

“Don’t Bruce. It’s ok. You and I were never meant to be together, and we knew it. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friend. I actually think we work better, as friends, don’t you ? Take care of her. She’s definitely a keeper.”

You slowly shift in Bruce’s arms, and he takes a look at you. At your wounds. His heart tightens, and he holds you with more force.

“Thank you.”

He barely whispers it, but Selina hears him. She smiles at him, happy that her friend found happiness. True happiness.

All she ever wanted for Bruce, was for him to find a way to be happy. Clearly, she wasn’t that. But you...You definitely were.

“I don't know what I would’ve done if she...”

“Hey, hey come on Bat. Don’t think about this. She’s fine. Just tired from the shock. She’ll recover, she’s strong. And you’ll be here, right ?”

“...Yes.”

He didn’t sound too convince, and Selina could feel a big urge to slap him across the face. Because she knew what he was thinking. And he’d better not do it.

“Bruce if you-”

“Thank you, Selina. I’m going to take her home, now. She needs the rest. And-And I do too.”

And on that note, he exited the warehouse, holding you tight in his arms. And oh. Oh Selina hoped to everything she held sacred (and that wasn’t a lot of things) that he wouldn’t be a stupid idiot.

The day she saved his heart.

He couldn’t stop thinking of that time you got hurt. Because of him. Because he was Bruce Wayne...What if anyone got wind that he was Batman ?

It’d be even worst. If someone like the Joker, or Penguin ever knew who he really was (and that was definitely a possibility), being with you would sign your death.

He had to-

“Oh god Bruce you are SO cliche.”

He slightly jumped in the air as Selina casually sat down beside him, looking down to the dark streets below. There was a slight fog, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how even the weather decided to join in ont he stereotype.

“Excuse me ?”

“You’re a living cliche. What, brooding all alone on a rooftop, on a full moon night, wondering if you should ruin your life or not, sacrifice your own happiness for dumb reasons.”

“What ?”

“What, breaking up with her to protect her ? Really ? Do you even know how dumb that sounds ?”

“I didn’t-”

“Your thoughts are plain to see. I know you, Bruce. And I noticed your face, ever since she got hurt. And what you’re thinking? Leaving her for her own safety ? D-U-M-B. So dumb.”

“Did you not pay attention to the close call she just had ?!”

“I was there to save her. And if I wasn’t, you would’ve barged in and save her. Or better yet, when I arrived, she had made her way half way through her bounds by slowly cutting it on the edge of her chair ! She might’ve escaped on her own !”

“Or gotten killed.”

“But she’s alive.”

“No thanks to me.”

“So what, you renounce happiness because maybe one day she’ll be in danger ? This is Gotham, Bruce. She is always in danger. And if you leave her alone, like I know you’re thinking about, she will definitely be an easy target. It’s not because you break up with her that people will stop thinking you care about her. In fact, after she got attacked like that, and it was made public, I bet the opposite will happen. Criminals in Gotham are a lot of things, but dumb is unfortunately not one of them. They WILL come after you if you leave her to fend for herself. If you break up.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. Come on Bruce. I was born here. You too. And her too. Hell, I saw her give a nasty right hook to more than one person, in the short time I’ve known her ! One of those being Mayor Hady himself, and that was BEFORE she started to date you, how fearless is she, huh ?”

“That’s the problem.”

“Her fearlessness ? Sounds to me like it to be taken advantage of. Train her. Teach her to fight, to defend herself. Give her the keys, to survive. Just like you gave yourself the keys to go on your “justice” mission.”

“I...I can’t.”

“Why ?”

“Because she...She shouldn’t live this kind of life.”

“A little late, no ? She knows who you really are already. And she stayed. Even then, shouldn’t this be her own choice ? Shouldn’t she decide on what she deserves ?”

“Selina-”

“Nu-hu. Don’t start with this. You tried to do the same with me, and I didn’t have the patience to stay. But I know she does. I know you can try to push her through the front door, she’ll climb through the window. She, unlike me or anyone else, will see right through your bullshit. Does, see right through your bullshit. And is willing to put up with it...You’ll never find someone else who does.”

“I know...”

“Then, what are you doing ?”

And with that, Selina rolled her eyes, grumbled something about him being a stubborn idiot, said : “think of her feelings for once, and not your own. Because you damn well know Bruce, that if you leave her, it will be out of selfishness, not because you think it’s truly the only way.”, and jumped from the building to the one next door, leaving Bruce with too many thoughts and dilemmas...

Even if in the end, the answer became obvious to him.

************

“As if I would ever let that happen anyway.”

“I’m sorry ?”

Years later, Bruce told you the story of how he almost broke up with you not long after you two moved in together, shortly before you adopted Dick.

“She was right you know ? I would’ve climbed through the window. See. If I knew for sure you were leaving me because you didn’t love me, then I would leave you alone of course. But I would’ve definitely called your bluff.”

“How can you be so sure ?”

He smiles fondly at you, bringing you into a warm embrace as you roll your eyes at him. Ah but of course, even him always knew you could see right through him, even when he tried to hide his emotions.

“Please, Bruce. You can’t fool me. You were never able to, and I don’t think you’ll ever learn to. Or I’ll just learn your new tricks, and crack you anyway. And believe me, if you had tried to leave me at that time...I wouldn’t’ve let that happen.”

He lays his forehead on yours, unable to say another word. Tonight, he was able to tell you this story that was now “silly”, but that almost tore his heart away from him.

Because if he had lose you to his own stupidness, he would’ve become just an empty shell. Back to those dark days of loneliness, and acting like a machine while his entire soul was hurting.

Sure. Now this story sounded silly. But oh, oh if he had gone through with it. If-

“I’ll have to thank Selina though. Because she avoided me going through the trouble of drilling into your thick skull that it’s ok to be happy. And be afraid for those you love. Especially in your situation...”

“I know.”

He holds you tighter. Just as every time he realizes how lucky he is to have another shot at this “family” thing. How lucky he is, that you’re here, with him.

And Selina was truly to thanks for that, in a way.

Because, you were almost sure you could’ve change his mind and not break up with you. But there was this slight possibility, this slight one you’d fail...

Maybe you would’n’t’ve been able to convince him to stay with you. Maybe. There was still a chance, right ? So you’re thankful. Your thankful for having such a good friend. For having Selina in your life.

You’re thankful that one day, a stupid mistake you made truly started this dear friendship.

The day she became a friend.

You had always been quite a “lone wolf” sort of person. So you didn’t have a lot of friends. Your childhood best friend, Alex, had moved across the country years ago. And making new friends as the wife of Bruce Wayne was hard.

This was a time BEFORE you met the others from the League. BEFORE any of them knew the Batman had a family.

Of course, before introducing you to them, he had to make sure things were safe. That they could be trusted (A/N : if you wanna see the day he does trust them, here’s the story I wrote about it haha : “You have kids ?? And…A WIFE ?”).

So, you didn’t have many friends. And sometimes...You wished you did.

Someone that wasn’t your Broosh. Or your kid. Or Alfred.

You told everything to Bruce, but sometimes...Well sometimes certain issues, you couldn’t talk to him about. Like for example the time he annoyed the hell out of you. Sure you’d tell it to his face, and you guys would fight, then work it out, and finally make up, and you didn’t want to bring back the issues you know ? You wouldn’t vent to him about him, eh ?

Bruce was definitely your best friend. But he was also the man you loved. And sometimes, it was nice to have an “outside” perspective.

Someone with whom you could gossip a little (although you did gossip plenty with your husband, when at charity balls and galas).

And then, slowly, you realized what you actually were feeling...

Selina.

You were missing her.

It had been a little while since the last time you saw her.

Ever since she saved your life, and knocked some sense in your Broosh, whenever you saw her, you’d have such a interesting and compelling conversations.

It was oh so pleasant, to gang up on Bruce and make fun of him. His pride was always hit, and he’d frown in such a delightful way.

At the same time, she knew him rather well, and you knew him rather well, and you three had a lot in common and it sometimes felt like you were a trio from a very cliched “chosen one” story.

Hermione, Ron, Harry.

Percy, Annabeth, Grover.

Any trio really. It even inspired some of your stories. Yet...Yet you wouldn’t call her quite a “friend”. Why that ?

You weren’t sure. It just was never made official, and in your anxiety riddled mind it meant that you weren’t friends, then.

Yet you missed her. And earlier in the day, you saw something that made you want to call her and talk to her about it !

Should you call her ? Send a text ? You had her number. She once wrote it on a napkin and slipped it in your pocket right in front of Bruce, just to mess with him. You kept it, and put it in your phone, not really knowing why.

Taking your phone, you started to draft a text (it had to be drafted before being send, it you were even going to send it...your anxiety made it so that even with texts, you had to make sure you didn’t sound stupid or such).

You didn’t really have any intention to send it. You were just toying with a few ideas when...

No. Oh no.

Oh fuck. No. No no no no no no.

Instead of hitting the “back” key to erase the text for good and move on from this weird move, you pressed “send”. Shit. Fuck. Motherfucker.

It was such a dumb text as well.

“Hey girlfriend, wanna hang out ?”

You were just trying out different ways of writing a text, and were entering “stupid silly mode”, which was the step right before you usually gave up and didn’t send something (you had MANY of those moments when starting to date Bruce...Moments during which you almost send some really sappy and silly texts, making the mistakes a few time to indeed press “send”...mortifying...why, why were you never learning from your mistakes ?!).

You were in your office, in the Wayne Inc building (you settled your writing office there, so it was more convenient to see your Bruce, but also to handle taking care of your son, Dick), downright panicking about this stupid text, when you heard a knock on your door.

How long had you been beating yourself down about this ? AN HOUR ?! Damn. Anxiety never let you keep track of time. You-

“Hey...girlfriend.”

Bollocks.

It was her. Selina. And you could hear her smug smile in her voice. You were facing your windows, not wanting to turn around, and it was getting a little awkward. Selina broke the silence :

“Listen, I thought you did want to hang out and was just making an inside joke by being overly girly, you know, imitating those models Bruce used to date ? But I realize maybe this was um, a mistake ?”

She sounds so unsure. You never heard her sound unsure before ! So you turn around, and here she is, a little shy.

Catwoman. A little shy ?

And all of a sudden, you realize she must’ve felt the same about you. Consider you a friend, but since you never talked about it never took it for granted, for something sure, settled in stone ?

And your text maybe confirmed you were, indeed, friends ?

And here it was.

From that day, and on.

The official beginning of your friendship.

Of course, you both saw the other as a friend since a while before, but it’s with this embarrassing text that it really changed everything.

Made it “official”.

Made it clear to the both of you.

It never occurred to you that Selina too, could sometimes have insecurities and be anxious. But that day, as she shyly responded to your call, hopeful it meant you were really friends...

Being her, it was also hard to make friend.

She had been friend with Bruce for a long time. The fact she was yours now too, filled her with joy. Because she really liked the both of you, in the most platonic way that ever existed.

Yes. Her and Bruce worked better as friends anyway.

Ah. But wasn’t this how the best friendship started ? With a push from fate, a little awkwardness, and a lot of laughter once the initial shock passed ?

Girls night out.

It happened a day during which you, Dinah and Lois were...not in a great mood.

Your husbands were aggravating, your children got into troubles and shenanigans, you had so much to do...it was a lot of stress, and it was all released at the same time.

You all left your house yelling that you “needed air”, and left behind rather stunned husbands and children. Ah but yes, everything wasn’t always perfect, even amongst loving families.

And your first reflex ? To call each others.

That’s it. That’s how girls night out started. The realization sometimes you needed to wind down with some friends. But quickly, you realized that the three of you talked mainly about your kids and husbands, and by extension, the “superhero work”. Which was fine, you needed to vent but...It wasn’t helping you relieve some tension.

And that’s when you got an idea.

Who better than Selina Kyle to make you NOT talk about your families ?

You joined in a bar every first Wednesday of the month, starting at happy hours for you, Dinah and Lois. Ranting about your families, and about annoying habits your husbands had etc etc...And then you were joined a bit later in the evening by Selina and Diana.

And that’s when the fun really began.

It became a ritual.

Girls night out (A/N : maybe I should write a story about that one day haha).

This was one such night, and you had let lose a little bit more than usual because...for the first night in nine months, you could drink a little bit of alcohol.

Alcohol had never been your thing, but a sweet cocktail there and there was nice. Now, while being pregnant with your youngest, Thomas, obviously you weren’t going to do that.

And you had missed a few “girls night out” because you were too damn pregnant.

But now, he was OUT, and you were TOO.

Well. Diana said something like that, as she kept giving you more and more cocktails.

Long story short, you were a little tipsy. And definitely not able to drive. And so here was your savior, Selina.

She didn’t really drink, knowing you would totally let loose. So she drove you home.

You were coming back a little later than usual, and you had forgotten to send a little text to Bruce to tell him so so he wouldn’t worry (Selina did it for you though, true friend had your back eh ? And she definitely didn’t want the Batman to come barge in on your girls night fun).

He opened the door as you walked up the stairs, saying bye to Selina. She had that smirk on her face, the one you knew she always had when about to tease your beloved husband. And as he slipped an arm around your waist, and turned to wave goodbye to her...She did just that :

“Careful Bat, I’m making good progress with her. If you’re not wary enough, I’ll steal her from you.”

