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glow-worms-are-believers · 1 year

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In the name of love (and gossip) dc x dp

The day had been going normally. Tim had been having breakfast with Cass when Bruce walked in bleary-eyed with a grunt in greeting as he went for the coffee machine. He and Damian has stayed out later than usual yesterday night, as a concession for the fact they couldn't patrol due to tonight's charity gala. Damian was currently staying with Jon, and would be sleeping at the Kent's for a sleepover night.

"Mr. Fenton will be in attendance for tonight's gala," Alfred said as he walked into the kitchen.

Bruce look up so quick, Tim swore he heard his neck crack. "Danny's coming?"

"Indeed, Master Bruce."

"Cat Grant is still on the guest list?"

"Yes, sir," Alfred answered dutifully.

"Perfect," Bruce said as he let a smile stretch across his face before he stood up. "I have some errands to run, I'll see you tonight," he said as he swept outside of the room.

Tim frowned at the strange behaviour before he turned towards Cass who just shrugged and went back to her breakfast.

"Who's Danny?" Tim asked Alfred as he stood up to get himself another cup of coffee.

"Mr. Fenton and Master Bruce were quite close when they were younger. The media went so far as to call them childhood sweethearts," Alfred started as he swapped out the espresso pod Tim had gotten out of the pantry for a decaf one, which had the teen pouting. "When Master Bruce disappeared for his 'backpacking trip through Europe', Mr. Fenton became distressed and made quite a fuss, going so far as offering a reward for information. Eventually, Mr. Fenton acquired a daughter and mostly retired from the public eye." Alfred paused before letting the corner of his lip curl up ever so slightly. "Still, when Master Bruce returned, there was apparently a very explosive and very public confrontation between the two of them. I am told it involved a good amount of tears and shouting."

"Tears?" Tim asked incredulously. Were they talking about the same emotionally-repressed man?

"Just so," Alfred answered with a nod. "They met up a few times since, but it has been a long time since Mr. Fenton was in town. I imagine tonight's gala will be very interesting."

This was disappointingly boring, Tim thought to himself as he sat by the drinks table. Everything had gone as usual, with schmoozing left and right while Bruce charmed the pants off the Gotham elite. Tim sighed. He didn't even have Dick to joke with, since he was on a mission off-planet. Just as he was considering calling Steph to allay his mounting boredom, a hush fell onto the ballroom. All heads turned towards the entrance, where Tim could see a man looking to be in his early-to-mid-thirties walking in with a young woman who bore him a striking resemblance. Both of them were quite attractive and looking very dapper in their obviously high-quality clothes but that didn't justify the crowd's reaction.

In the ensuing silence their arrival had caused, Bruce's greeting of "Danny," seemed very loud. The answering, "Bruce," was just as loud and the two exchanged a charged look and a nod before they both turned away from one another in concert.

Sound gradually came back to its previous level, but now Tim was intrigued. He grabbed a few hors-d'oeuvres and shoved them on a plate as he swerved between guests until he could get up to the balconies, for a better vantage point.

This was the batkids' favourite hideouts during galas, as it was great for making fun of some particularly snobbish guests. Tonight, it would serve for spying on the mysterious Danny.

As the night progressed, Tim noticed both Danny and Bruce giving each other longing looks when the other wasn't looking. On one occasion, Bruce even left a sentence unfinished as he caught sight of Danny, before he shook himself out of it and apologized. His conversation partners just looked at each other with gazes charged with meaning as they brushed off the apology.

At some point, Tim noticed Danny excusing himself from the conversation before he walked out of the ballroom. A moment later, Bruce did the same and followed him out. Tim polished off the last of the appetizer before getting himself back down.

He walked out cautiously, looking around for the two men when he heard voices coming from one of the smaller adjacent hallways. As he crept closer, he chanced a look around the corner to see Bruce and Danny talking to each other. He walked in closer to get a better view, only to quickly duck out of view when Bruce looked in his direction.

As Tim walked back further into the hidden nook, he had to stop himself from shrieking when he came into contact with a body.

"Yo," whispered who Tim now recognized as Ellie, Danny's daughter holding a cup of the punch and looking very relaxed.

"Hi?" Tim whispered back still trying to calm down his beating heart. "What are you doing her-"

"Shhh," she interrupted him, as she looked towards the two men. "They're getting to the good part."

Tim followed her lead and turned his attention back towards the two men.

"... I just wonder sometimes, what could've been," Danny looked into the distance wistfully, before he turned back towards Bruce, longing in his eyes.

"It's not too late," Bruce said passionately as he took the other man's hands. "We can still try again."

"No, Bruce." Danny took his hands away reluctantly, as if the very action was painful. "We're no longer the people we used to be." Then, he smiled, aching and fragile before continuing. "We have different lives now, there's no use clinging to the past."

"Danny please," said Bruce as he raised his hand to cup the other man's cheek tenderly. With a wretched sigh, Danny's resistance seemed to break as he let himself nuzzle into the larger man's palm, looking as if he couldn't help himself from seeking its warmth.

"Well, I'm up," Ellie breathed out before downing her cup. "Wish me luck!" she said as she walked off before Tim could get a chance to hold her back.

"Dad!" she called out loudly, as if completely oblivious to the atmosphere.

Danny tore himself away from Bruce's grasp guiltily as he turned towards his rapidly approaching daughter.

"Ellie," Danny said as he visibly collected himself. "What are you doing here?"

