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Our Digimon Story - Chapter 1: Dragon World [incomplete]

Our Digimon Story

By JB, Tyket, Rose, and Marik

Chapter 1: Dragon World

Chapter 1: Dragon world

This story begins with one digimon named Wulmon. She doesnt know who she really is because when she had come to the Digiworld she was separated from her group. So know she lives with a fighting group in Digitopia. She has been teasing a bunch of male digimon saying that they were weak sticks. So they get their revenge bye figuring out how to digivolve and destroy her. Once she was destroyed she was sent to the wonder world where she meet the under world lord named Anubusmon. She became get friends with Anubus and once she figured out how to warp to her mega Wul and Anubus went up to the Digiworld and destroyed the males. Anubus went down to her rookie and became Starpomon. Wul and Starpo stayed together trying their best to not hate each other. On theyre way of getting their group together they meet their first enemy named Anthyingusmon. They had killed him with no problem and gained two new friends Maii and Wofosa. After that they havent got any other digi-enemies. They had got a big group and found a house to live in. Then a creature from another world named Shifty came and kidnapped Starpo, Chotra, Maii, and Wofosa. He took them to his world called the Bounty hunters. Starpo, Chotra, Maii, and Wofosa found out that they were gods of that world and found a way of getting out of they prison with the help of a smaller girl named Say. The five found a holy place that had all the gods and goddesses and they meet up with Foxlee, Ecrow, and Blinder. They had found a way back to the digiworld and when shifty came after them he was hunted down by Syber, by the orders of the one he had to marry Wul. After Syber had killed Shifty he came back to claim his prize but Chotra and Maii had already given birth to their second puppy Choii. Syber was furious and had to leave and come back the next day a pick up Wul the next day. Maii had come up with a plan to keep Wulmon in the digiworld longer. So Maii told Wallka and Blinder to take Choii and train her to be a great fighter and come back a year later. So thats what they did and when Syber came back the next day Wul told him that she wouldnt go with him until he brought back Choii. He wanted to choke her but he was not aloud the hurt her because of his religion. A year later he found Choii and she is a grown woman. She says that she will race him to her house. She was faster than him and now waits for him to come.

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*Cho'iimon is resting waiting for Sybermon. * *Starpo walks over to Ma'ii* Starpo: If any one asks, I'm taking a walk. Maiimon: Why? Starpo: Just feel like going outside. Im not pulling a stunt like I did a year ago, don't worry. Ma'ii: I wont worry but Ralager will. Starpo: I know I'll go tell him... *turns and walks over to Ralager* Ralager: Hey, Starpo. Starpo: Thought I should tell you I'm taking a walk. Ok, I just haven't been out in a while and want some fresh air. Ralager: I'm going with you! *Smiles* Starpo: Sure come on then.