On that note, Selina winks at the both of you, puts on her sunglasses (while it was night...Oh Selina), and drives away, smiling widely of that very Catwomanesque smug smile. Which makes you chuckle. She always made you laugh rather easily.

You turn to your bruce and...

Oh. That adorable “jealous frown” got you every time. Your smile shifts from amused to utterly affectionate, and you put your hands on his cheeks.

He was looking at Selina’s car fading into the distance, the arm he had around you tightening slightly (you were pretty sure he wasn’t even consciously doing it). Your hands on his cheeks didn’t seem to register in his mind.

So a further distraction was needed. You brush your lips against his cheek, as an attempt to drive his attention back to you and...it works.

You smile at him, and in your little hazy state you whisper in his ear :

“I love you, my Broosh.”

He can’t help but feel a surge of warm feelings towards you, and bring you in a tight hug. Partly because he can’t help it, partly because he’s trying to hide the slight blush growing on his face whenever you surprise him with “I love yous”, and that always made him snicker at him...Only you could fluster him so.

“I love you too.”

You tripped on air, as, once again, you were a little tipsy, and he catches you...Good, he needed an excuse to carry you bridal style anyway.

He always liked doing so, any excuse to have you near really. And as your face approach for a loving kiss you-

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“Wait wait wait mooooom !! You don’t have to leave this gross part in !”

“What gross part ?”

“The sappy declaration of love, and the kiiiisses !!”

“Oh ? But don’t every story have to end with a kiss ? And a happy ever after ?”

“Nu-huh ! Also HEY ! None of your stories end like this, I know, I read them all !”

You chuckle slowly at your boy’s reaction, and kiss him on the forehead. Quite touched he read all your stories.

“Time for bed, little buddy.”

You say, slipping out of his quilt and tucking him in. You can see he pensively thinks about your little friendship story, and finally he says :

“I’ll try to be nicer to Miss Kyle. I never trusted her, because of her past with father. But maybe she deserves a chance ?”

“She does.”

“If you say so, then I believe it.”

It touches you, how much blind faith your son puts in you. You smile, giving him another kiss to his forehead, as he says :

“Thank you for telling me the story, mom. It was nice.”

Behind this “it was nice”, there isn’t just the story itself, but the knowledge that as you grow up...Your feelings change.

You change.

And you go through a lot of heartaches, before finally finding the right persons to surround yourself with.

Beyond the story itself, Damian related to how it took both you and Bruce a lot of trials and errors, before finding each others. How you loved before you met the other, but it never compared to how you love each others.

How you found good friends along the way, and how even when things sounded desperate and lonely...you made it through.

So he could certainly do so, too ? Even more so since now, he was a big brother.

Thomas was barely a few weeks old, but Damian had already taken his role very seriously. And you knew he was going to continue to grow, to love, to hurt too sometimes...and to evolve.

Just like you and Bruce did.

So. No. You didn’t hate Selina Kyle just because she and your husband used to be a thing. In fact...

In fact, Selina had become both of your best friend. Unfortunately for Bruce, she often took your side on everything, and LOVED to drive him crazy by openly flirting with you.

And she had been by your side through many good moments, and bad ones. The first to respond when your family needed it. The one you’d always be there for, and vice versa.

A best friend.

Quite an important find.

When you met Bruce, not only did you meet the love of your life, but also one of your best and most precious friend.

Conclusion : is it possible to be friend with your husband’s ex ? Absolutely.

Especially when that “ex” was someone as extraordinary as Selina Kyle, and when the love that linked you and your husband was so impossible to even graze.

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And yet another bonus story that I had no intention to write but suddenly felt the need to haha. Don’t worry, the rest of the stories I announced are still coming ;). I guess there’s nothing bad in having little bonus ones in between hehe. I hope you liked this, again it’s just a little drabble.

As usual comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and motivating <3.

PS : I wrote this, like all drabbles, in like thirty minutes. Didn’t re-read. Sorry for any typos. Don’t hesitate to point any huge ones to me, Ill change it x_x.

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OK, Em. I'm going to need ... the biggest favor of your life... I want, no, I NEED, to have a very, very fluffy 12, with I+J that MIGHT turn into (or like get close to H) with Winters

Is this...does this.. count as fluff? Please forgive my black heart if not.

Barbara took one last, grateful drag on her cigarette before flicking it to the ground. She watched as it fell down, down between the silver benches of the bleachers that glinted with the new spring sunlight. It was warm that day. Even so, small, stubborn piles of snow clung to existence in the shadowed areas around the school grounds.

Barbara was startled by the sudden clanging of footsteps on hollow metal. Instinctively, she stuffed her pack of cigarettes beneath the folds of her skirt knowing she wasn’t quick enough to slip them into her purse that had been discarded a bleacher away.

“Oh, hi there Babs.”

Barbara had been gearing up for a confrontation with one of her school administrators but was instead met by the friendly voice of someone familiar.

“Is that Dick Winters?” Barbara lifted a hand to her brow to block the mid-day sun rays. The shaded view revealed a red-haired young man with a worn-out gym bag in hand. He looked up at her with an expression she knew well. How many times had he caught her staring at him when he was over visiting her older brother? His face said nothing but was friendly enough. His mouth hung slightly open, his puckered lips chapped as they always were. Dick looked fuller than he had before he left to train as a soldier. Although his face was the same as it had been since they had been kids, his body was no longer the underdeveloped lanky figure of a boy.

“You haven’t graduated already have you?” Dick called up. He sat on the bleachers pulling on sneakers.

“You haven’t been gone that long!” Barbara called back.

“Shouldn’t you be in class then?” His tone wasn’t accusatory nor did it hold any judgment. He was simply asking. Barbara knew he meant nothing by it and yet it triggered something defensive in her.

“None of your business, Dick Winters.”

He didn’t respond but Barbara didn’t miss the little half-smile he shot her before jumping onto the red clay track. Barbara watched him run around it for a while before the school bell rang and she decided she could manage history class that afternoon.

Barbara saw Dick around a lot in the following weeks. He was home for a short hiatus before he would return to Georgia to continue his training, this time with the airborne. The airborne was made up of a new, elite kind of soldier. If anyone could step up to that task it would be Dick, Barbara thought.

Barbara’s older brother Mac was one of Dick’s good childhood friends; meaning, Barbara's crush on him started in childhood (not that Dick ever realized). Mac and Dick had the sort of friendship that was only acceptable between men who had known each other their entire lives. Men of their time, especially their fathers, didn’t speak to each other as candidly and Dick and Mac could speak to each other. Which is why Barbara happened upon the embarrassing conversation that she did one night Dick was over.

The rest of their household had gone to bed but Dick and Mac were conversing in the kitchen under the dim light of a single overhead light.

“I’m worried about leaving her behind.”

“Has it gotten that bad?” Dick’s level voice asked.

Silence. Barbara's heart beat loud in her own ears, reverberating up her throat from her chest.

“She's just… lost.”

Barbara was desperate for confirmation that it was her that they were discussing.

Dick cleared his throat, “I knew she was a little wild before I left but Bab’s always had a good head on her.”

Barbara flushed red, heat filling her face, mortified that Dick had noticed she had gone wild. That word was never used in a nice way. It was the word used for girls like her when they didn’t have enough proof to call them whores. Just wait and see what happens, their eyes would say as they warned their sons. Stay away from those wild girls; as if their independence and stubborn resistance to being one more casualty of the patriarchy was a contagious disease. The last person she wanted seeing her as wild was Dick, the boy she had been in love with since he was a freckly kid made of nothing but knees and elbows.

“She is smart! She’s so smart but doesn’t have vision for-,”

Barbara couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped into the kitchen with a forced smile pasted over the hurt she felt. She leaned casually against the door frame, letting her socked feet cock one of her hips out with attitude, “talking about me boys?” she asked daringly.

Dick had the decency to blush and look down but Mac had no such embarrassment, “what’re you doing awake Barbara? It’s late.”

“I’m just getting a glass of water, gosh, don't you have work in the morning?” Barbara walked over to the cabinet but not before smacking her older brother behind the head.

The following Saturday Barbara was sat at a table outside of the drugstore. It was another beautiful spring day and though there was a slight chill to the air it was nice out in the sun. Barbara had dressed up as if she were meeting friends. Her hair was shiny and curled, her lips painted a daring shade of red, and the loneliness in her eyes were perfectly hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses through which she read Robin Hood. She was doing her best to concentrate on the words in front of her but despite her confident air she was painfully conscious of the trios and pairs of young people that kept the drugstore door bell ringing as they came and went from the soda fountain.

“Babs?” Barbara cursed at the sound of the familiar voice. She had no interest in seeing Dick today. She looked up, just barely, over the tops of her sunglasses.

“Hello Dick,” she said cordially.

“Hi,” he said in that warm familiar voice. What about his tone made it seem like they were picking up a conversation that had been interrupted? Every time.

Barbara felt herself melting right in front of him but she was determined to keep up the front she had hardened in all the months he had been gone.

“Do you mind if I…?” he gestured to the chair where her feet were currently propped. She moved them, granting him permission to sit.

“I wanted to apologize,” Dick said as soon as he sat.

Barbara pursed her lips. Her dark shades made it easier to maintain a poker face, “for what?”  

“The conversation between your brother and I that you overheard.”

Barbara stayed quiet, allowing him to continue.

“Anyways, I’m sorry if what we said was hurtful.” Dick licked his lips, giving her time to respond with forgiveness; she didn’t, at least not out loud.

But Dick wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. He knew when to graciously bow out but a gut feeling told him he wasn’t out of the game. He leaned forward on his knees and attempted to peek under Barbara’s glasses.

“Won’t you forgive me?” he asked. Barbara set her chin stubbornly and reached for her book. She placed a hand on its cover, threatening to open the book and ignore him completely.

The corner of Dick’s mouth twitched but he resisted smiling. She looked so grown up now, so beautiful. That determined little girl he had grown up with was now a fierce young woman. Dick countered her threat with a sigh. He rubbed his hands along his thighs, making as if to stand up, “I hate to leave on a bad note with you but…”

 “What? Wait!” Barbara's hand shot out before she even had time to comprehend her own movement. Her hand fell on his knee in a request for him to stay sitting beside her.

“You’re leaving already?”

“I knew that would get your attention.” He couldn’t help the mischievous smile that quickly danced across his lips.

Barbara smacked his knee lightly, in jest, “Dick Winters!”

He settled back down in his chair, this time scooting his chair a little closer to hers. He smiled that small, cock-eyed smile Barbara never dared to dream she could ever be the cause of.

#band of brothers #request game #dick winters #dick winters x oc #fluff?

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Pocket Beel! (part 1 of 2)

This was supposed to be done a week ago. It was also only supposed to be a drabble. One week and 6k words later it is exactly neither of those things. I am so sorry. I was going to look back and edit through it but I got tired of looking at it so here we are. Please forgive. I’ll post the second half later today!

Thank you to @thatfanfictionchick for encouraging me to write this and @boxbusiness ‘s amazing Pocket Beel art for inspiring it. (if you haven’t seen it yall should) I hope I did your talent justice.

Warnings: None, it’s very fluffy. Slight language? Maybe?

Summary: My OC Max has a slight misshap and missfire with a project from her Spell’s class that causes our poor glutton some misfortune. Cute chaos ensues.

"Max! Are you ready to go?" Her eyes raised to meet friendly purple and she couldn't help but grin in greeting. Beel made his way through the doorway into the mostly empty classroom towards her. "Are you still working? Class has been over for nearly twenty minutes." As he said this she heard the telltale gurgle of his stomach just as he put his hand over it. He must have eaten his afterschool snacks already.

"Sorry Beel, I'm almost done. The professor said I could stay late to get some extra practice in." She had been struggling a bit with the latest spell they were practicing in class and having the quiet space alone had helped greatly. Not that she didn't think Satan wouldn't help her back at the House, but she knew peaceful study sessions were few and far between. Something the teacher had seemed to understand when she'd asked to stay behind in the classroom.

"Did you still want to join me at the gym tonight?" Beel stood in front of her table now, she could feel his eyes on her curiously as she turned to dig into her bookbag. "You don't have to if you're busy. This looks important."

"You're such a sweetheart, no I still want to join you. I just want to give this one more try then we can head out." She popped her head back up, smiling as she held her hand out to him with something in it. "Here, while you wait!" She watched an excited smile spread on his face when he saw the bag of fried lava python bites and a chocolate bar she'd pulled from her bag. "I had a feeling you'd go through yours so I bought extra."

"Thank you, Max." He took them from her hold, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the cheek in return before he stepped away to sit in an unoccupied seat at the desk in front of her. After a short burst of the crackling of Beel opening the snack bag, the only sounds to fill the empty Spells classroom were his chewing and her infrequent muttering as she looked closer at her spell.

"Chameleon tails…tundra spiders…I think this is everything." She concluded to herself, double-checking the incantation she would have to speak aloud as well as the scribbles she hoped passed for rune work. Oh how she wished for the clean penmanship Solomon had attained over years of practice; though thinking of her normal handwriting, she wondered if she was just the problem in this case.

At least I can bake. Suck-it Wizard mans. Her silent triumph lasted for all of a moment before she took a half step back from the desk and focused on the empty glass jar on the desk beside Beel. She had brought it as practice and target for the spell, figuring not much could go wrong with a Mason Jar. Max took a deep breath, steadying her voice to repeat the spell aloud, the Latin sounding syllables coming out uncomfortably if not a bit stammered.