"The party was boring so I went to find you." She pouted. Then, as if just noticing the man, she exclaimed, "Mr. Wayne! We didn't have the chance to talk earlier, it's been so long!"

"Hello, Ellie," Bruce answered back warmly, despite looking still a little raw around the edges. "You've grown a lot since I last saw you."

"Well, I sure hope so," Ellie said jokingly. "It's been what, five years?"

"Yes, it has," Bruce answered, but he was looking at Danny who was doing his best to avoid Bruce's pleading gaze.

"If you're tired of the party already, why don't we go home early?" Danny suggested studiously avoiding the other man's eye.

"Really? We can go?" Ellie asked hopefully.

"Yes, sweetie," Danny said as he ruffled his daughter's head playfully.

"Dad! My hair!" she whined, as she patted it back in place. "Alright, give me a minute to get my bag, then we can go."

With that she started turning away before she stopped herself and turned back towards Bruce. "You should come visit us sometime, Mr. Wayne! Dad wouldn't say it but he misses you." With that, she turned with a twirl of fabric and started walking towards the ballroom. Danny ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

"You missed me?" Bruce asked, one part teasing and one part hopeful.

"You know I have," Danny looked up at the taller man, sounding defeated yet fond.

"I missed you too," Bruce breathed out as he brought his face closer and closer, until their lips were almost brushing-

"Mr. Wayne!" A voice came from the ballroom.

The spell broke and once again, the two men separated.

"I have to go," Danny mumbled as he took the chance to extirpate himself and start back in the same direction his daughter had gone.

"Danny, wait!" Bruce got out. "Could I really come visit you?" he stuttered out breathlessly.

Danny stopped, but didn't turn around as he answered in a voice clearly rough with emotions. "You'll always be welcome, Bruce. You know that." And then, he walked away.

Bruce kept his eyes glued onto Danny's departing back, until the other man's figure was swallowed in the crowd and disappeared. The sigh he let out was full of melancholy, but when he looked up again, his gaze was determinate. A beat later, he followed Danny into the ballroom.

Tim stayed where he was for a moment, just contemplating everything, before he started to move, but before he could come out of hiding, there was a movement in front of him. Freezing in place, he looked on as Cat Grant came out of what seemed to be her very own hiding spot. She looked around for any witness before she too snuck back towards the ballroom. Tim let his head hit the wall behind him.

What the hell had just happened.

#same Tim same #AU where Vlad got a redemption arc and made Danny the heir of DALVco and Danny and Bruce hit it off at some high-society event as teens #this is supposed to be crack of the two conning the media #but the star-crossed thing is also doing something for me #so I guess take it as you want?#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #danielle phantom #dani phantom #cat grant #bruce wayne x danny fenton #seriously what the hell did I just write #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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A Fresh Start [4]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of fake name, reader’s on the run, grogu is a menace

Word Count: 3,160

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #04: MAYFELD DIDN’T MEAN TO STEP ON HIM

Chapter Summary: As acting Deputy for the day, you keep the city safe by watching the Marshal crawl out of a hole in the wall.

“Taking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective.” ⏤Doe Zantamata

This was the first time you had ever walked the city streets with Mando, you realized. Up until now, you’d explore the sights of Nevarro with Grogu or Nima, and it’d be during his work hours. Nobody seemed caught off guard by the silver beskar warrior, which made sense considering this was his city, but it was still odd that all the attention drifting your way was to greet the man beside you eagerly. Mando always returned the greetings with a simple nod of his head. Walking beside him, you felt weirdly safe. Not that you didn’t feel safe walking these streets alone, but being side by side with a Mandalorian brought a sense of confidence. You doubted there was a soul in the universe who would willingly start a fight up with the man beside you.

Both of you walked a step behind Grogu’s pram. He was mumbling to himself while playing with the stuffed, blue frog. Around all of you, the street was decorated with bright flowers and banners. Each side was lined with various stalls selling every kind of item you could think of and from the looks of it the stalls went all the way up the street to the plaza in front of the Magistrate building.

“Does this happen every weekend?” You asked.

“Not every weekend. Just once a month. Karga is trying to increase that though.”

You continued to gaze around, waving at the vendors who waved at you, “Where I lived in the city, we had a marketplace this size that stuck around all the time, but it wasn’t as fun as this. In fact, I’d describe it less as cute and cheery, and more dangerous and shady.” You glanced toward Mando. “I’m pretty sure someone got mugged there daily.”

“Did you live there alone?” Mando asked.

“Mhmm. I have some family in Naboo still, but I lived alone on Coruscant. Tatooine too.”

“Mos Espa, right?” You nodded in response. Mando continued. “That’s quite the change. What took you to Tatooine in the first place?”

One of the last patients you treated had told you about Tatooine. He said Mos Espa was a desert hell scape that lowlifes and runaways called home because they belonged to no other world in the universe. Needless to say, he hadn’t been a fan and he had a scud experience there. It hadn’t been a revolutionary conversation, but for some reason it stuck in your brain. So, when your life spiraled out of control, and you decided to make a run for it, that was where you went.

You were a lowlife and a runaway, and you didn’t belong anywhere anymore.

“A friend told me it was a fun place to live.” You shrugged.

Mando shook his head, “I’m not sure that person should be called a friend if they sent you to that corner of the universe.”

“Bright eyes!” The sudden new voice startled you. Grogu dropped his stuffed toy at the sound and immediately lifted his arms. Seconds later, an older woman with bushy, curly hair stormed up with an ankle tall, one eyed droid stumbling around her ankles. Her face was decorated with a wide grin as she spoke directly to the child. “Oh, how I’ve missed you!” She scooped him up. “Your father has been keeping you from me.”