Ecrow: HE'S COMING! *Louder* HE'S CCCOOOOOOMMMMMIIINNNNGGGG! Sybermon is here and he's coming at top speed! *Nods* Starpo: well who ever is coming come now *turns and walks to the back door Ecrow: *runs in front of her* It's Sybermon! Starpo: I know who he is and if I know him he will come through the front door. Ecrow: But he looks very angry! Starpo: Listen, I don't want to watch the fight I will leave when he comes in. . . . . . Cho'ii: He's already here. Sybermon: WWWUUUULLLLLMON! *Sighs* Starpo: great... *Door slams open* Syber: Wulmon, Cho'ii is home and it's time to go! *Starpo looks at him* Starpo: You didn't bring her here... Wulmon: Yeah and Cho'ii is going to challenge you to a match! Cho'ii: I am? Oh, I am! *Her tail flicks in annoyance* Starpo: Now can I go? * Wofosa appears at the top of the stairs* Syber: *snarling* No one is going anywhere! *Looks at Starpo* Blinder: He energy is going up! Starpo: Listen I am not part of this fight I need to take a walk...*Her voice is calm* Syber: *Looks at her in anger* YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! NO ONE IS! I WILL KILL EVERYONE AND WULMON IS NOT GOING TO STOP ME! *She shoots him an evil glare* Starpo: There has been enough bloodshed for one day! When will the killing stop? Sybermon: NEVER! Starpo: Do what you must! *She sighs* Syber: Maybe I should start with YOU! *Runs at her and then gets tackled by Cho'iimon * *Smiles and looks at the rug then looks to Ecrow* Starpo: There are more creatures of hatred coming! *Wofosa looks at her* Cho'ii: You leave them alone! Syber: And what are you going to do? *Pushes her against the wall* *Cho'ii gets to her feet and jumps at him* Wofosa: I think Starpo might need help! Chotra: Starpo, are you ok? *Starpo blinks twice* Starpo: Theyre coming and theres nothing we can do about it. *Wofosa looks at her and suddenly her eyes widen* Wofosa: Don't touch her until she falls... Chotra: What do you mean? *Syber and Cho'ii smash through the wall and keep fighting out side* Wofosa: It's a prophecy *She looks at Syber* Starpo: The Dragon world has fallen and they are coming for the last piece of the puzzle! Matra: We'll all fight and well help you Starpo! *Her eyes go in and out of focus and she falls over* Wofosa: Help her out of this room and if I don't know better Alko will make an appearance very soon Chotra: *goes to help Starpo* Who...is Alko? Wofosa: That wolf she scared the wits out of on Cho'iis first day alive... Chotra: *looks over at Cho'ii who was biting hard on Sybermon's neck* What does he want? Wofosa: He wants to know if the secret keeper is still alive *She sighs and sits knowing she can not pass the battle and Starpo slowly gets to her feet* Chotra: Starpo! Cho'ii: *in the background* you @&%$! Syber: *also in the background* Take that! *She looks at the battle and shakes* Starpo: I don't want to do that again. Chotra: Lets go some where safer. Wulmon: *staring at Cho'ii fighting Syber* *Thinking* ~What have I done? ~ *Nods and Alko runs in through the backdoor* Alko: Theyre coming aren't they? Wulmon: Cho'ii, CHO'II! *Starpo nods and walk with Chotra Alko follows them* Cho'ii: *gets slammed against the house and under her breath* #%$!% Syber: Not so tuff know! *Watches Cho'ii* Wofosa: Digivolve Cho'ii! Cho'ii:? Wallka: That secret technique! Cho'ii: Oh! Syber: What? Alko:? Cho'ii: *stands up* Cho'iimon RIPERDIGIVOLTIOOOONNNNNNNNN...