A bright flash enveloped the desk Beel sat at, the surrounding area included, drawing a surprised yelp from her. She threw her hands over her eyes protectively, only peeking open again when she was positive nothing else was happening. Please have worked…Please don't be alive…

"Oh boy…Beel?" Max called to the empty chair the glutton had previously occupied. The Mason jar sat untouched on the desk, a slight disappointment that was immediately pushed aside by her concern for her demon. "Beelzebub? You there?" A cautious note filled her tone while her gaze lifted and scanned the classroom.

"Max!" What sounded like an impossibly soft voice called her name, sounding for all intents and purposes like it was very far away. When she looked out the window across from her and saw no one, she heard it again. "Down here!" Though now she felt something tapping against her ankle. A quiet sense of foreboding filled her before she let herself look down, eyes widening when she took him in.

Wide-eyed and confused, Beel stood at her shoe, no taller than the clothing item itself. He looked unharmed, as unharmed as a gigantic demon turned the size of a mouse can look, if not a little flustered. Max let out a squeak of alarm and dropped down to kneel beside him on the floor, bending over to take a closer look at her demon. She reached out a shaky hand to him, palm up and let him crawl onto it before lifting him closer to her face.

"Beel?" She whispered, swallowing hard when he nodded in confirmation. "Oh, Babs I am so sorry!" She didn't know if she should cry or call for help but she could feel her skin heating with an embarrassed flush. "What-what should I…Should I call Lucifer?" She really did not want to do that, she could only imagine trying to explain the situation through her shame. However, she knew he would take it and handle it better than any of his brothers. Tiny Beel opened his mouth, looking like he was going to agree to the idea when the sound of the classroom door opening cut him off.

"Max, have you seen Beel? He said he was gonna get you and meet…me…" Belphie rounded the desk to where she knelt, fading off as he took in the two of them. Purple eyes widened in shock at the picture before him, looking from his minimized twin to the human, and back. An awkward, heavy silence filled the room for all of ten seconds before Belphie's laughter burst out of him, loud and full, almost knocking him flat on his ass.

"Belphegor! Don't laugh!" Max whined, covering her face with the hand not currently occupied by Beel. The sloth demon could not be dissuaded from his humor however and continued to laugh at her blunder. The human sighed and looked apologetically at Beel again, who simply smiled and shrugged, an action that at his current size, caused her heart to swell. As she looked at him more and took in the tiny size of him, she had to actively fight off squealing at how adorable he was.

"Here, hold on." She lifted him to her right shoulder, letting him clamber on and hold onto the collar of her jacket while she rose to her feet. Belphie was starting to settle, finally, and wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. "Are you quite finished, I don't know how to fix this." Her glare translated to the rest of her posture with her crossed arms, even if the furrowed brows and hard line of her mouth hadn't.

"Never a dull moment with you hm?" Belphie chuckled, stepping closer and leaning in to get a better look at his normally larger twin. "Looks like you're not the shortest in the house anymore Max." He commented, reaching a hand forward and scratching the top of Beel's head to ruffle his hair. "You good Beel?" At that, the tiny glutton gave whatever attempt at a growl he could muster and snapped his teeth at his twin. Both Belphie and Max turned to face away, the human coughing and clearing her throat in an attempt to muffle her laugh and Belphie covering his own with his hand though not suppressing the mirth in his eyes at all.

"Max…" Beel's tiny whine accompanied by a gentle tug at her earlobe made her turn to glance at him again, seeing his pleading purple gaze that hadn't lost any strength even with his size. "'M 'ungry." Her heart broke at the cuteness, leading her to step to the desk he had been sitting at, leaning down carefully to pick up what was left of the snacks she had given him. The fried treats were gone, so she settled for unwrapping the chocolate bar and breaking off a square to give to him. In thanks, instead of mumbling around the dessert the size of his face, he bumped his head against her cheek before settling again to sit on her shoulder.

"At least we know we'll not run out of food tonight." The demon behind her commented while she packed up her things quickly into her bag. "Lucifer is in a meeting with Diavolo so I don't recommend going to him for this right now." She turned to face him as he was shrugging. "Or do, could be an entertaining turn out."

"Thanks for the support friend. You're so helpful." She deadpanned, hefting the bag onto her unoccupied shoulder. She made her way towards the front of the classroom, listening for a moment to make sure Belphie was following before leaving the room completely. The sound of Beel's content murmurings as he ate made her smile and part of her was so very tempted to hope the change was permanent.

"Beel, are you going to be okay on my shoulder? Do you wanna ride on my head?" She offered, a little worried about knocking him off. Even if he managed to get chocolate in her hair, it was less of a problem to wash it than it would be to worry about him falling. Belphie came up to walk at her right as she waited for an answer from the tiny demon.

A shift on her shoulder made her look over as a soft buzzing filled her ear. The human came to a stop, blinking in surprise as Beel, in tiny demon form, flew in front of her face and grinned brightly. He buzzed around in a circle a few times, gleefully swarming around her head before coming in front of his brother. Beel stuck his tongue out and earned himself a gust of air blown at him, courtesy of Belphie. So cute. She thought, unable to fight back a grin before he opted to land on top of her head, disturbing her hair just barely by little twitches of his wings.

"You don't get to hog Pocket Beel all afternoon," Belphie warned when she lifted another square of chocolate to his brother. A warning she easily ignored with the happy hums she got in return.

"She who possesses the chocolate gets the baby." She said in a happy cheeky tone before picking up her stride back to the House of Lamentations with him. Her embarrassment and concern had died down some since the initial reaction, at least enough that she didn't dread returning home.

Whatever awaited them at the house might not be all bad.

She was wrong. So very wrong.

She really shouldn't have been surprised.

Max, Belphie, and Beel had made it into the foyer without incident, that much had been a blessing. She could hear the sound of bickering from the common room, causing her to silently decide to avoid the area. Beel had been satisfied, for now, by the chocolate so she didn't quite intend to go to the kitchen straight away. If anything she wanted to find Satan as soon as possible, to see if he knew how to reverse her blunder.

"Belphie! Darling Max!" A flowery voice called to them before she could hunt down the fourth born, drawing her attention to the stairs. Asmo stepped off the last few steps in his casual clothes, practically bouncing up to her in his eagerness. "I was wondering where you were darling. Care to indulge in a luxurious bath with the most gorgeous demon in the realm?" She yelped slightly when he threw his arms around her, and practically his entire body weight in the process.

"I-I would love to Asmo but…uh I have something I need to talk to Satan about first." She prayed to whatever being cared to listen that Beel was hiding enough in her hair for Asmo not to notice him. Belphie had decided to be no help at all and stood by the stairs, looking at her as if she was both the most amusing joke and bothersome inconvenience. She shot him a glare, only to be winked at but otherwise ignored.

"What could you possibly need that is more important than time with me sweetie~" Asmo almost whined, hanging on her even heavier now.

"Leggo Asmo!" A tiny voice squawked, making the fifth eldest freeze and Max close her eyes tightly. The clingy demon loosened his hold enough to lift and look at where Beel was sat on the crown of her head, arms crossed indignantly.

"Is that…" She nodded in response to his question, opting to stay otherwise silent. This might have been a mistake when a high pitched squealing was drawn from the lust demon. "Ooo he's so cute!" Asmo did a little wiggle not unlike a kid when they got a toy they wanted. She leaned away when he reached for the tiny demon and shot him a distrusting scowl. "Oh c'mon Max, lemme hold him. He's so cute like a little doll!"

"Asmo back off." She warned, looking again to the twin that refused to step in, lest he expend any energy at all ever. She opened her mouth to ward off Asmodeus again when she was stopped by a sharp yelp and the demon himself jumping back a few feet.

"Beel! I can't believe you bit me!" Asmo was gripping his finger, a dramatic look of betrayal crossing his beautiful features.

"You deserve it," Belphie commented around a yawn.

"Oi! What's all the racket?" Mammon's sharp voice joined in. She turned to see both him and Levi walking out of the common room, understanding now the source of the bickering she had heard. "What's that on ya head human?"

"OMG Beel?!" Before she could stop Levi he had already taken a picture of his tiny younger brother and was frantically typing something on his D.D.D. She would have to persuade him to take down the post later after all this was dealt with.

"H-Hey you shouldn't be ridin' Max around like that! Even if you're so tiny." Mammon was grumbling, moving to either get a closer look at Beel or grab him from atop her head. Whatever his intent she had no plan on finding out as she backed away, making to flee up the stairs. "Why ya so small anyway?"

"Max misfired a form altering spell." Belphie supplied.

He's just really going to be the least helpful in this situation huh? She wanted to smack him upside the head and planned on doing so the minute she was close enough. A soft buzzing once again gained her attention, making her look up to see Beel once again in his demon form and flying above Mammon's head out of his grasp. No one felt it necessary to remind the second born of his own flying abilities as he struggled to catch the tiny redhead.

"Beel I'll grab you a bowl of poisonous chili berries if you meet me at Satan's room." She bargained, grinning up at him when his little purple eyes widened at her excitedly. He shot up the hallway towards the blonde's room, effectively escaping Mammon and the rest of his brothers in the foyer. Slowly they all dispersed, not without making a small fuss each. Levi went back to the common room, muttering something about seeing if Beel would pose with any of his Ruri-chan figures. Asmo refused to leave her side until she 'kissed his finger better' and then proceeded to be chased off by Mammon when he flirted for more. Belphie was the only one to trudge upstairs without complaint, presumably to take his afternoon nap before dinner.

Max was able to grab the berries from the fridge, careful to pour them from the bag into the bowl without letting any of them touch her skin. She could still remember the color her fingers had turned last time she accidentally grabbed a bunch and how long it had taken to regain feeling in them again. Once she stood outside Satan's door, her polite knock was returned by a call to enter.

"Well, this is certainly a first." The blonde greeted when she made her way over. He was sitting in one of his chairs and Beel was sitting on a stack of books that, by all logic of physics, should not have been standing.

"Something out of a Lewis Carol book if you ask me." She agreed. With a little coaxing, she was able to get Beel to sit at a cleared-off section of the desk with the bowl of berries. Juice on ancient, possibly cursed, tomes was not a crime she wanted to be added to her list of misdemeanors of the day.

Beel ate away at the berries happily as the human and Satan discussed the spell she had been attempting to cast. Apparently, due to the ingredients and her unpracticed focus in casting, the spell was prone to seeking out living targets over inanimate objects. "You're probably lucky Beel was there. It might have cast on you, then we'd really be in trouble." Satan pointed out, eyeing his little brother with eyes that spoke volumes about his amusement and curiosity.

"Can you undo it?"

"Probably, but with your limited magic and the basic nature of the spell, it's more likely to wear off in a few hours. A few days at most. It would take longer and more trouble trying to undo it at this point."

Max felt her shoulder sag in defeat and acceptance, wondering if Lucifer would punish her for this. Even if it was an honest accident, she had effectively rendered one of the Devildom's strongest demons, one of her protectors, powerless for a short but unknown amount of time.

"Is okay Max!" Beel chirped, flying up to her face after wiping the berry juice off his own. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, it felt softer than a kitten lick, and grinned happily. "All the food is big now! I'm not mad!" She felt herself smile warmly despite her self imposed misery and leaned forward to carefully kiss the top of his head.

"Okay Beel. Just promise me you'll stay with either me or Belphie until you're back to normal?" She didn't think his brothers would do anything untoward, but there was always a risk. With an expression that looked overly serious due to his size, he nodded and flew off to explore the room a little before they left. "Thank you, Satan. At least it isn't permanent."

"You're very welcome Max. If anything else changes about him let me know." She recognized the dismissal but wasn't terribly bothered by it. She wanted to change out of her uniform and into more comfortable clothes, also to plan what she was going to do with her tiny demon. So she took the bowl previously occupied by berries and departed.

"Max." Chills ran her spine the minute she stepped out of Satan's room and came face to face with Lucifer. Or, more accurately, face to chest. She looked up at him, his crimson eyes looking somewhere between tired disappointment and begrudging acceptance. "What's this I hear about a spell on Beelzebub?"

"Well, you see. I…uh…" Her mind scrambled for an answer even as her words started unbidden from her mouth. Both saving and damning her further, Beel swooped down from the doorway and hovered in front of his eldest brother. "It'll wear off?" She offered sheepishly, smiling at him and hoping it didn't come out as much of a grimace as it felt.

Lucifer eyed Beel skeptically, his singular raised brow being the only expressive thing on his face. A heavy sigh escaped him before he turned to look at the human once more.

"I hope for your sake it does. He's your responsibility until he turns back." As if he wasn't a millennia-old demon who could probably take care of himself even at his size. "Though I suppose I won't be so worried about his midnight snacking tonight." Max felt herself relax again at that, knowing that the eldest must not be too mad if he could at least make a joke.

She made her way to her room quickly, letting herself and Beel in before locking the door behind her. She hoped she had at least enough time to change and take a moment to rest before she was bombarded by any of the other brothers. Beel landed somewhere on her bed, or at least she guessed he had by the soft rustling of her sheets. Pulling out some leggings and a baggy sweatshirt, she quickly changed in her bathroom before making her way over to him.