“You were literally the one who suggested I hire someone to watch him.” Mando sighed.

“Don’t you start with those excuses, tin man.” She snapped.

Mando motioned to the woman. “This is Peli. Peli, this is Soran.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, recognizing the name, “It’s nice to meet you. Nima has told me so much about you. She idolizes you.”

Peli bounced Grogu on her hip. “She’s a good kid. Just don’t tell her I told you that.” It seemed like Nima hadn’t exaggerated in any of the stories she told you. “Now, I’m taking the kid.” Peli lightly kicked the droid. “Get the pram!”

Without another word, you watched as the woman walked away with Grogu and her droid dragged the pram beside her. You turned your head to look up at Mando who was shaking his head. “Um, I think your child was just kidnapped.”

“Fighting Peli isn’t worth the energy.”

Music wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of food and sweets, and the crowd drifted around the both of you. Mando and you were just standing in the middle of the street now⏤ childless. Before, you at least had Grogu with you, but now you were alone with him. No adorable babbling to break up the awkward silences. Mando suddenly began to walk once more, and your eyes momentarily widened before keeping up with him.

“Can I ask you something probably considered personal?” You blurted. Mando glanced at you briefly before nodding. “Did you really used to be a bounty hunter?” His steps faltered and he did a double take toward you. Nervously, you held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”

“No, no. I’m not upset.” Mando replied. “I just… It caught me off guard. I thought everyone already knew that.”

“Oh,” You grinned, “Well, Nima did tell me you were, but Nima tells me a lot of things. Only 60% ends up being true.” Mando let out a soft chuckle and nod. “So, that’s a yes then?”

“Yes, I was.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“This job, I suppose.” Mando shrugged. The two of you paused so a set of people could carry armfuls of boxes across the path. “I was still taking bounties with Grogu at one time, to afford fuel and supplies, but I haven’t picked up a bounty since settling here.”

You nodded. The moment the path cleared you both began walking again. A woman held out an arm draped in thick scarves she was selling, and you politely shook your head and stepped past her. You cleared your throat. “I have another personal question⏤”

“You can ask anything you want, cyar’ika.” Mando interrupted you. You didn’t recognize the word at the end of his sentence. Though the accent made you believe it to be Mando’a. The tone he held conveyed a friendly air that settled any remaining nerves you had at the moment. Your lips curled up in a broad smile at him. Mando stiffly rolled his shoulders with a muted cough. “Go on.”

“How did you and Grogu meet?” You asked. “I know you adopted him, obviously, but was it at birth or…”

Mando tilted his head with a light huff. “He was a quarry actually. I was hired to pick him up and deliver him to a man here in Nevarro.” His words made you wonder what meeting that version of Mando would be like. “While bringing him here, he saved my life.”

“Aw, so you never turned him in?”

“No, I did.”

“Oh.” You blurted in surprise. “Huh.”

Mando paused at the edge of the street and you did the same. You had reached the mouth of the plaza where a band stood off to the side playing music as the townspeople shopped at the vendors perched around the circular space.

“But I did come back for him.” Mando finished. “I should’ve never left him in the first place. It was a mistake.”

“It sounds like you more than redeemed yourself.” You replied. He turned his head to stare at you, and this time you stared back in hopes that you could gauge something through the black glass of his visor. He was better at holding your gaze though because it only took seconds before you had to glance away. “It’s just obvious Grogu loves you like crazy, and he’s a great kid which is a testament to the guy raising him.”

“Thank you.” Mando hummed. The two of you stood side by side in silence, but this one wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and you could just enjoy the bubble of laughter, music, and chatter that surrounded you. Mando motioned across the plaza and you followed his hand to where a dark skinned man in elegant red and gold robes stood speaking to a few others. “Have you met Karga yet?”

“High Magistrate Karga? The guy, you know, running Nevarro?” You shook your head with a disbelieving laugh. “No. He always seemed a bit busy for me to suddenly stop and introduce myself.”

“Come on.” Mando chuckled. He set his hand on your upper back and led you closer to the large, busy building. If eyes hadn’t been on you before when you were walking side by side with the Mandalorian, they certainly were now as you grew closer and closer to the High Magistrate. When you were a few feet away, Karga’s eyes glanced over and his face brightened. He stepped away from the people he was speaking to so he could meet you halfway. “Karga.”

“Mando!” He greeted, holding out an arm. Mando pulled his hand away from your back to return the greeting. Karga’s eyes drifted to you with a smile. “And who is this beautiful, young woman?”

“Hi, I’m Soran. It’s very nice to meet you, sir.” You replied.

“Please, no need for the formalities.” Karga laughed. “Any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine. I believe I’ve seen you around some. You’re no traveler here, correct?”

You shook your head. “No. I moved in with Mando.” Karga’s eyes momentarily widened and you held a hand out to clarify. “As his nanny⏤ Grogu’s nanny. I’m Grogu’s nanny.”

“Ah!” Karga laughed. “I understand now. You’re Nima’s cousin then? Sorry for the confusion, I was expecting someone a little less human.” He glanced around. “Where is the little guy though?”

“Peli beat you to him.” Mando replied. He pressed a few buttons on his gauntlet.

“Damn.” Karga shook his head with a mumbled curse. His hands drifted to his waist and his attention swiveled to focus solely on the Mandalorian beside you. “I’m actually glad I ran into you. We have a problem. The Anzellans who run the droid repair shop two streets over have some complaints.”