*GLOWING* Alko: Darn it, Starpo you shouldn't have done that... Linsa: LINSAMON! Linsa: Now who is the tuff one? Syber: Oh, ya! *Starpo looks back as they walk down the hall* Starpo: Good luck. Syber: Sybermon MACHIN TRANSFORMATIOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN.... *Starpo and the group walk into an empty room* Chotra: Now what? Starpo: No clue... Lornad: LORNADMON! Linsa: So ready to battle? Lornad: Yep! *Starpo shakes her head suddenly* Starpo: The dragons returned... Mariene: Starpo! Oh, good youre ok. Starpo: They weren't suppose to for at least a 100 years, but they did and now it's gone. *Tears ride up in her eyes* Mariene: I know something is wrong but I just can't figure it out! *Looks at Alko* Starpo: Theyre coming here. They destroyed the dragon world and now I am the only one left... Marienemon: No youre not. Remember I was a dragon too. *Shakes her head* Starpo: Thats not what I mean... Mariene: Then what do you mea*shocked look* You mean... Wallka: What? What is going on? *She nods* Starpo: The secret keepers. Mariene: Could I bee your main protector? So is that what Barkon meant? Mariene: Barkon came to me the day before I was kidnapped and sent me to a different dimension. Mariene: He told me to guard and protect the stars of the secret keepers. Wallka: What? *Nods* Starpo: There were five of us a dragon, a wolf, an ice beast, a cat, and I. Starpo: Syber will die today, whether it's from Cho'ii or the dragons I'm not sure...there are 20 left... *Cho'ii and Syber fall down from the ceiling* Matra: Cho'ii! Syber: *Getting up and looks at Cho'ii* Cho'ii...mon *falls* *Starpo Jumps up and growls at Syber* Matra: *runs over at Cho'ii* Cho'ii are you all right? Starpo: Everyone goes outside, were sitting ducks here! We can all fight out there and we can run they will come straight for us... Cho'ii: *quietly* H.. help...Syber... Matra: Why? Cho'ii: Something evil is out there... Syber: *gets up* Cho'ii are you ok? Matra: What is going on? Syber, keep away! *Starpo turns and bolts from the room and straight out of the room* Cho'ii: *Pushes Matra* Matra leave him a...lo...ne *pass out* Matra: DAD HELP! Ma'ii: Syber, Get away! Alko: Do what he says Syber! Do think you can help me distract the creature? Syber: *walks over to Cho'ii* Cho'ii? CHO'II! *Picks her up* Cho'ii you have to get up he'll attack you! *A giant roar is heard and wing beats and Starpo runs faster* Matra: What are you doing?!? Syber: Back off! Cho'ii wake up! Cho'ii: uuuuhhhh Syber: Your alive! Help me get her to safety! Alko: Leave them alone believe me and right now Starpo is in extreme trouble *He runs from the room and is joined by Wofosa* *Foxlee walks forward* Foxlee: I'll help you. Syber: Matra you stay here and watch over Cho'ii, you to Foxlee. Ma'ii you come with me. Were going to kill them! Ma'ii: Who? Syber: The one who attacked Cho'ii! Ma'ii: Whats going on? You like my daughter? Syber: Well, uh, Oh I'll explain it later! *Alko stops* Alko: Good luck killing the dragon. * With that every one looks at the speck that Starpo is and the dragon that is after her is at least ten times bigger* *sighs* Wofosa: Put on your running paws because there ways ahead of use *A burst of flame erupts from the dragons mouth* Wofosa: Wheres Ralager. Ralager: What am I invisible! Syber: *following the sent* I'M GOIN TO KILL THEM! Ralager: Maii is that Syber? *Alko takes off, followed by Wofosa* Alko: We got to hurry! Ma'ii: It's looks like He loves my daughter. *Starpo keeps running and sees she is running towards a cliff and skids to a stop* Starpo: Oh shit... *watches the dragon in and it stares at her* Syber: *meets up with Starpo* Starpo! Where'd he go?!? Starpo: This is my problem you don't need to get involved *doesn't seem to care it is Syber* Syber: I understand it's only involving you but he hurt CHO'II! *In the bushes* Person: So he's not heartless after all. *The dragon moves closer and Starpo starts to glow* Blinder: This is going out of hand! *Looks at the dragon and growls her fur changes from dark blue to a light aqua and her stars turn to gold circles* Syber: *thinking* ~ Which Secret keeper is she? ~ *Suddenly she grows and the center horn shrinks into her head* Syber: What! *She growls and wings grow and the back horns grow and rake forward*