“How you doin’ Babs?” She asked her tiny demon, sitting on the bed beside where he’d nestled happily on her pillow.

“I’m okay!” Max smiled and couldn’t help but reach out and scratch under his chin like he was a kitten. She giggled when something similar to a pleased purr erupted from him in return.

“Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” He shook his head but pat the pillow under him, in a clear gesture for her to join him. “You wanna nap? Taking a page out of Belphie’s book eh?” She teased but laid down without much protest. She wasn’t surprised he was tired, flying around at his size, even a short length, probably took a lot out of him. And she never argued against a nap after classes.

She settled on her side, watching Beel take off his uniform jacket now that he was out of his demon form as well as his tie. He laid on his side facing her and smiled at her with that familiar warm adoration.

“We’ll probably have to figure out clothes for you eh? I can’t imagine you want to stay in uniform until you’re back to normal.” She kept her voice just above a whisper, not wanting to break the comfortable mood around them. He nodded before yawning and stretching against her pillow. She couldn’t completely hold back the higher-pitched hum that left her throat, still not completely over how adorable he was like this. Once he’d closed his eyes, she watched as his breathing evened and shallowed before closing her own and letting her body relax into the bed.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #obey me beelzebub #pocket beel #my main is sarchopathic #if anyone is confused

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gluevah · 3 years

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I got my order from Build-a-Bear today :D

Natalia Alianovna Romanova and Samuel Thomas "Sam" Wilson join my small MCU family 💕 Sam has already gotten new, handpainted eyes, and he'll soon have an embroidered patch on each foot representing both the Falcon and Captain America. Then I'll find him a nice red shirt and some black jeans c: I don't really know how I'd go about making costumes for the characters that don't already have costumes available at BAB, so I just put all my Marvel bears in regular clothes c: Nat will be the exception to that rule, it seems!

The "happy brown bear" is really fluffy and soft, and has a nice medium brown fur color. His face looks so friendly and I like his chubbier body pattern, so cute!

I love the Black Widow bear so much more than I thought I would! She's really cute in person, and even though I prefer the older style of Marvel bears, the built-in costume is pretty cute. Even if it does limit her options for wearing regular outfits.

The mini elephant is just as soft and cute as the matching full-size one, and is bigger than I expected! I've heard that the mini elephants online are leftovers from employee minis, and given the size and lack of any hang tag I wouldn't be surprised. He'll make an excellent travel buddy, he's just the right size to fit in my purse 💕

#build a bear #build a bear workshop #buildabear #marvel #black widow #the falcon #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #avengers #marvel mcu #elephant #plush #stuffies #teddy bears #natasha romanoff #natalia alianovna romanova #sam wilson #samuel thomas wilson

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inspirationdivine · 4 years

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Skates, Scares, Scissors || Lydia, Simon, Nora

Simon makes Lydia wear skates so he can walk faster. Nora tries to help with their sticky situation. @fearfordinner @inconvenientsimonstrocity

Lydia slid to a smooth stop next to Simon, her face in a near permanent frown. “This is absurd. We’re not doing this again. There is no need for anyone to walk that fast.” She looked down at the roller skates she was wearing, after a long conversation with Simon that had resulted in much more compromise that Lydia liked. Like the fact that Lydia was physically incapable of walking as fast as Simon unless she was jogging. Hence, rollerskates. She looked up at the building where he’d stopped them, and her frown only deepened. “This is where you live?”

Meanwhile, Simon was rather pleased with himself for managing to convince Lydia to let him get her the skates - she was… less than enthused but ultimately, it worked better for their situation and he felt less guilty about needing to be places and having to make her accompany him. Well… THAT wasn’t his fault but he still felt guilt over it. “Yeah,” He replied mildly, taking the key out of his pocket and wedging it into the keyhole. “It’s, uh… not much but it’s acceptable,” He glanced up at it almost fondly as he swung the door open. “This’ll only take a few moments,” He assured, leading the way into the two-room house.

The wait for Simon was long. Too long. Nora had grown bored far before the moment she heard voices outside. She’d been sitting there feeding Stark and Lannister ham from her pocket and showing them funny tiktoks about how the birds work for the bourgeoisie when a distinctly not Simon voice hit her ears. Then Simon’s voice. Nora had shut off the videos and waited for people to enter before popping up on the couch, like dracula awakening from his grave. “Boo.” Was all she gave in way of greeting. Her eyes trailed from Simon, her best human friend, to the woman in a pink fluffy coat in rollerblades behind him. ‘Oh. Oh no.’ She thought to herself. She’d done it again. She’d interrupted a date. At least they weren’t in bed together like Alain and the blonde had been.

“In a space this small? Of course you’ll be quick,” Lydia replied, looking around skeptically as she stepped inside. The roller skates were awkward and ugly, but still didn’t make a sound against his flooring. She pulled her coat more tightly around her as she followed Simon into the living room. She’d just been about to find herself a tiny corner of the couch to perch on when someone sat up rapidly. Lydia jumped, grabbing Simon’s arm as her eyes flew wide. “Is- I thought you lived alone! Is this an intruder?”

One moment, Simon was walking forward towards his room and the next he was greeted by Nora’s voice promptly followed by Lydia clinging to him as though she just saw something frightening scurry across the floor. He glanced down at her, then over to Nora then back before giving a light scoff. “Oh! Oh, no, sorry… Uh, she’s a friend. Lydia, this is Nora,” He introduced, motioning to the girl on his couch then turning his gaze to her. “It’s good to see you out and about again,” He smiled gently. “Thanks for feeding the birds. Nora, this is Lydia.” He moved his arm very slightly to indicate the woman grabbing it and giving no implication that he minded the contact at all - rather, he thinks something swelled in his heart at the motion of her looking to him for protection. Maybe that was just a-- he didn’t know. He was being obtuse.

So here was again. Interrupting a couples outing, err, inning. There was something that she just couldn’t get her mind off though. And that was Lydia’s fluffy pink coat. It was big. It was fluffy. It looked warm. “How many pockets does your coat have?” Nora inquired Lydia, her monotone drull refusing to acknowledge how interested she was in this coat. Her gaze shifted back to Simon, Nora asked. “It’s good to be out and about again.” Breaking into homes. Getting into these situations. “Am I interrupting something?” Nora inquired, getting to her feet. She wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand she wanted to hang out with her best human friend, Simon. On the other hand, she knew it was rude to be a third wheel and that wasn’t a vibe she was going for.

Lydia looked from Nora, to Simon, and back to Nora. She dropped Simon’s arm immediately, taking an indelicate step away. (Indelicate because she wasn’t subtle about it, but also because the rollerblades were a clunky nightmare.) “Nora. I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you.” At Nora’s question, Lydia frowned, distinctly out of her element, possibly in the opposite of her element. “No pockets.” She replied, deciding that perhaps she didn’t want to sit on the couch at all. Indeed, looking around, Lydia wasn’t entirely convinced she wanted to sit anywhere at all. “No, you aren’t interrupting anything. Although, we’re quite busy.” Lydia looked to Simon pointedly. She didn’t want to spend a second longer here than she had to. Once Lydia let go of his arm, Simon let it drop back to where it rested at his side naturally and he started to reply when he caught the look Lydia gave him and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “No no, you’re not interrupting anything,” He assured Nora but he didn’t linger too long before motioning for her to get comfortable again… well, more comfortable. “We’re in a bit of a… bind,” He half-heartedly explained, giving Lydia acknowledgement that he was about to move before actually moving to not catch her off-guard. “So I’m just here to pick up a few things. I dunno when I’ll be back, though… But uh, how’ve you been? Your roommates okay?” He asked as he moved about the house, gathering what appeared to be a duffle bag from under his bed as he started to put little things in it - clothes, a couple books, his toothbrush and an old, torn-up towel among other things.

No pockets? What was the point of it if it had no pockets? “Where do you keep your ham?” Nora asked Lydia, starring the woman down. “Or your friends.” Nora reached into one pocket, pulling out the snake also known as Beyoncé to demonstrate her point. “What’s the bind?” Nora asked, Simon, turning back to him to follow as he walked around his home packing up. It looked like he was packing up for a sleepover. “How long have the two of you been together?” Nora asked. Simon never talked about himself, so her eyes drifted over to Lydia thinking she might be the best to answer the question. Now that she was meeting Simon’s partner, she might actually learn something about her friend.

“I don’t keep either in any pockets,” Lydia replied slowly, staring at the snake that Nora just appeared to keep in her pockets before flicking her eyes back to Simon, trying to work out if this was a werewolf thing or a… not werewolf thing. “We aren’t in a relationship. The bind is quite literal.” To demonstrate, Lydia skated a few steps away from Simon, and leant backwards until the bond caught her. At Lydia’s explanation and subsequent demonstration, Simon instinctively stopped what he was doing and held still while she leaned, feeling the tug of the invisible bond against his stomach though he caught Lydia’s gaze and returned one as if to say ‘she’s just odd, it’s fine’. “We have… no idea how to get rid of it,” He added, turning to admire the snake with a small smile. “Or how it even happened.” He decided to leave it at that as he had no further explanation and reached out to stroke the top of the snake very gently. “Hows Babs?” He asked.

Oh. Still no answers on the illusive Simon. Lydia and Simon exchanged a look. A look Nora had seen shared by many people before but still had no idea how to decipher it. But she knew it was about her. She blinked. “Have you tried cutting it?” Nora asked, always willing to help however she could. “The bind might not be visible, but scissors might still cut it.” She made a snipping motion with her fingers. Nora loved this town. Where else did you meet two people literally bound together. “Babs is great. Today he went off to scare a kid he’s been scaring for the last four years. It’s very funny.”

“Who is Babs?” Lydia asked, before she realised that she did not in the slightest care. It was, in fact, very hard to care about anything at all when she was wearing these skates and was attached to a giant of a werewolf, no matter how gentle and friendly he might be. “Why would that work?” On the other hand… beggars could hardly be choosers. Spellcaster magic was lawless and messy, and might be broken by silly things like that. She looked at Simon. “What do we have to lose?” There was an admittedly long pause before Simon exchanged another look with Lydia at Nora’s rather simple suggestion. “At this point,” He said slowly. “The only thing we have to lose is the opportunity to avoid looking foolish if that actually works,” He exhaled through his nose and gave Nora a half-grin. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.” He said honestly, first of all because it was true and secondly just in case Lydia felt flustered at the notion that there was something so obvious that she didn’t try. “Babs is Nora’s tentacled dog,” He answered her first inquiry with the full knowledge that she probably didn’t care but he didn’t like to leave questions unanswered as he made his way over to the kitchen and starting to fish around in the old drawers on the off-chance one of them housed the aforementioned scissors. “He eats fear.”

“Why wouldn’t it work?” The lady in the pink fluffy coat seemed to have trouble grasping basic notions. If something was tied together that you didn’t want to be tied together, you cut the rope. Easy Peasy. “He’s a yeth hound.” Nora trailed to the end of Simon’s statement. Some people had been trying to convince her that despite being a ‘hound’ it was actually not a ‘dog’ but a ‘monster.’ Nora’s selective hearing decidedly made her ignore those people. Fishing out her phone, Nora hand to click off the screen of tik toks she’d been showing to Lannister and Stark to pull up a photo she’d taken of Babadook. She held her phone out towards Lydia to proudly display her tentacled dog in his full glory making a full grown man cry of fear. God. She loved that dog.

“Then let’s not save my ego. Do you have any scissors lying about here?” Lydia replied drolly, before turning her attention to Nora. “You have a yeth hound as a pet?” Lydia repeated sceptically, having only seen them in photos and videos her family sent her as memes. They weren’t exactly cuddly looking creatures, and Lydia didn’t for one second believe they could be tamed. That was hardly the priority for right now though. She did lean in to look at the photo Nora offered, grimacing. “That’s a Yeth Hound, alright. I suppose in this town it is easy to feed.” “I’m looking,” Simon replied, opening his last drawer but not finding any scissors. “Hmm…” He paused before wandering over to the other corner where the TV sat on a desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out a pocket knife, dulled but still carrying enough of a gleam to know that it was worth more money once upon a time. He really should’ve gotten rid of it along with his silver watch but for some reason, he didn’t and he had to struggle for a moment to refrain from dropping it instinctively as he felt it stinging his hand. “Same principle, right?” He asked, feeling his jaw tighten; he wanted to pass this off or… not hold it anymore, at least. He flicked the blade out and studied the distance between them. How big was the invisible rope? Would it take one swing or several saws? He spent too much time thinking about it when he dropped the knife out of instinct and it clattered to the floor. “Gah, sorry…” He said, dropping to a crouch as he started to pick it up but his arm withdrew. “Uh… Care to do the honours?” He asked both the women, hoping to avoid touching the knife any more than he absolutely had to.

Silly human best friend, Nora thought as she watched the knife clatter to the ground. Nora struggled to her feet, still a little sore where her wound was. “I’ll do it.” Nora grabbed the knife then positioned herself perfectly between Simon and Lydia. After looking at both of them, she extended her arm and started swinging it down repeatedly at the empty air. “I don’t even know if I’m close to touching it.” Nora murmured under her breath. She stopped the chopping motion, and offered the knife handle to Lydia. With her free hand Nora took a piece of ham out of her pocket to snack on while watching what would come next.