Mando crossed his arms. “Today’s my day off. Mayfeld is running point.”

“Mayfeld doesn’t quite have your…charm.” Karga replied. “Besides, the Anzellans hate him after what happened last time.”

“It was an accident. Mayfeld didn’t mean to step on him.”

“Yes, well they’re not quite ready to let bygones be bygones.”

“Too bad. He’s the Deputy on shift. They either file their complaint with him or wait until tomorrow.” Mando said simply. You wondered if that meant Cara was off today too. On weekends did just one of them work?

Peli’s voice shouting from behind you made you glance over your shoulder to see the woman rushing over with Grogu’s pram beside her. Briefly, you worried something was going on with the kid, but he seemed as chipper as ever as he nibbled on a stick of meat. Peli must have bought it for him.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“I messaged you where we are.” Mando motioned to his gauntlet.

“Whatever.” Peli waved his words off. “Here’s your boy back. I gotta get to the landing pad. One of the merchants’ ships went AWOL.” Grogu lifted his half finished snack and you cooed at him in response. Peli begun to rush away once more, no further information given, but paused to glare over her shoulder at the droid that lingered by the pram. “Come on, you idiot!”

The droid jumped in alarm before sprinting after her. You chuckled in amusement before reaching down to scoop up Grogu who had lifted one hand in request. Once settled in your arms, he held the stick of roasted meat up to your mouth to share. You took a small bite from the opposite end then thanked him profusely to which he squealed in delight.

“Plus, now Mayfeld will be busy with whatever the kriff is going on at the landing pad.” Karga raised an eyebrow.

Mando hesitated and his gaze drifted over to you which caught you off guard. You bounced Grogu lightly in your arms, making him giggle, then gave Mando a reassuring smile. “If you really need to go I can keep an eye on Grogu. We’ll explore the market some more.”

He held your gaze a second more before turning to Karga. “What’s the nature of the complaint?”

“Non-violent.” The Magistrate shrugged. “They think someone’s been breaking in and stealing their things. Some items have been going missing. Very much a tomorrow problem, but they’re insistent that it be solved today.” Karga held a hand over his chest. “As an old friend, I would love for you to help me keep the best droid repair mechanics in the Outer Rim happy.”

“Fine.” Mando sighed. “We’ll go see them.”

“Yes! Thank you, Mando!”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “We?”

Mando had one hand resting on his belt as he tilted his head toward you. There was something about his posture that screamed ‘sheepish’ to you. “If you don’t mind tagging along. I did want to show you around the market eventually, but I know this is a lousy day off for you.”

You let out a small laugh, “It’d be my honor to tag along, Marshal.” The sheepish energy you initially got from him disappeared as he gave you a slight nod. You both threw back quick good-byes to the Magistrate, and you added that it had been nice to meet him before following Mando down a different street. “Me tagging along. Does this mean I’m a Deputy today? Because if so, I’d like a badge.”

“I’ll work on that for you.” Mando chuckled.

On the list of things you thought you’d get to witness today, you didn’t think seeing Mando’s large frame crawl into a Anzellan garage would be one. He may have thought this was turning out to be a lousy day off, but you were truly entertained watching him sit curled up, seated with his legs crossed, while arguing with the head droid repair tech of the garage. When you all arrived to the garage, the Anzellans had insisted that the Marshal step into their office to discuss the matters at hand. Their office being a tiny crawl space that fit multiple working Anzellans with ease.

You had been invited in as well, but it was much more fun to watch from the entrance of the garage where you knelt with Grogu.

“I don’t understand.” Mando let out an irritable sigh. “Do you speak Huttese?”

“Ransack. Ransack!” The Anzallen standing across from him groaned in a squeaky voice. He continued on in his own language before belting the word out once more. “Ransack!”

“Who? Who do you think is ransacking your garage?” Mando pressed.

You bit down on your lips to keep back a chuckle. You glanced down to share the amusement with Grogu only to realize the little green guy had wandered off. Eyes blown with panic, the sound of his nearby cooing reassured you quickly. Grogu had stepped away from you to wander into the garage toward the pack of Anzallens. “Oh no.” You hissed quietly and reached out to him. “Grogu. Come here. Your buir is working.”

Grogu ignored you with the complacency only a toddler could have and crawled onto the table. He was only there for half a second before he wrapped his arms around the Anzellen who had been struggling to communicate with his father.

“No, Grogu.” You blurted as the Anzellan hollered.

The child cuddled to the man who was about the size of his stuffed frog. At least he wasn’t trying to eat him, you supposed. “No, no, no, no, no!” The Anzellen bellowed. “No squeezie, not squeeze! Not squeeze!”

“Grogu. K’olar!” Mando reached out to the kid. “Sorry, he’s young.”

“Bad baby!” The Anzellan replied. You crawled into the space to grab him, but he took a step out of your reach. Mando held his arm out to keep Grogu from waddling away any farther and herded him into your direction. When he was close enough, you scooped up the green, giggling gremlin and tried to detangle his arms from around the Anzellan. When the droid repair tech broke free he hurried away, still repeating the same phrases. “Oh, bad baby.”

You had kept most of your laughter in control, but when your gaze met Mando to see him already staring at you the dam broke and a laugh slipped from your lips. Quickly, you crawled out of the garage before you could really lose control and once out you stood to let all your amusement out. Grogu joined in happily, and you bounced him in your arms.