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mrsvoldemort · 2 years

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I hope everything is ok with my favourite fanfic writer because she hasn’t updated in a month and that is super unusual for her

#harry potter fanfiction #ao3 author #fanfiction writer #incomplete fanfic

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starlight-eclipsed · 1 year

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Rockets Pointed Up at the Stars (Pt 2/2)

Part I

Despite what Phantom had implied, tracking down Batman wasn’t done in an instant.

Sure, they’d be back seconds after when they left. But with time travel in the mix, that could be hours or days apart. They’d already followed him back to his initial landing time, when Neanderthals were still around (and wow, was there a difference between factually knowing some people had been around since the dawn of humanity and physically seeing Vandal Savage in the flesh as a caveman). According to the trail left by Clockwork, the ghostly guardian of the timestream, they were getting close.

Apparently Bruce couldn’t make things easy and was also making jumps through time, which if left unchecked would cause the timeline collapse that Clockwork had recruited Phantom for. Specifically Phantom, as it turns out the thief that liked messing with him on weekends was also the Master of Space and the King of everything.

(Phantom insisted it was just a title, and he was only king of the Ghost Zone. It just so happened that the Ghost Zone was also known as the Infinite Realms, which contained every reality of every universe in existence.

And he’d won that title by defeating the previous ruler in single combat.

The High King had to scramble to catch Tim when his knees gave out at the realization that he had unknowingly gone toe to toe with someone who made Darkseid look like a toddler in a sandbox. What the fuck, Phantom.)

As of now, they were waiting for the actual Blackbeard’s ship to dock to investigate the fabled Black Pirate he supposedly fought a week ago, whose description matched Bruce’s. Phantom had gone to grab them something to eat while they waited in a tavern, leaving Tim to save his seat. If someone told him even a week ago that this was where he’d be, Tim would’ve interrogated them for hours to try to figure out what it meant.

But no, he was just sitting at a table in the 18th century, a medallion from the Master of Time hung around his neck, waiting for his hero-turned-king-gone-rogue to return with food while they waited for Blackbeard the legendary pirate to show up. Jason would probably kill to be here in his place.

Tim was broken out of his thoughts when Phantom returned, two bowls of soup in hand and balancing an additional plate of tough-looking bread on his forearm.

They’d been forced to ditch their masks when Puritans tried to have them hanged a century ago, now dressing in more accurate clothing to better blend in. Phantom had apologized for discovering Tim’s real name, going as far as to reveal his own secret identity: a black haired blue-eyed teen named Danny.

“Heads up, it’s gonna be either too salty or bland as wood. I’m pretty sure the cook wanted to strangle me for asking too many questions about the ingredients.”

Tim snorted, accepting his bowl, “Is that why we don’t get spoons?”

“Nah, the owner doesn’t trust customers to return the utensils. Drink from the bowl, though you might want to soak your bread if you don’t wanna pull a muscle chewing it.”

“Noted.” Tim dared to take a sip, mulling over the taste. It wasn’t anywhere near Alfred’s level, but a step above his own adventures in the kitchen before getting a hard ban post-pancake incident. It tasted closer to brine than soup, but it went surprisingly well with the bread.

Phantom hummed in pleasure, proving yet again that his standards for food consisted of ‘isn’t actively resisting consumption’. Tim could hardly judge him for it, seeing as his own bar wasn't much higher.

“So, I’d say we have an hour or two until our man arrives. Want to go over the plan again?”

Tim shrugged. “Unless it’s changed from ‘confirm Bruce was already here before following the nearest skip in time’, I think we’re good.”

Phantom nodded, silence falling over them as they ate their way through dinner. Tim kept an ear out for trouble, but the tavern was quite peaceful this time in the evening. It was likely to change once the Queen Anne's Revenge finished docking, but for now he’d savor the ambiance.

“Wanna play twenty questions?”

He blinked, refocusing on Phantom sitting across from him. “Huh?”

“I just figured it might pass the time. Twenty questions, no lies, though you can reject them if you don’t want to answer.”

Tim considered it before nodding, “Sure. How old are you?”

Phantom grinned, “Seventeen, same as you. Why Robin?”

“I wanted to help Batman after the previous one died. Nobody else would intervene, so I stepped in. Why Phantom?”

“Okay, hear me out…it’s a pun.”

Tim paused, gesturing for him to elaborate.

“Before I was half-ghost, my last name was Fenton. So as a ghost, Danny Fenton became—”

“Danny Phantom,” Tim groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were subtle.”

“Hey, nobody expects the dead guy to moonlight as a living person. Sunlight? Whatever. Favorite hobbies?”

“Photography and skateboarding. Favorite power?”

“Ooh, that’s a hard one. I’d have to say flight. Nothing beats flying at night. Sexuality?”

Tim spluttered, making Phantom laugh as he blushed. “What the heck?!”

“Hey, you can always skip,” the asshole offered.

“No, it just caught me off guard. I’m bi. You?”

“Pan. And trans, while we’re at it. Ghosts can shapeshift, so I got a perfect transition at the low cost of death.”

Tim snorted, “Death is an ally.”

“Absolutely, it comes for us all,” he winked. “If you had a single power, what would it be?”

“Something so I wouldn’t need to sleep. I can manage otherwise. What determines the things you take?”