Lydia took the pocket knife between finger and thumb, catching the gleam in the metal and recognising the weight in her hand. It was dulled, but the oxidation wouldn’t have protected Simon’s hand. “I can sharpen this for you, if you like,” she offered, glancing at his hands. Fine, she’d try this, but both of their attempts so far had been futile. Lydia more precisely moved it across her midline, testing rather than cutting. Her shoulders dipped. It was a silly thing to have tried and an even sillier thing to have hoped for. “It isn’t snagging on anything. It isn’t going to cut. This is pointless.” Well, the other two had tried it in different ways to no avail and Simon was in the camp of ‘swing broadly and hope you hit something’, which was what Nora did and THAT didn’t work so he assumed that they either needed to try SCISSOR scissors to cut or it wasn’t that simple despite sounding like it could’ve been that simple. He glanced at the knife that Lydia now held, subconsciously taking a thumb to his palm as he simultaneously scratched and massaged the reddened skin - it really wasn’t a new sensation to him but he supposed werewolf stereotypes DID exist. “I’d… appreciate that,” He replied, glancing at the space between them again. “Well, that didn’t work.” He frowned. “Good idea, though,” He looked at Nora. “I suppose I’ll finish packing and we’ll keep working at it.” With that, he slowly started to make his way around the house once more, feeling almost dissatisfied that cutting at it didn’t work. Then again, he didn’t know what he was expecting.

“Huh.” Nora watched as Lydia tried to catch the knife. “Must be because our knife isn’t invisible.” That seemed like the next logical progression in this entire process. If the rope was invisible, then the knife must be too. You see, some people wouldn’t believe that there was an invisible rope binding two people together. Some people would believe it was an elaborate ploy. Nora? No. Nora was almost jealous that she didn’t have her own invisible tether. How fun was it! Getting to spend all day with a friend! Plus Lydia was roller skating around. Wow. How lucky for her. Nora let out a yawn, landing back on the couch. “Have you talked to a magic user yet?”

Lydia briefly considered sitting on the couch too, but after giving it - and Nora - a second look, she reconsidered that idea entirely. The less she touched, the better. Putting the pocket knife into her handbag, Lydia watched idly as Simon walked around the room, packing. Occasionally, she had to skate a couple feet towards him so that the bond didn’t just drag her along. “A couple. They said they’d get back to me if they found anything. I don’t really find spellcasters all that reliable, but we don’t have many other options.” “I didn’t even know magic existed until a few days ago,” Simon admitted as he coiled a phone charger that sat on his old kitchen counter and stowed it in a pocket. He straightened up and turned abruptly, looking at the rope and holding his hand up like he just participated in a quick-draw of “rock paper scissors”. He chose scissors, of course. Getting a feel of where he thought the rope was, he leaned forward and started cutting at the air with spindly fingers. Nothing, and he looked at his fingers in the scissor position as if they let him down. “Well, it was worth another shot,” He shrugged his good shoulder.

Nora flipped on the couch, so that she was looking over it. Simon, in the spirit of good faith, was using his fingers to pretend to cut the rope. “I think we need actual invisible scissors. Not.. Pretend scissors.” Nora’s monotone was able to introduce a tone of ‘duh’ that made no sense considering this was a situation where nothing made sense. Leaving Simon to that, Nora’s eyes floated back to Lydia. It was time to make a new friend. Summoning the illusionary magic deep inside of her, Nora created a creature. A gremlin of sorts. It’s eyes bulged and it’s skin was a putrid shade of green. It was dressed only in the filthiest of rags. It jumped out of the wall, right towards Lydia screaming obscenities before disappearing under the couch. A fun little jump scare. Just to lighten the mood.

Simon stopped packing. Why had he stopped packing. Lydia stared at him for a long moment as he tried to cut the rope with his fingers. Her mouth gaped like a fish as she smacked her hands against her face, rubbing at her temples. “Simon. Please just pack.” She managed, after a long-suffering sigh. When Lydia opened her eyes, she wished she hadn’t. Out of the wall bulged the most hideous creature she had ever seen - which was impressive, considering that she’d just seen Babs - and Lydia yelped as she ducked awayfrom it, covering her head. That quick action was too much for the roller skates, which slid out from underneath her, and she began to fall. Simon gave a sheepish smile at Lydia’s expense as he continued packing, wondering how someone was supposed to find a pair of invisible scissors when they were invisible - wouldn’t that make them very difficult to keep track of? He had trouble remembering which street was which and those were visible AND didn’t move. He was still mulling over the thought when he heard Lydia yell and in an instinctual heartbeat, he was on his feet and in a fluid motion that he couldn’t tell you how it happened but he was next to Lydia, arms out as he maneuvered around to catch her before she hit the ground and he swept her up with little effort like a child about to fall off a boat. She was light, even with the skates and he gave her a brief glance that mingled concern with the apology that always tinged his tongue. “Nora!” He exclaimed, turning and not realising he was still holding Lydia. “You can’t just scare people on skates, that’s rude!”

The yelp. The swell of fear. All was instant reward for Nora’s very fun and very harmless prank. She was very pleased with herself, enjoying the snack. Until she heard the exclamation from Simon. Nora looked over and saw Simon holding Lydia. She supposed Lydia had started to fall on her skates, Nora hadn’t been paying too much attention - her eyes had closed to enjoy her snack. But an exclamation from silent and gentle Simon? Well. That was new. Simon had gone with Nora through many experiences and he’d never so much as raised his voice. Not even when it was his own life he feared for. Nora blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Her eyes flickered to Lydia and back. “I can.” Nora responded. As in, she ‘can’ scare someone in roller skates because she already had. There was no apology on her lips for the scare. There never was. Besides, the fall had made it funnier.

Lydia threw her hands out behind her as she slipped, but she gasped as strong arms wrapped around her, setting her back on her feet. Lydia grabbed his arm also, catching her breath as colour slowly returned to her cheeks. Lydia looked to Nora, and a small smile spread on her face when she realised. “It was an illusion. Just because you can doesn’t mean you ought to.” She smiled though, because Lydia did love a good prank. “Was that for fun or a quick snack?” “Both,” Simon replied for her, loosening his grip around Lydia’s demure frame carefully and with an expression that suggested that he was frustrated with himself for some reason. “I know you CAN but…” He paused; obviously she could, she already did. “I just… Sorry for-- I just don’t want anyone getting hurt,” He admitted, his voice dropping back down to its quiet timber and subconsciously reaching up to scratch at the scars on his shoulder in his usual nervous tic, feeling embarrassed both by touching Lydia without her permission and raising his voice, which he didn’t think was that loud.

“Mostly fun.” Nora interjected. A good snack would require a much bigger scaring. She looked at Simon, quiet once more, then to Lydia. “It was a pleasure meeting you Lydia. Babs is probably done scaring the kid. I should go pick him up before animal control tries to shoot him again.” Nora slunk to the door, without turning back she raised a hand in farewell. “Good luck with the binding.” Then she left.

Lydia had been about to say more, now that her heart wasn’t pounding quite that loudly, but Nora was quick to leave. She looked from the exiting figure to Simon himself, who was looking uncomfortable in his own skin. “Your bugbear friend seems nice,” she commented drily, before giving him a gentle nudge. “Thanks for catching me. Fae are tricksters themselves, no harm no foul.” She stepped aside, looking around the room again with a curl to her lips. “Come on, let’s finish packing.” The whole ordeal was over rather quickly and Nora had departed without saying another word to Simon, which he thought… upset him, if only slightly. Or… maybe a little more, he wasn’t sure but he was pulled out of his thoughts by Lydia, who commented on Nora’s species before nudging him, which made him give a small smile to chase away the negativity he felt inside, at least temporarily. “N… no problem,” He said first, quietly. “Yeah, she’s a good kid,” He added louder. “She’s very stubborn but she appreciates life, death and just about everything in between except for vegans and vegetables.” He turned and gathered up his bag and, glancing to make sure Lydia wasn’t in a position where she could fall again, resumed with his temporary collection of essentials.

#simon #wickedswriting #para #chatzy #nora

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jennycalendar · 4 years

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2019 fic roundup

december was INSANE and i spent most of january dealing with the aftermath of Terrible Parents, but i am finally doing this! in nearly-february! good grief!

tagged by @catty-words! always a delight, cori <3

Total 2019 Word Count: 541,906 Total 2019 Hits: 29,555 Other 2019 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 3,184; Comment threads: 787; Bookmarks: 509; Subscriptions: 223.

Total 2018 Word Count: 338,835 Total 2018 Hits: 22,374 Other 2018 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 2,192; Comment threads: 453; Bookmarks: 280; Subscriptions: 69.

links and titles to 2019 works (buckle up, folks.)

[btvs] imperfections (148,374 words) y’all know about the braveryverse already but i’ll bring up some good points: jenny and giles accidentally adopt the entire scooby gang. also faith gets some actual support and is actually eventually stable enough to date buffy. good times.

[btvs] deliberate obstruction (5,492 words) the one where jenny is petty as fuck and attempts to sabotage every single one of giles’s dates after their breakup. not her best look, but it was really fun to write jenny being Not Great. she deserves to have that option.

[btvs] arch-nemeses (2,171 words) who doesn’t love some of that good old-fashioned ripper au nonsense? particularly when it’s spike and ripper being confusing nemeses who sometimes drunkenly make out (jenny thinks this is very funny).

[btvs] sick day (3,097 words) written because someone should take care of giles, damnit! probably not jenny, tho. she’s not the best at it. lucky for her giles loves her so much.

[btvs] simpatico (10,096 words) sister fic to the grieving process! set circa btvs season six! jenny is connor’s awkward aunt! giles is a repressed disaster who’s still pining but refuses to admit it!

[btvs] honesty’s the best policy (3,830 words) that one where giles and buffy are hit with a Truth Spell that means they say exactly what they’re thinking. is that all that bad for buffy? not too much. is it a little iffy when you’re a repressed watcher man who still haven’t told your girlfriend how much you love her? uh.

[btvs comics] i router, you giles (1,111 words) GOD this was written BEFORE i knew that giles and jenny were dating in the reboot comics and isn’t that a concept? a snarky-cute first meeting! ok not really that cute bc they just yell at each other a lot! but definitely snarky!

[btvs] transitional (3,152 words) good golly this is cute and i honestly forgot that i wrote it. which makes sense, bc there is a lot of stuff on this list. set in between season one and season two, in an attempt to bridge the giles/jenny gap between “awkwardly friendly coworkers” and “oh my god i think i like you”

[btvs] across the pond (5,323 words) FUN FACT this got nominated for a headline award and i’m SO PROUD OF THAT?! epistolary fic! giles leaves for england in s6 but without his wife! his wife is very mad and writes him VERY MANY LETTERS TO YELL AT HIM! perfect for those people who sometimes think “god, i wish jenny had been in s6 to yell at giles.”

[btvs] very really married (66,987 words) giles and jenny got drunk-married in las vegas and are keeping the marriage going so they don’t look like terrible authority figures. giles does not want buffy to know about his fake wife. giles does not want his fake wife to know about his real slayer. giles has a lot of problems and it doesn’t help that he might be catching feelings. big mess.

[btvs] bad dreams (2,267 words) GILES/JENNY/ANYA IS BEST SHIP NEXT QUESTION

[btvs comics] an open mic enthusiast (2,250 words) yet another giles/jenny comic-reboot meet-cute written before i knew they were dating!!! this time: jenny gets to see giles playing guitar. repeatedly. because she keeps going back to watch him at the open mic.

[btvs comics] blindsided (2,024 words) my first (and definitely not last) giles/anya fic! a shorter version of a plot bunny i hope to chase down in 2020 (ahaha did i say that WHOOPS)

[btvs] uncharted (16,469 words) my jenny calendar day fic! also known as “jenny calendar has a guilt complex: a novella.” no prophecy dream outs jenny to the group -- but she tells them anyway. and blames herself. and breaks up with giles while she’s trying to Fix Things. absolute mess. (thank god there’s a happy ending, right?)

[btvs] on the mending of hearts (9,236 words) that giles/anya fic where giles shows up at anya’s failed wedding and sweeps her off her feet and they have sex in his hotel room! except uhhh there’s a lot more drama and crying and anya really just needs some cuddles, tbh.

[btvs] extracurricular activities (1,003 words) straight up this one BARELY counts as a 2019 fic. i wrote it back in 2016 and forgot about it and found it on my hard drive and wrote an ending to it. it’s tiny, but it’s cute! lots of early-relationship calendiles fluff, as is My Brand.

[btvs] cookie dough and boy talk (a remix) (3,976 words) dawn, but in the ripper au! she’s a precocious little bab and ripper babysits her and gets semi-adopted by joyce. it’s a thing.

[btvs] a history lesson (698 words) a brief ripper au interlude between jenny and dru. dru tries to point out that jenny and ripper are in love. jenny very unconvincingly denies it.

[btvs] faith, hope, and pancakes (3,236 words) ripper au, now with faith! and she gets to hang with college-age jenny! who is dating her idiot boyfriend ripper! the Most Fun of times.

[btvs] compromises (750 words) this....was supposed to be a three-sentence prompt but I Can’t Do That. giles and jenny discuss (read: jenny yells at giles about) giles attempting to attack angel on sight.

[btvs] valentine buzz (3,422 words) i wrote this in may lmao but i just REALLY WANTED to write fluffy braveryverse valentine’s day nonsense!!! lots of cuddles and kisses and softness abound in this fic.