“No wonder your buir calls you a womp rat.” You laughed.

A minute later you watched the Marshal, esteemed Mandalorian, decorated in rare beskar sacred to his people and sought after over the universe, crawl out of the garage. You were leaning against the wall with his son in your arms, and the moment he was able to rise fully to his feet another laugh spluttered from your lips. Mando set his hands on his hips as he stared at you, and you shook your head. “I’m sorry, but between watching your son cuddle a droid tech and you crawl out of a hole, I didn’t stand a chance at keeping a straight face.”

“Uh huh.” Mando stepped closer and held his arms out for Grogu. “I hate to break the news to you, but you’re fired as my Deputy.”

“Drat.” You snapped your fingers with a wide grin.

Mando turned his attention to his son, “And you. What have we discussed about cuddling people against their will, ad’ika?” Grogu made a humming noise that suspiciously sounded like ‘I don’t know’. Then he held his hands up to his father’s helmet with his face drawn in innocence. “Uh huh. Nuh’la.”

“Did you save the day, Marshal?” You asked.

Mando looked back up to you. “I did. No thanks to my two deputies.” You laughed. Mando kept Grogu in his arms as the two of you walked back toward the market. The pram followed behind you. “I promised them we’d add their garage to our evening route when we’re walking the city.”

“Mmm.” You held your hands behind your back and shot him a grin. “It’s nice to see Nevarro’s security in action. I feel safer already.”

“Happy to be of service.” Mando replied with a breathy laugh.

You reached out to tickle Grogu’s belly as you walked. “Speaking of service, I’m still waiting for that tour, Marshal.”

“Of course.” Mando nodded. “I think I owe you lunch now as well.”

At the word lunch, Grogu began to babble in excitement. If any other job you worked had you technically working on your day off and specifically spending it with your employer you’d consider it an absolute nightmare. However, this day had only grown more and more enjoyable, and laughing with Mando had knocked off the last bit of awkward chill you had felt overall. Watching him crawl out of a hole had probably helped.

A/N: Do you guys want translations to the Mando’a used? At first I wasn’t going to b/c then as you read you’re just as clueless as the reader on what’s being said, but I know personally I’m too nosy to not know lol. I’ll give translations this time below--

Cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart

K'olar: Come here

Nuh'la: Funny

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #Female reader #star wars #nevarro #greef karga #the high magistrate #peli motto #mandalorian and grogu #grogu is a precious menace to society #nanny AU #nanny!reader #slow burn

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twistedappletree · 10 months

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I just love the idea of present-day Nie Huaisang being an insufferable bougie hipster art hoe, I want him at fancy gallery shows sipping wine and craft coffee and looking at a painting like “mmm yes the skrembly-grog hatch stroke technique of this original ✨omelette du fromage✨ piece is immaculate, very post-modern witch house galaxycore” and Nie Mingjue is in the background ripping his hair out and losing his goddamn mind every. single. time.

#mdzs #the untamed #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #nie bros #mo dao zu shi #mdzs headcanons #mdzs modern au #hipster huaisang #angy mingjue #I also just really wanna go to an art gallery with nie huaisang and so we can bullshit our way thru high society events LMFAO #who needs qi deviation when your brother is a modern art snob AKDNAKJDKA #apple babble 🍎

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inahallucination · 1 year

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anderperry but neil notices that whenever charlie talks about girls, todd laughs along, but doesn’t seem all that interested

and then he starts noticing that todd never shows interest in girls

and also not any interest in boys

and like todd’s a good looking guy, he’s sweet and has really nice eyes, and his voice is something that one could hear everyday and never get tired, and he’s got really nice lips, and his smile is honestly the most beautiful thing ever

so it’s not like there wouldn’t be people who dont show interest in him

that gets neil thinking, what if todd has someone from his old school

so he subtly interrogates todd subtly

(”so... are you seeing anyone?”

“what? like a therapist?”)

but that shows little results

and he’s sitting there trying to interrogate todd in different aspects of his life to find out if he has a crush or so and todd always turns a really pretty pink when he does and his eyes flash with something that almost looks like hope but that doesn't make sense

it makes sense when charlie corners him and tells him to just ask todd out ‘oh my fucking god neil; you’ve been on his dick about having someone else; like i get it you want to make sure ur reading the signs right; but its been weeks and todd’s made it clear he has no one on his mind but you so stop being a little bitch and just ask him out”

“what”

“said with love”

“oh my god”

“a lot of love”

“i wanna ask todd out. oh my god i wanna know if he’s single becuz i want him to be not single... with ME”

anyway

i dont know what im writing i was just gonna say imagine neil being all confused why todd, despite his gorgeous face and gorgeous personality never shows interest in dating even tho he totally could get anyone all the while drooling over him and just barely missing todd’s longing gazes

#did ppl over use 'on {__} dick about {something} in ur high school too #dead poets society #dead poets #deadpoets #dead poets headcanons #todd anderson #anderperry fanfic #anderperry #anderperry fic #anderperry AU #todd and neil #neil x todd #neil and todd #todd anderson headcanons #Neil Perry #todd x neil

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wxywardsun · 1 month

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*walking up to my podium,fixing my dress and immediately clearing my throat*

Ahem. Gunslinger Molly O’Shea. Thank you :)