[btvs] days in goodness spent (5,893 words) this fic's point was a little more abstract and a little less blunt than most of the rest of these, but i wanted to explore the concept of giles slowly going from idealizing jenny to genuinely loving her. i hope i did it justice.

[btvs] to have and to hold (7,861 words) giles and jenny get married in the braveryverse. that’s really all there is. also i posted this on my birthday (may 23rd) AND it is the 23rd fic on this list!!!! WILD!!!!!)

[btvs] saw her in the streetlight, making all the world bright (5,738 words) took me like a year and a half to write the first fic in the ripper au, lmao. in which jenny is a snarky eighteen-year-old, ripper is a snarky college dropout in a band, and neither of them are at ALL good at communicating. especially not ripper.

[btvs] perfect (1,465 words) ripper au: it’s revealed that jenny hasn’t had sex before. ripper handles this with his characteristic maturity and grace (just kidding lmao he FREAKS. but it’s bc he loves her.)

[btvs] respite (1,106 words) i wrote this after issue 5 of the reboot dropped bc i was very emotional about canon power couple giles and jenny. in retrospect, i gave giles’s emotional maturity WAY too much credit--esp. given what’s going on now--but it was still fun as heck to write.

[btvs] shouldn’t we be getting together (3,193 words) this fic’s existence is a combo of me reading a summer camp ya novel and liking the Aesthetic but not the Culture & me talking endlessly w/ @jackalopingintothevoid about ripper and jenny’s teenage dynamic. so many of these fics have her galaxy brain takes woven in and i KNOW she knows that. lov u, jack.

[btvs] fragmented (6,158 words) written because of that one time my brain was like “but what if jenny WAS haunting the school?” happy ending because it’s me and g/j deserve some kisses.

[btvs/hp crossover] buffy summers, muggle-born (22,070 words) i CAME BACK TO THIS in 2019 and wrote a few chapters and DROPPED IT LIKE A HOT POTATO. hopefully 2020 will bring me the courage to pick it up again!!!!!! who DOESN’T want a carelessly-mashed-together crossover where the scoobies and the golden trio are all going to hogwarts together for some reason????

[btvs] in bloom (8,452 words) this was SUPPOSED to be the end of the jenny-anya-tara trilogy. it was not. (more on that later.) this was also supposed to be a fic where giles and jenny get together. jenny and anya got together. writing things is wild sometimes.

[btvs] i still want to be your girl (35,165 words) straight up i am so proud of this fic! s7 au: jenny was chased out of town by angelus. giles does not know this. jenny has been working with angel in la, but left with faith to try and help defeat the first. giles is not the guy she remembers. (but jenny’s not exactly the lady giles remembers, either. so maybe things might work out.)

[btvs/leverage crossover] what’s in a name (4,421 words) sophie’s & jenny’s relationship to their names & identities always so totally fascinated me! this fic was my way of exploring that. (also i got to give giles and jenny a toddler. that was fun too.)

[btvs comics] live a little (6,700 words) i had so much fun coming up with a backstory for giles and jenny in the comics that i am kinda tempted to eventually try and do it again. this one was fun to write, tho.

[btvs] kind of like hydrogen peroxide (7,501 words) THIS was FUN. ripper au, but it explores both jenny’s longing for High School Normalcy AND ripper’s fucked-up relationship to magic. also senior prom is a thing.

[btvs] mending fences (6,093 words) sequel to the aforementioned epistolary fic! lots of first-person self-loathing from giles, but also a LOT of love for jenny and his kids. also the man really truly needs to stop repressing.

[btvs] her father’s daughter (1,982 words) 2020 will bring us another chapter of this fic i swear to GOD. literally there’s only one chapter up so i cannot even TALK about my plans for it but uhhh if you want giles and jenny and their three daughters pls feel free to go to that prologue and check it out.

[btvs] a thousand different ways we fell apart (4,888 words) the au fic to encompass all au fics! inspired by the comic reboot and me being like. christ. do they go through this ridiculous shit in EVERY universe? ....and then i wrote a fic where jenny was a space traveler looking through multiple universe to try and fix her marriage with giles. extra fun.

[btvs] no such roses (4,814 words) this one turned out a TINY bit rushed, but the concept of jenny bringing giles back from the dead is always something that i love exploring. i might come back and rewrite this, someday.

[btvs comics] no perfect choice (4,801 words) OOF. wrote this one after issue 8 dropped. a lot softer and more tender than what actually happened, tbh. maybe i will reread it again to make myself feel better about comic calendiles and their brutal split.

[btvs] family (3,545 words) wrote this one p early in the year and came up with an ending to it much later! ripper au: the story of how xander came to live with giles and leave his parents. angst-with-a-happy-ending abounds.

[btvs] a california january (2,206 words) jenny and giles attend a funeral together. that’s pretty much it. this is defs one of the best things i wrote this year, tho.

[btvs] how i survived my summer vacation (volume two) (25,027 words) swear to god this is gonna be the next thing i update. the braveryverse NEEDS to continue. it’s got married calendiles, for god’s sake.

[btvs] clear and impartial judgment (3,977 words) that fic i wrote when i got mad at a lack of resolution wrt helpless. like!!! giles drugged buffy!!! do we not get to talk about the psychological ramifications that would have on her???? (well. canon doesn’t. but i do.)

[btvs] sunshine ladies (10,188 words) THIS FIC WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN and i say that with incandescent love in my heart. i intended for the ‘verse to be giles/jenny, and then i intended it to be jenny/anya, and then i was like....jenny has two goddamn hands, and there’s foreshadowing here for endgame giles/jenny, and i wanna write some giles/anya. let’s fuckin go. (DEFINITELY writing another installment in 2020 about this iconic ot3 of mine.)

[btvs] spirit-touched (4,769 words) the first smut i write and it’s calendiles ghost sex. i really think this is on brand for me, esp. considering that swath of asks in 2016ish where everyone wanted to know if ghosts could jack off. incredible.

[btvs] dear friend (28,865 words) this fic had such a rushed ending :( it’s a cute premise (you’ve got mail giles/jenny au!!!!!), but i lost interest halfway through, and as a writer i can rlly see that when i read it. another thing i might like to go back and rewrite at some point, tbh!

[btvs] familiar (2,034 words) AUGH i am SO proud of this fic. SO SO PROUD. it’s a concept i really can’t explain and the little twist at the end is something i really really like, so...just read it.

[miss fisher’s murder mysteries] unbearable (5,670 words) i need to write more mfmm in 2020 but the amount of good fic out there is deeply intimidating/delightful. this one was my little “what if it was phryne who thought jack was dead” and tbqh i had a lot of fun with it? bc pining phryne (who makes brief but extremely poignant appearances throughout the series) is an awkwardly, heart-meltingly sincere lady.

[ace attorney] man’s duty to society (544 words) wrote this as my first foray into aa fic while getting emo about miles edgeworth. would absolutely still die for that man.

[ace attorney] fancy running into you (5,887 words) lots of schmoopy narumitsu fluff! gregory edgeworth is alive! miles is trauma-free! phoenix is an artist! just!!! goodness!!!!!!!

[ace attorney] big sister (2,741 words) set in the same gregory-edgeworth-is-alive ‘verse: babey franziska comes to live with miles and his dad. she is a little impossible but miles kinda does love her.

[ace attorney] prince charming edgeworth and his incredible tux (8,042 words) this fic came from me being like “i want to write phoenix swooning over miles in a tuxedo and being like HE LOOKS LIKE A DISNEY PRINCE” and spiraled into something much longer!

[ace attorney] fate, choice, and everything in between (4,384 words) SOULMATE AU. nothing i love more than deconstructing soulmate aus. but like. in a romantic way. also phoenix and miles ARE soulmates and that is JUST facts.

Favorite Fic: I WROTE SO MUCH STUFF THO LIKE !?!??! how can one expect me to distill it to just one fic? i’ll make it my top threeL

a california january (I AM SO PROUD OF THIS FIC. it is soft and angsty and silly and devastating and tender. all the calendiles feels.)

i still want to be your girl (same mood!!! i’ve wanted to write this fic for literal years, and it’s one of those rare occasions where the picture in my head actually turned out BETTER when written out!)

sunshine ladies (this is like my giles/jenny/anya ship manifesto and it still makes me happy to think about them all co-running the magic box together and smooching a lot.)

Hardest Fic: OOF uh i went through a rocky period of writing when transitioning into college? no such roses and dear friend were hit the hardest by my insecurity & my desire to Finish Things rather than actually spend time on the craft. but i’m much more settled in now and my writing is DEFINITELY in an upward swing (as my newest fic -- as day follows night -- attests to quite nicely, imo)

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2020? always always yes! (i’m bad at following through with them, but am ALWAYS accepting them.)

What was the best thing about 2019? there were almost too many good things to COUNT, but i think all of them were made possible by me working extremely hard to get myself the FUCK out of my abusive parents’ house and into my first choice college!! i’m thriving, y’all.

What was the worst thing about 2019? realizing that both of my parents are fundamentally terrible people. that part kinda sucked.

Any last thoughts for 2019? i finally understand what it’s like to fall asleep feeling safe, and to notice the way the leaves change color, and to get excited about self-indulgent things like food and cuddly stuffed animals and my own fic and art. 2019 brought a lot of happiness into my life, and oh yeah also i’m in love! lots of cool stuff going on.

Goals for 2020

finish the latest braveryverse installment!

MORE ART JUST IN GENERAL. i love drawing, but there’s not a lot of free time for artsy celia when they prioritize writing so often!

write one of the many incredible longfic ideas that’s floating around in my head. it’s honestly probably only like two or three big ones, but at least DECIDE which one i’m gonna focus my energy on.

more giles/anya this year!

more giles/jenny/anya this year!

diversify! still gonna be writing about jenny forever, but like. it might be fun to write about a few new things here and there.

maybe some more ace attorney fic? maybe even some mfmm fic again? phryne and jack are never far from my heart.

not tagging anyone bc this is....january. but if you wanna do it, feel free!

#fic #fic roundup #ngl i'm like really proud of this list #stayed up.....two hours....to complete it

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the-only-universe-here · 4 years

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HELLO! Hello hello it's Valentine's day and I've already had my celebration but! In between studying and eating, I'm gonna bust out some Vday headcanons of all of my most recognizable characters that I have content for on my blog (so like, team KRML and my Arcana apprentices I guess?) Because I have exactly 0 self control and I wanna DO

Also this got really long so uhhhh HI all of this is going under the cut as to not flood people with this stuff alwietlaskdjg

Kasten:

Be ready because literally he is the most sappy person ever (as we've found) and will absolutely go feral finding whatever his s/o's favorite treats are (chocolates are classic but he likes to give more personal gifts)

Probably serenades his s/o at least once throughout the day, whether it be at home or in public singing along to the song playing over the shitty McDonald's speakers at lunch

Fancy dinner is a must, either homemade or at some high-end restaurant where he can spoil tf out of them

Will actually combust if he gets gifts or letters from "admirers"

Also he doesn't leave friends out! Valentine's days are shared with singles and his closest friends as well, he will spoil everyone to gifts n stuff, but his main focus is on his love(s) of course 😘

Riley:

Not really one to go all out for Valentine's day, in all honesty he most likely forgot about it entirely until someone at work mentioned it.

Will probably pick up a box of chocolates at the store, or specific treats his s/o likes if he sees them

Awkward bean is awkward, doesn't know how to properly be romantic so he'll just do his best to be a bit more affectionate than he usually is

Down for a dinner, he can cook pretty well but if his s/o want to go out he's good with that too (saves him from having to wash dinner lmao)

Doesn't know wtf to do when he's given gifts or love notes from admirers askdndidbxj he'll probably trip over his words and go silent in an attempt to preserve his dignity

Maru:

Excuse me what the fuck, Valentine's day?? I want no part in this?? Literally the most anti-Vday person out there alsndisbxj

At least until she starts dating 😉 aka when she meets Kasten and then she panics because why the hell do people even do this, she doesn't know what gifts to get people? Chocolates?? Other treats?? Probably just ends up buying one of those big bags of mixed Valentine-themed candies and calling it good

Doesn't bother trying to be romantic, you get what you get, take it or leave it but also lowkey being a little clingy because wow wtf Valentine's day is stressful

Screw going to fancy places or making a better-than-usual dinner for herself or her s/o, unless they wanna cook. At best they go to IHOP and get endless pancakes to devour until they're both too stuffed to move

Ahahahahahah what the fuck are you doing giving Maru presents for Valentine's day? She'll accept the fluffy teddy bear or candy but cards are just kinda tucked away for all eternity (she'll read them later and be confused and embarrassed on her own)

Lilac:

Poor girl literally doesn't even know what Valentine's day is for the longest time, and absolutely does not understand what the big deal is until she falls in with the team?

Surprisingly picky about what kind of gifts or treats to get her s/os and will disappear into the Valentine's sections in a store for like two hours trying to decide what would be right for everybody (friends and family included)

Doesn't really know how to do "romantic" but she finds herself being a bit more clingy, which she's glad to find out is generally a good thing?

Would prefer to not go out somewhere fancy for dinner, but doesn't mind as long as it's not too busy or crowded where they go

Will respond with the quietest 'thank you' if she's presented with gifts or cards from someone who isn't her s/o?? She's just a shy bab and akdnsidbxj but those who know her will know that she does appreciate the sentiment of the gifts even if she doesn't return romantic feelings they might have

Akaira:

Surprisingly enough Valentine's isn't a big thing for her usually? If she has someone to spend the day with she'll take part in some cheesy gift giving and such but generally she will most likely forget about it until the last minute and end up having a spontaneous day of romance... Unless she has plans specifically for it 👀

Any gifts given will be stuff that she randomly picked out while her and her s/o are just kinda out and about, more spontaneous than anything

Of course with Akaira, once she's in the groove of Valentine's day, her s/o will be getting some uhhhh surprise sex throughout the day. She's insatiable and this only gives her an excuse to be even more so

Will absolutely beg to stay in to either let her cook or get her s/o cook a homemade dinner for two. Depends on who's feeling up for it and who's a better cook

She's the master of socialization and honestly with her looks she's pretty used to getting gifts/cards and stuff x.x she has a pretty tried and true method of thanking people and staying as cool and friendly as ever... But RIP that person if they try to go after her, they'll have to deal with her own wrath if she's not single or doesn't want them

Aldafa:

Knows what Valentine's day is, doesn't care about it. Even if she has an s/o, unless they express that they want to do something for Valentine's she's just going to ignore all the gushy lovey dovey stuff around her and do her own thing

The furthest her gifting is going is probably going to be a teddy bear. Or, if she goes along with her own style, something actually useful but somewhat personal. Like a knife, or one of those dried meal kits of something that she knows her s/o likes.

Doesn't know how to be romantic, at all. Literally clueless but hhhh she'll hold,,, hands?? Like more in public n stuff? She's just trying her best but she doesn't know how to do affection in the first place

Screw going out. No way is she going to a restaurant, Aldafa can make food that's better and more filling than even the fanciest of places. It might not look pretty but who cares when it tastes good???

If she gets gifts or cards or anything from admirers they're usually met with an almost pained smile (god those muscles are so unused, this beanpole needs to smile more) and a mostly deadpan "thanks". She'll read the cards later but they'll probably make her awkward/uncomfy >_>

Verun:

Valentine's day with her s/o?? Great! She's entirely down to do sappy things, as long as the day ends with her and her s/o cuddled together in bed.

Most of her gifts will be handmade, or at least have something directly made by her included somewhere along the way. She might be a little awkward giving it to them but!!! She doesn't like just giving them any old thing she bought

Oh my god does she get clingy with her s/o on Valentine's?? It turns instantly into "hold me gimme hugs lemme get in your way as you do this thing so you'll pay attention to me" and like YEAH that's kind of her norm but. More.

Prefers being treated to homemade food, or takeout otherwise. Just wants to be able to sit close with her s/o and watch a show or something while they eat

Will stammer her way through a very shocked and awkward thanks if she gets anything from admirers alskddbdidh she's just awkward and doesn't know what to do with herself. Will likely keep the gifts though, especially if they're cute

Echo:

She is prepared for this. She's likely already planned out some sort of activity to go to for her Vday out with her s/o and is giddy with excitement when it comes around

Probably made some sort of matching jewelry for her and her s/o, according to their own usual style. Since she likes wire-wrapping stones or chunks of glass, her chosen pieces will probably be something her and her s/o found together 💕

Just like Verun she will be 300% more clingy than usual and will probably get Furia to let her out of work early in order to spend the day with her person. Will find some excuse to be close to you as much as possible akdjdidn

She's a disaster in the kitchen, so even though she'll probably try to cook for her s/o she'll most likely end up making the fire alarm go off. Restaurant dinner is mandatory to save her ruined dignity

Echo, baby as she is, will absolutely die of happiness on the spot if presented with gifts or letters from an admirer. Will insist on reading cards asap and if they're especially sappy, even if she doesn't know the person too well, there's a good chance of her crying because she's a mess and just loves people so much??

#writing stuff #my characters #Kasten Alene #Riley Wiolet #Marroia Dessir #Maru Dessir #Lilac Darkdrinker #Akaira #Aldafa Hylene #Verun Levvie #Echo Masichuvio #hi yes I love all of my children whether or not they are socially awkward and or romantically impossible #Aldafa just needs someone who can actually move at her speed... which is dreadfully slow but I swear she'll get there eventually #Echo goes almost as feral as Kasten when Vday shows up I swear #the two of them could honestly be the most chaotic soulmates ever with the sole reasoning that they both just have too much love to give #and they will give it to everyone and anyone who wants #Echo especially because she is 100% the type to fall in love with a villain that shows her a single iota of kindness #and then refuse to believe people when they say that they're not worth the trouble of loving #if you tell her that there is a 1000% chance that she will go out and love them with her entire being just out of a weird sense of spite #don't T E L L her that they aren't worth loving because she can and will fight you over anyone's right to be loved #even if it ends up with her being hurt because she's just??? she's naive but in the most wholesome way she could ever be #anyway that's it for my tag dump oops maybe I'll end up expanding upon the ideas here in an actual post rip #tag dump

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impracticalhorns · 5 years

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RP PROFILE/LFRP : Dyri Sviarr

“I’ve got more fingers than friends these days”

« The Basics »

Name: Dyri Sviarr

Age: 18

Birthday: 3rd Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon (2/3)

Race: Viera (Rava)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single / Not looking

Full Bio: here

Carrd: here

« Physical Appearance »

Hair: Peach colored, kept long, layered and usually pulled up into a messy ponytail. Loose, fluffy bangs frame his face and, due to a recent run-in with the business end of a gunblade, asymmetrical. When let down his hair reaches his lower back.

Eyes: Large, apple green.

Height: 5′9″

Build: Slim and noticeably short for his kind.

Distinguishing Marks: Brown tipped ears with matching freckles along his face, neck, and shoulders.

Common Accessories: Nothing in the vein of trinkets, though he’s rarely without his mother’s old staff hanging on his back.

Fashion: Layered, loose fitting, and functional, long has Dyri made a habit of hiding his gender behind more conservative clothing. Only when amongst his most trusted friends will he shed his baggy tunics.

Art ref: here

« Personal »

Profession: (reluctant) Dalmascan resistance, aspiring mage

Personality: Mousy, skittish, friendly

Hobbies: Practicing magic, burring himself in books, sneaking out for drinks with his step-siblings, listening to his stepfather’s stories, cleaning

Languages: Common

Residence: (Formerly) Rabnastre

Birthplace: Golmore jungle

Religion: None

Patron Deity: None

Fears: Being separated from his family, being alone, being discovered, other Viera, Garleans, wilderness, war, the unknown

« Relationships »

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents: [Mother] Kára Sviarr (alive), [Stepfather] Jacke Hart (alive), [Father] ???

Siblings: [Stepsister] Cecily Hart (alive), [Stepbrother] Arlie Hart (alive)

« Traits »

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

« Possible Hooks »

Far from home: Dyri himself has no love for war, but his older siblings have roped him into helping a small resistance faction that opposes Garlemald. Any nation that’s dealt with the Empire knows the plight of war’s displaced- As someone who had never left his family’s estate, the many customs across Othard he’s becoming exposed to are foreign, fascinating, and very often frightening. His lack of experience continues to get him into trouble...

New places, new faces: Dyri was raised to distrust strangers, and his mother was adamant he was never to cross paths with others of his kind. Now exploring the world outside his estate for the first time, he’s forced to deal with Othard’s various peoples... (( As a forewarning, Dyri is hesitant to interact with other Viera. Going off the JP flavor text that seems to imply that males that disobey the green word are treated as direct enemies of the forest, his mother intended to keep him a secret as long as she possibly could))

Aspiring mage: While no longer quite as frail as he was in his youth, Dyri is still physically weak and easily winded. Hand to hand combat tends to end poorly for him and what he lacks in physical size and strength he's trying to make up in magics. Trying...

Appearances are everything: Though still a rare sight in lands far from their forests, Viera are known to equal parts graceful and deadly hunters, oft with years of experience hidden behind a youthful face...yet the way this one caries themself is off...

« OOC »

Server: Balmung / Crystal DC

Time zone: PST/PDT

Hi I’m Bee! Been on Balmung for eons now but never really roleplayed in XIV outside friends I already roleplayed with outside the game. Whoops. Trying to put my babs out there more post DC split. I am a noob when it comes to rp, please be patient with me (●´□`)

Even if I don’t have my RP tag up please feel free to say hi! If you’d want to work some things out beforehand dm me on tumblr for my discord. Dyri’s going to need more friends, allies, teachers, (rivals??) to figure out how to walk on his own two feet ♡

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #crystal rp #balmung rp #viera #dyrirp #dyri sviarr

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managician · 5 years

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ARC V Anniversary Day 12

Disccusion prompt: Favorite ships?

ARC V has really made me ship a lot of things, be it with or without taking canon into account just because of the potential, so buckle up ‘cause this is gonna be long. I kept it to a top 10 or otherwise I’d be here all day. Honorable mentions to prodigy and whistle, as they barely didn’t make it.

(PD this is a reupload because I realised the post wasn’t showing up properly, so if you’ve seen it before already I apologize)

With that out of the way, let’s go!

10. Natureshipping

I love many of the bgirl/bgirl ships so naturally I’d love all of them being together… Not only for the awesome aesthetic though, I also think their personalities would fit so nicely with each other and they’d like having the chance to meet and talk about everything they’ve gone through; I have so many fluffy headcanons for them and I really just wanna see them bonding and being happy together!

09. Frypanshipping

Probably the oddest ship in this list, I sure as hell didn’t expect to like them so much, but Crow really helped in making Shingo become a better person, and poor Shingo clutching onto his card post BB-arc the entire time made me so emotional. You could tell they had a good relationship and were very happy to be fighting together after that, they’re so cute.

08. Wingshipping

Look at these two precious babs… On a visual level they both have some of my favorite designs in all of ARC V and they’re both counterparts, so I was bound to at the very least consider pairing them up, but when they actually had a rather peaceful meeting in canon all things considered, and immediately valued each other? When you take into account all the possible fluff and angst you could make with setting these two into any scenario? I was soo sold. And they both share the egao philosophy, they’d definitely get along… It’s just fun to think about ideas with them.

07. Janushipping

I have a weak spot for Fusion/XYZ ships because I think there’s so much room for growth and forgiveness if done right, and while I didn’t expect Dennis and Ruri to actually have some backstory together, this relationship has all I could wish for both of their characters. It adds personal conflict to their stories (especially on Ruri’s side, something that isn’t about being related to Shun or Yuto) and leaves room for Dennis to be able to apologize and improve himself after the war; not to mention their aesthetics mesh beautifully together. It’s so easy to picture them awkwardly falling back into an acquaintanceship and figuring out together where to go from there.

06. Fruitshipping

aka the ‘these two care so fucking much for each other, I don’t know how you can watch arc v and at the very least not appreciate their relationship’ ship.

I don’t know what to say that hasn’t been said about them already, honestly. I was admittedly… Reticent, let’s say, to ship this at first, because the relationships between the protagonist and lead girl in YGO shows tend to be lackluster at best for me, but they built each other up as equals from day one and have a genuinely heartwarming friendship, where they know they can lean on each other for support no matter what. They’re one of the most important people for the other and you can feel that throughout the entire show. To this day they hold the honour of being the only protag/main girl ship I can stand romantically.

Though… since they’re so well-executed in canon, I don’t feel the need to seek fanworks of them because there’s no real conflict in their relationship, if that makes sense, haha.

05. Mysteryshipping

This is sort of to be expected as I enjoy all the relationships between this trio separately (even if Yuto/Yuzu’s was short-lived); this shot in the 2nd ED is what got me to even become interested in the OT3 potential, though it was after I finished the show. Yuzu had clearly been having a period of self-doubt in S1 because of the Yuto situation, and thanks to episodes 36-37 we got a wonderful showcase of how well Yuto and Yuya would have clicked, so if Yuzu happened to explain her problem to either of them and caused them to meet in not-so-tragic circumstancies… You can only dream of the possibilities. And thanks to their bonds being established early on, you can expand on them during or post canon events, both in a positive and negative light. We’ve seen teamwork and discussions between all of them already; it’s fun to try to translate that dynamic into a three-way interaction (cranky but overly protective Yuto being dragged around by his two enthusiastic Standard S/Os who also happen to love each other very much, for one).

04. Musicboxshipping

Gosh, these two are just so cute together. Sora was heavily influenced by both Yuya and Yuzu, but you can tell their relationship is really important by the way they both act with each other, especially during the Synchro Arc. Sora taught Yuzu how to Fusion Summon and thanks to that Yuzu was able to become stronger; but Sora also was able to form a solid connection with her and basically made his first true friend in all of his life. They support each other and care about each other so much that even after they know of Sora’s true colours, Yuzu still has blind faith in him, and Sora returns that feeling by saving her from her Duel crash and even being unable to carry the mission Academia gave him because he treasured their friendship that much. Their little master/apprentice moments are adorable and really give off the fluffy energy these two have around each other; and of course Sora’s Mad Chimera and Yuzu’s Bloom Prima dancing together was beautiful too! That was such a lovely scene that made me really appreciate the trust they have in each other.