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hanakihan · 7 months

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I’m still not over jinchul interacting with kyung hye (I literally brainrotted over it), jinchul definitely being respectful to previous empress while kyung hye being genuinely nice to him without demanding anything back

jinchul just walking around palace trying to familiarize himself with layout of it until he notices a group of palace girls escorting someone. he’s not announcing his presence and just silently observes, finally noticing woman’s face when she slightly turns. she’s frail and ill looking but nonetheless beautiful and gentle and oh, current ruling emperor absolutely took his beauty after his mother. jicnhul notices how she walks with support of her ladies in waiting, how she struggles with keeping herself going straight. and will all that in mind it’s weird to see such thick makeup on her, it contrasts with her relatively simple robes.

next time they see each other properly is when he and jinwoo encounter her in one of palace gardens, she still looks ill but at least she walks on her own without support of her maids. and yet again jinchul notices too thick layer of makeup for someone in such condition. jinwoo introduces them to each other and after a small pleasant exchange jinchul notices that it’s not common for ill people to wear such makeup even if she’s the former empress. even more, some maids looked nervous when they approached former empress and kept stealing glances at her, as if to see if she’ll say something unnecessary.

jinwoo tells jinchul about his mother’s unknown illness that keeps eating her health away, and apparently even royal doctor (and on top of that jinwoo’s best healing summon) can’t fix whatever is wrong - even after treatment she gets better only to get worse after couple of days. apparently when passing them by, jinchul informs jinwoo of slight medical alcohol smell, yet something doesn’t click. jinchul is no doctor but he knows that medical alcohol is used to treat skin and high temperature in most cases and both aren’t the cases in kyung hye’s case according to royal doctor and jinah.

jinwoo says that jinah multiple times inspected what medicine their mother receives and what is used to clean her after episodes. jinah, jinchul and royal doctor hold an investigation because apparently some sort of medicine is circulating in palace and has found it’s way to previous empress.

jinchul has his suspicions with slight alcoholic smell. while royal doctor informs that it isn’t his prescription, there’s no harm in rubbing it on skin since it’s cleans away dirt and other stuff. while jinchul agrees with that point, he and jinah deem it an unnecessary addition from maids that still prefer to keep their empress looking properly groomed and mostly to cover scent of illness.

one day jinchul visits bedridden kyung hye after one of her episodes, asking her about her medical routine. he’s extremely interested in schedule of rubbing alcohol on skin since it’s the suspicious thing here. he asks if she knows where maids store it, and she points to medical cabinet where other medicine is kept. for time being he asks her to refuse rubbing alcohol especially considering it’s now what doctor prescribed for some days.

after that her condition slightly improves and stays so without any detour. jinchul, who had taken a bottle of that alcohol asked jinah and doctor’s assistance in trying to understand if it’s an actual alcohol or poisonous one. with help of jongin and his expertise in fire truth came out and jinchul asked jinwoo to get rid of all alcohol in palace for time being. just as he went to check on kyung hye later he saw her maids rubbing alcohol on barely conscious empress and in fit of anger confronts them. turns out head maid brought this supposedly good cosmetic alcohol to keep empress’ appearance despite her illness and to mask awful stench of illness and they proceeded to do so because after jinchul’s advice she refused procedure and now everything became worse. jinchul is furious and grabs that bottle, forcing maid’s mouth open and threatening to spill it all into it.

‘do you even realize that what you brought is an actual poison? do you realize that you slowly was rubbing it into her skin keeping her constantly poisoned? what do you think will happen if I’ll spill it all in one go? in best case you’ll go blind, in worst you’ll die in less that a hour.’

after that he just kicks all of them out and asks other servants to bring royal doctor and jinah here as fast as they can while he starts to work on countermeasures.

who would’ve thought someone will be dumb enough in this palace to almost fall for same stupid poisoning trick. there’s been so many cases of nobles dying in agony at celebrations and meetings after drinking alcohol and he’s not having a kind woman dying on him especially when he knows what to do.

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #royal AU #okay listen it’s literally a ballad about ethanol and methanol lmao #my mom has a degree in chemistry and worked with chemiscals half of her life #first lesson in life was ‘dear never use suspicious alcohol and even better if you won’t drink at all’#second was ‘never touch chemicals without gloves sweetie’ told by grandma who burned her middle finger in acid by accident #jinchul is extremely suspicious of alcohol and is extremely well versed in poisoning and killing methods of high society #that’s what it meant surviving in his homeland lmao #he saw weak ill kyung hye who’s a really nice lady and he’s triggered #especially considering it’s a kind and sweet mother #and he never had one hence why he’s so charmed

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tennessoui · 1 year

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where’s my toxic dark academia au where the Jedi Order is a prestigious private university for rich kids who are all a different flavor of beautiful and fucked up, and Anakin is the kid they let in on scholarship once every a few years and he comes in scrappy and defensive and in love with the daughter of the family who is sponsoring him (and maybe half-adopted him when he was 10 so it’s a bit fucked up all around)

and he meets this pretentious dickbag of a student on his hall who is so cold and aloof that anakin can’t stand him, this guy obi-wan who’s so beautiful and untouchable and who sees right through him

I imagine they fuck in the most explosive way where they’re in the middle of a very loud fight in some bathroom in some rich kid’s house and neither is sober, and obi-wan says some awful shit about anakin being in love with Padmé and if his adoptive parents knew they probably would wish they hadn’t adopted him and anakin says some awful shit about how obi-wan’s been sent to boarding schools all his life cause his father never wanted him, and it starts as a fight but they’re just punching each other with their mouths and probably crying too

#Kit’s silly lil AUs #cw: drugs #(maybe these tags do not go together lol)#obikin #give me that toxic same age obikin #scholarship kid anakin in a world of burnouts and trust fund kids #trying to belong #maybe after their first time obi-wan decides he’s gonna take him under his wing #and show him the high society fucked up kids ropes #only there’d be so many scenes where anakin slowly finds out how fucked obi-wan is #and he slowly starts caring more and more #in a way that genuinely scares him so much #that he leaves before he graduates??#ends up writing a book about it ten years later (all names changed)#and obi-wan finds him because in the book he is not shy about calling obi-wan the great fucked up love of his great fucked up life #lol I guess this has very little in common with Star Wars

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apoptoses · 5 months

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Would you ever write genderbent devil’s minion?

gosh this is a complicated topic for me.