03. Swiftshipping

I shipped them together from the moment I learned both of them had been kidnapped, and I was really happy when I saw that their designs fit well with each other’s color scheme. They’re both very caring for people they hold close and since there was no indication of the opposite, for the longest time I assumed they were in a cell together. Imagining both of them trying to comfort and support each other through their predicament got me really invested in their possible relationship, and even if it didn’t turn out like I’d hoped in the end, I still had a solid grasp on their personalities by that time, and I couldn’t let go of all the AUs and concepting I’d made for them. It should be said that I have a really weak spot for f/f ships, and this one hit many of my favorite tropes (stuck in same bad situation where they both would try to be strong for each other’s sake, different growing-up backgrounds; to name a few) so my investment only went up from there. I love them so much.

02. Triggershipping

I didn’t expect them to interact much, much less positively, and much less for them to grow to care for each other so much in a short span of time. They have such a friendly and beautiful relationship; Yugo hugging Yuzu because he thought she was Rin and poor Yuzu becoming a blushing mess was a sure way to make me interested from the get go in them, haha. And it only got better from there! Even though she was a complete stranger to him, Yugo still tried to comfort Yuzu to the best of his abilities and looked out for her, fully trusting everything she said, even if to someone else it would’ve sounded like a crazy story. And you can tell Yuzu grows very comfortable with being around Yugo; their small scene with the domestic bantering and her pulling out her fan says that much, as she only uses it with people she really cares for. Whenever they’re on screen together you know you’re gonna be in for a good time, their interactions are always funny and heartwarming.

Yugo saying that Yuzu will always live on his heart in a similar manner to what Yuri said of Rin made me realise how much she really meant to him, and both of them cheering for each other in their Friendship Cup duels was adorable. But if you put their situation into context their relationship is… really sad, as Yugo has lost Rin and Yuzu is all by herself in an unknown dimension. They have that perfect mix of fluff and angst to work with that I love in ships. I adore their relationship; even if it was born out of less than desirable circumstancies, they made it work and learned to appreciate and love each other. It’s always a source of inspiration for me!

(And Yugo’s lack of knowledge of what personal space is just made it even easier to ship them)

01. Counterpartshipping

ARC V has always had the uncanny ability of making me consider ships in the span of a single episode because of the wonderful character interactions. But these two… These two really take the cake. I’m not exaggerating when I say the relationship and development between them has made me cry.

Anyone who has heard me talk about YGO may know how much I like them. As I mentioned in a previous post where I talked about my favorite characters, I hadn’t expected to enjoy Yuto’s character so much, and much less this ship. Yuto remains a latent force of encouragement for Yuya during the entire show; as Reiji beautifully points out on his duel with Yuya after the Battle Royale fiasco, Yuya’s immediate connection with Yuto thanks to their shared ideology was the bond that allowed him to perform a XYZ Summon. His concern for Yuto in episode 37 was so palpable that it hurt; Yuto went from being some random shady dude who was beating up his friend Sora to a kind damaged person who believed in Yuya’s potential to make people happy in a way that he no longer could. It’s really interesting for me to analyse how deeply they affected each other in a short span of time. We’d seen that Yuto was a very protective person thanks to his interactions with Yuzu, so when he said that he didn’t want to hurt anyone else and ended up protecting Yuya at the cost of his own life… It drove the point home, Yuto really saw Yuya as someone worth protecting and that made it so much more painful.

Yuya also later on refers to their dialogue as a vow/promise, despite the fact that Yuto never said so, which really shows just how much thought he put into his words; to the point where those very words managed to snap him out of Berserk Mode when he was about to fight Sora. It really moved me, and the soul-crushing sensation I felt then stayed fresh in my mind right until the final season, which made me fall in love with them even more. They argued, they had fallouts, but their undying trust for each other still rose through all the problems. Yuto trusted Yuya so much that he essentially told him he was okay with falling to darkness because he knew Yuya would be okay and he’d still believe in him no matter what; that moment nearly made me actually tear up because it shows how much they’d helped each other grow.

They’re hands down one of the, if not my most favorite ship in all of the YGO series, and they’ve spurred my creativity so much. I love making AUs or analysing their interactions. They made me interested in creating content for other people to enjoy after I’d hit a stalemate 5 months ago, I’ll just never be able to express how much I love them and how grateful I am that they got to meet.

#arcvanniversary #ygo arc v #arc v #yugioh arc v #long post #you can tell these get longer as the list goes on because i have so many feelings and tbh im not sorry i love all the relationships

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scooperkin · 5 years

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I've seen someone draw the puppet with muscles (I have the picture on my phone)

Sorry I got a bit carried away with my insight on this and the fnaf characters, style and designs in the form of horror media so it’s long and under readmore

Forgive me for any writing errors, this was written on impulse and I probably won’t look into fleshing it out:

I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with art or portrayals of the Puppet with more human-based anatomy features but it’s tiring to see this non-stereotypical gendered entity/child’s toy that isn’t supposed to be presented as anything near human both for the in-universe creative of the children’s imaginations, but also as a horror character that is importantly keep vague because a as a horror character, the unknown of what it could be and it’s odd undefined behavior coupled with this vague humanoid but, UNhuman frame makes it scary to in-universe adults, as well as real fans.

So seeing it so commonly characterized as a shapely-human just ruins the original intent and just takes away my interest in whatever story or fanart is being presented to me. And while this is a personal opinion and really doesn’t matter in what content people should do as if it disinterests me I’ll move on but those who enjoy it will still enjoy it. And there also fan content I’ll still occasionally remain interested that present not just the Puppet but other fnaf characters in campier and, stylistic content; any more serious, spooky, horror or more faithful fan media that has both the Puppet and other FNAF characters portrayed more comfortably artistic light, such as the Puppet having a “motherly” body shape (most likely thanks to Living Tombstone’s FNAF 2 song), as well as Toy Chica’s already feminine body pushed further with more defined features about her body (*ahem* boobies). And notice again how a lot of this is more aimed at the more “feminine” of the cast.

Circus Baby, along with Ballora, are the only animatronics that ends up being drawn straight up as organic entities even when in the presence of their fellow Funtimes, still depicted as their more horrific, robot designs. It’s fine if they’re drawn as regular furries and Baby and Ballora as human women (or little girl), its a chosen style someone chose, and again this isn’t wrong just because I don’t find it interesting enough, it’s not my cup of tea and I move on. But, several times I’ve come to accounter, more organically designed characters often are reduced to basic human features in their design. The Puppet gets curvy, Ballora and Baby get real hair that fluffies and moves organically, Baby herself often made into a tiny cute friendly young girl. The (fixed) Mangle, and Funtime Foxy getting more curves and floof. And don’t even get me started on people who sexualize these characters to the point they’re just human bodies with cartoon heads to just be more comfortable with consuming not safe for work content of them, proving as well these character’s designs, in the long run, don’t matter in this nsfw work, but that’s a different subject on a different type of content for a different day. (And notice how all these characters are feminine? While Scrap Baby can be portrayed as a cute girl in fan content but Molten Freddy is still what he is in the game in his fan content.)

Circus Baby is highlighted by the fact she is a massive robot towering over even the tallest of men, a single eye of her’s can fit two if not four pairs of human eyes in it’s size. Her fingers, thicker than most children’s arms. Is TERRIFYING. And she’s supposed to be. She’s a horror game character. Her scale towers over adults, their parents, the protectors of their children. Her movements are jerky and uncanny, her stare to an older audience member or child can give them the creeps. But ultimately her design–safe, safe for children to run up to, and safe for a child to trust. While her existence and design as a whole in-universe and above the surface is so supposed to be a large child, an older sister, still young enough to play with you but old enough to trust to be alone with. But behind the stage, back underground, that’s not who she really is. I’ve never seen Circus Baby as a giant child as she is seen to the outside world, no because underground, in the darkness she’s kept, we’re shown the real her, the true her. She isn’t some dumb playful child, she is a discerning actor. And her “real” mental age can be debated and discussed among fans, but it’s clear she isn’t an arrogant child. And more specifically for me, I see her depicted as an actress. An actress who’s been conformed to take on this child role both on and off stage. She purposely has a voice higher, she purposely choices her innocent-word structuring. She’s acting, she’s Pretending for the sake of her own safety against this Location she’s in. When even being off character for a moment such as taking a rest off your stage gives you a painful shock. It’s not too unusual as several stars and actors, usually young and more impressionable ones are told to act a certain way even with off-screen. A good example of this is several child stars on the work of Disney Channel original series. They tell their actresses to dress a certain way, to speak in a higher voice, don’t be serious, always smile. Because it earns the trust and love from children viewers better than just, Bella Thorne or Miley Cyrus being her honest self off set to their younger fans. Too risky, keep your voice pitched up. And even though you’re 19 please, please don’t act like it, act younger, the kids won’t ever relate to you if you sound too old, if you act to old. So while Baby and the other Funtimes’ situation is a very exaggerated version of this (no don’t worry no disney stars are getting shocked when they don’t act hard enough) to the point that it’s a horror genre story about it makes sense why this is unsettling as a player and in the Funtimes’ shoes.

So while Baby does everything to keep pretending, this is something Ballora can’t do. Ballora can’t pretend, she refuses. She refuses to pretend when under the surface away from the crowds and people, where she’s alone and can be herself. But she doesn’t get that, she gets shocked and ends up being scooped to “fix” her. Too much free will. Foxy isn’t explored as much but I feel goes through the same trouble as Ballora. And the only one who is seemingly left unpunished is Funtime Freddy, not even getting his own room, just stored somewhere until it’s time for a show. It’s implied he’s either the least sentient out of the cast or the one who acts closest to his original programmed personality. But either reason leaves him unpunished, not locked away for safety and disobedience. He’s unpunished but left alone in a single storage room. But whoops maybe having him follow his programming better than the others wasn’t the best idea. As he gets confused to when he’s on or off stage, when he should be sleeping, forgetting this hug is too tight for a child, or that said child is actually an employee that happened to go into the Breaker Room and is in fact not a birthday boy.

So Baby is unsettling both by design, in context, as well as her history, being created by the infamous William Afton making her again, do things she didn’t want to. So when I see her turned down into cutesy little teen girl or small child, and portrayed as such, I can’t help but again lose interest. And once again this is more of a personal preference, that isn’t how I understood Baby to be, or that she needed to be fixed from a large scary robot to cutesy bab. But it’s how others want it and I step away.

And I know this sounds like I’m going everywhere with this, and barely has to do with your ask, but I fear my post may have been mistaken as I feel this ask is talking about a way people shouldn’t draw or portray the Puppet when I wasn’t trying to say and I’m sorry if it came across that way.

As it stands a muscular portrayal of the Puppet is harmless, and a rarity in re-contributing fan media when compared to the more favored “curvy” puppet design trend. And of course these portrayals are no big deals in the end, and it’s just a preference but, I see more and more young artists following these trends because they seem more normalized. And no it’s not the original artists, of the young artist’s lack of understanding but, the fact that a lot of the fnaf fandom doesn’t treat fnaf like the horror media it is. Which is fine on it’s own, but when it’s brought up, I can’t help but look at a large side of fans like I’m looking at a Happy Tree Friends AMV with a song like this. Yeah Happy Tree Friends is a disturbing creation on it’s own but it’s not because it’s done in seriousness and the fact it’s cutesy IS what makes it disturbing, not any relevance it has to a subject or stories its trying to tell. So paired with a song as intestine and serious in tone as this one just seems…. silly. The editor wanted it to be horrific and scary but with the content at hand… it’s nearly impossible to do and takes a lot of figuring out to make work and only a few horror media can pull it off. And once again maybe this is just a me problem and how I intake content, for me FNAF is a horror story, a tragedy, it keeps you up at night not because the fiction itself is scary, but the contents implied and the contents hinted. Freddy Krueger was a sadistic child murderer in life because it was the evilest and scariest human conduct he could think of. And it’s why it’s so disturbing in FNAF that this ominous purple figure for the first few games was clouded in mystery and terrifying because while Krueger he killed innocent children, the purple figure was scarier over the fact he worked with these children, and he might still have worked with said children and he was Never caught and we didn’t even know his name back then. But we, the player saw him. Then we’re given just his vague actions of not only killing innocent children for no rhyme or reason (and any reasons at the time being just as horrifying )he then“Stuffed the victims in the animatronics” makes you think about how utterly disturbing that is. How did he even manage to do that, how did they not find him, that’s so horrible? And if the Puppet did that, why? The Puppet is vaguely sympathetic or is it? Because why would it do something so disturbing and as horrible as stuffing children into metal suits to the point their blood and organs leaked out, even in the name of “saving” them. It’s still horrible! It’s still tragic!

So when I see attempts at acknowledging in the horror in FNAF I want to give reminders that despite everything, Baby was HORRIFYINGLY big, looked had a cuteness that leaves people with the uncanny feeling of a porcelain doll’s stare. (as well as Ballora’s horrific treats being based off that).

That the Puppet despite everything it’s not a human, and has never been shown to bend in the same way a human can, and when it does move its arms and legs are still stretched out in space as it jumps in to kill you.

And to keep aspects like this when creating fan horror content or original horror content. The simplest of choices are usually the best ones, the feeling of being unable to move while your vague unknown attacker's inch closer and closer, to walk blindly in the dark with dangerous creatures. And in the end of this scary tragedy, or wanting things to be happy again, trying to solve the mystery, trying to make the horrible less horrible, only death awaited. For all of us.

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