So despite being a lesbian myself, I interact with very very little lesbian/wlw media.

I'm at the masc/butch end of the spectrum and I just don't see myself represented in like 95% of wlw media. It's all femme4femme, or at best contains a 'woman with a haircut between a pixie and a bob, who still wears copious amounts of makeup but wears jeans from the mens section'. Or there's a butch character but she's treated as the butt of jokes. Hell even in art I can rarely find a woman like me. I unfollowed a really popular queer artist because they would draw literally every type of queer person/couple or throuple except for a masc/butch woman.

And I rarely interact with gender swap aus or art because like...it often seems to hinge on heteronormative ideals of femininity (and sometimes even feels fetishizing but that's a whole other rant). Long hair and lipstick and heels and skirts. I've yet to see a gender swap that includes a character whose identity is woman, but whose identity also hinges on being a butch/masc/stud. Seeing endless femme4femme stuff ends up making me feel sad.

I can't divorce my perspective from any piece of wlw media I would ever create, and it just seems like my type of perspective isn't wanted.

And like normally I'm all about creating the content I desire to see but it's almost too vulnerable a thing for me. I have enough trouble getting people irl to respect my identity and not thrust socially acceptable feminine things upon me, trying to do it via the medium of fic? Idk, if the piece wasn't appreciated I would feel so crushed.

Which is a shame because I can think of angles to work from that are interesting to me. But I just don't think it's what anyone is looking for when they ask for gender swap!

#apoptoses answers #this is a downer answer i'm so sorry!!#but it's my experience and like #it's so hard to see people enthusing over how hot gender swap is when it's two high femme versions of the characters #and wondering why one of them can't be someone like me #what would be wrong with letting one of them have short hair #or not putting them in make up #it doesn't make it less of a gender swap au #if you turn a cis man into a cis woman who doesn't look the way society expects women to look #but idk i think women like me are treated as so othered and invisible #so maybe someone who hasn't lived this experience can't get it or can't be bothered to care

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edenisodd · 1 year

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Forgot to post these gals here. Marissa got a little tipsy at the bar she’s 24. Brianna is 23 and Robin is 22 years old. Marissa can get drunk pretty quickly, Robin is usually second and Brianna can sustain more drinks than Robin and Mari combined. Brianna claims that it’s because she drinks so many energy drinks that alcohol doesn’t really do anything. The science doesn’t add up so who knows…

Drink responsibly and legally fellas 😉

#college au #rainbow high #rainbow high ships #fanart #super secret sleepover society is too long guys #pls help me shorten it #rainbow high dolls

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duststooooorm · 11 months

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don't mind me just playing decaydance among us

#mystery at decaydance high #decaydance #the ready set #the academy is...#the cab #cobra starship #fall out boy #four year strong #gym class heroes #hey monday #panic! at the disco #this game is so ao3 like #whose high school au did you guys thieve for this??#imagine society if the hush sound were still in the contract and in this game

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agxero · 1 year

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im gonna write a karmagisa fanfic one of these days and none of you can stop me. BTW

#im very excited #but also kinda busy #but if youre curious #what i have set up so far is basically an au where they all go to high school together #and karma and nagisa and avoiding their feelings for each other that slowly crop up #its basically gonna be a coming of age story with humor similar to the show + exploring their relationship #also throwing some angst in there of course #specifically family related bullshit for both karma and nagisa and also how their family and some peers react to the relationship #as it is not a heterosexual relationship and society is poop #but anyway yeah #❤️❤️❤️❤️#assassination classroom #assclass #karma akabane #karmagisa #nagisa shiota

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jessicas-pi · 1 year

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Well, since y'all liked the first Medieval AU As Memes so much...

brb adding Omerrin right up there with Jaceoka on my list of Crack BroTPs From My Fics (tho technically it's Omerrical, a BroT3)

#not pictured: the exact same thing except it's merrin angry pointing at nala se and holding omega #or merrin holding cal and pointing at trillia (who is not evil here she just picks on cal cause shes bored)#or cal holding merrin AND omega and pointing at all of ✨High Society✨ who is being very judgmental of them #Jessie's Star Wars Medieval AU As Memes #asajj ventress #tbb omega #nightsister merrin #star wars #the bad batch #jedi fallen order #jessica's art #star wars medieval au

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innytoes · 1 year

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I am behind on all of the things but this is me inviting you to give your headcanons about Ezra Mercer/the Alex & Julie platonic powercouple Arranged Marriage AU ❤️

Set in @daintyduck99‘s arranged marriage AU.

-Ezra Mercer grows up with so many parental figures. Like sure, his friends have Mother and Father and Nanny, but HE has his mother and father, his papa, his daddy, and his Willie. And uncles and aunties. He learns pretty quickly not to call any of them by their parent names in front of Father's parents, because they're big meanies.

-You just know that Willie is encouraging every single schoolboy prank of Ezra's behind Alex and Julie's back.

-Ray Molina just straight-faced saying Ezra takes after Tío Julio whenever anyone points out that he looks a lot like that fellow who runs the stables. Victoria nods along even though she knows neither Rose or Ray have a Tío Julio.

-Explaining the birds and the bees is easy, because the barn cat just had kittens and Reggie thought that would be a better starting point than horses. Love and marriage and relationships are a liiittle harder and he gets flummoxed at Ezra's rapid fire questions (he is Alex' son no matter what DNA he has) and he has to call in reinforcements.

-Ezra going to all his parents one by one for advice about what to do with his first crush and finally going to Aunt Flynn because he has no idea how his parents even got together because that advice was all terrible ("Just write them a song!") or unhelpful ("We love you no matter who you love") or weird ("Take them into a museum and scream with them.").

-Reggie just straight up sat him down like: look buddy do you think I have any idea how I ended up with your mother and daddy? I have no clue! Just be yourself? Be kind to animals. Bribe their horse with apples. I don’t know!

-They're all raising him but Alex and Julie have final say if only because they're usually the ones who are most likely to think thinks through logically and not tell Little Ezra to balance a bucket of horse manure over the door of his bully's house right before school.

-Julie and Alex regularly just sit on the sofa in front of the fire, her legs flung over his, as they gossip about their partners and friends and people at parties. Since Luke and Reggie have ins with other people’s servants, and Willie is Willie, they know everyone’s business.

#ezra my beloved #the julie alex arranged marriage au #I wrote a thing #not!fic #julie and the phantoms #juliexlukexreggie #willex #there have been several times where Alex and Julie had to ground not just Ezra but also all their partners #ezra would do so well in high society since he's like: nothing phases me after the childhood I had

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lady-assnali · 11 months

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Just some cute pastel girlies getting into mischief, it’s a WIP on a Tuesday! It might get expanded, it might stay this way, who knows! bc there’s no rules in my life rn, just vibes.

(Jan and Marcia are sisters, Lemon’s their cousin, the vibe is affluent New York natives and their Canadian cousin who are besties living their lives.)

💜 💛 🧡

“You can’t do that!” Marcia hisses, her head whipping around to see if anybody is watching. They’re not; the party is in full swing upstairs, and the only people around are the caterers, who are far too concerned with preparing desserts and figuring out how to cut the massive cake Jan and Marcia’s mom had ordered to notice the three teenagers huddled around their extra fridge. Jan’s shuffling things around in her backpack, making room to wrap washcloths around a bottle of top shelf rosé.

“Who says that I can’t?”

“If mom finds out we’re dead.”

“She’s not going to find out” Lemon rolls her eyes, brushing her perfect blonde to yellow ombré from her eyes. “She’s too busy talking with my mom about how nice it is that we’re all staying in the same city for school. Really, Marshie, take a breath.”

“I am breathing!”

“You’re not.” Jan pats her head lightly, adding a second bottle of pink whine to her backpack. “Besides, technically the only person who’s doing anything is me. I’m taking the alcohol, nobody will know it’s gone. You’re barely even an accomplice. You’re the graduate! And you’re the princess. Nobody’s going to tell you a single thing.”

“Yeah. You seem to forget that in my country, we’d be able to go and get our own stuff instead of drinking what your mom likes.” Lemon stacks a couple of seltzers in the font pocket of her own little bag, protected by some dish towels she’d managed to snag. The two older girls are a well-oiled machine, and Marcia continues to look around as they finish up their work. Finally, Jan zips up her backpack with a practiced ease.

“In a week it won’t matter anyway because I can buy. But I won’t buy if you’re not being safe, that’s the rule.”

“Yes mom, we get it. I’m the only one you’ll be buying for. Marshie’s too good to break the rules.”

“Leave me alone!”

“You know, your pouting’s a lot more noticeable than us walking to the fridge to get something.”

“Alright you two, lose it. We’re going to the roof and you two need to play nice until then, and if you don’t I’ll call Rosie and Goona back to share this all with me instead.” She notices Marcia’s pout and stops in her tracks, folding her hands over her chest. The caterers whir around them, stopping only once to offer them a tray of tiny, stupidly perfect strawberry shortcakes. Marcia takes two, thanks the waitress entirely too much to be subtle, and Jan grabs hold of her arm before she can say anything else.

The girls are a giggling mess as they weave through the crowd, filling their hands with desserts and waving to the crowd of people that have come to celebrate Marcia’s big day. It’s mostly adults now; her friends had come and gone, leaving for their own parties or dinner reservations while Marcia knew hers would last well into the night. It’s not as if their mother never throws parties, they’d just had a little dinner party for some charity last week. But this? This big life event, the high school graduation of her last baby? She’d really called out all of the stops for this, and although a portion of it all is certainly aimed toward showing off a little bit, Marcia truly is grateful for it all.

However, with Lemon stacking a plate high with three slices of cake and Jan stopping to chat with their incessantly chatty and passive aggressively homophobic uncle, she wants desperately to power her way through the crowd to the safety of the roof.

#pastel girlies #existing in the Manhattan au #their teenage years are so fun to me I have such a strong vibe of what they’re like #(every time I come home from a high society gig I think of them bc that’s their life)#the three of them are such trouble #manhattan au #I’m watching cdr1 and I keep thinking how perfect lemon fits into this narrative and I can’t NOT include her now

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