Phantom grinned, “Once a detective. But seriously, I just aim for things that look cool and won’t be missed too much. Some people will kick up a fuss over their trash if they think it’s worth stealing. Thoughts on soulmates?”

He stopped, some part of him catching on how serious the otherwise silly sounding question was phrased. As if the way he answered this could mean life or death. “You mean, a couple acting like they’re made for each other?”

“Ah, I wasn’t sure whether you had them in your universe. On my Earth, everyone is born with some kind of connection to at least one other person. Shared thoughts, a timer countdown to the time they first meet, stuff like that. Platonic or romantic, they were called soulmates.”

“So…someone you’re destined to meet and get along with? Is it magic based?”

A nod. “Humanity’s done research but they haven’t concluded on that yet. I asked an Ancient whose domain was centered around it, and they said it was determined by a soul’s resonance. I don’t know the specifics, but something about how all souls that resonate a certain way are born with soulmarks, so that they have an easier time finding each other. There are studies about how soulmates tend to understand each other easier, but other than that there’s no empirical proof that they’re different from any other relationship.”

Tim considered it. What it might’ve been like, to be told the second he met Dick that fateful night at the circus, ‘this boy will permanently alter the course of your life’. To have been able to approach Batman that first time, point to his wrist, and automatically be listened to instead of resorting to blackmail. How much easier it would have been to avoid the misunderstandings that defined their whole family.

Then again, it would be just his luck to have been born in that world and not have any soul connections to the Wayne family, making him work twice as hard for the same level of trust. Or to be born without resonance at all, and be left knowing that he was truly beyond reach. What would that do to him, in a society where people could point at the worst criminals and say ‘even that monster has someone they love’? To be soulmates with a genuinely terrible person?

“It sounds like a mixed blessing,” Tim said, meeting Danny’s gaze directly. “I would love to have someone like that by my side, and I’d be terrified of being defined by it.”

Danny leaned back, wearing a self-deprecating smile that Tim was quickly learning to recognize. “Yeah, that’s fair. Your turn.”

“What…what is your personal experience with soulmates? If I’m allowed to ask.”

He hissed out a breath through his teeth. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought you’d say.”

“I can ask something else?”

Danny waved a hand in dismissal. “I’ll answer, just lemme figure out how to put it.”

“I’ll return our dishes while you think through what you want to say.” Tim stood with his empty bowl, easily accepting the other bowl and plate as they were handed to him.

Walking back, Tim cataloged the people hanging around the tavern. A group of friends huddled around a dozen plates, decked out in gear that made it look like they just finished having some grand adventure. The bartender, a sly smile on her face as a drunken man clumsily flirted with his own wife. The cook instructing a boy to retrieve the dishes from Tim, sending a calculating glance in Danny’s direction before nodding at Tim and turning back to the fire.

Tim didn’t spend a lot of time in public anymore. His fame attracted far too much attention now that the press could consistently recognize him. But maybe once things settled back down again, he’d try civilian life again. There was something different about living alongside the people he worked to save, instead of far above looking down.

By the time he returned to his seat, Danny looked ready to talk.

“My soulmate rejected me when we were little.”

Tim blinked. “You can do that?”

“Ah…sorta? Depending on the connection, one side can choose to shut it down. Mine let us exchange messages. I was a dumb kid, and sent out a ton every day to try and get any kind of response that they were out there. They got sick of it and blocked me.” Danny laughed, but it wasn't very funny.

“I’m sorry. That sounds awful.”

“Don’t be. I annoy everyone—it was only a matter of time before I did something to chase them away.”

“Would you stop doing that?”

Danny blinked, tilting his head in silent question.

“Look, I get that you went through a lot of shit before coming to Gotham. But you keep acting like it’s a given that everyone you meet will be awful to you, and it sucks to hear you talk like that when I’m having fun with you. It wasn't your fault, so stop claiming credit for it. If I can’t justify losing Robin, you can’t justify being abandoned.”

“...alright then.” Danny huffed, folding his arms and pouting. “Neither of us can talk shit about ourselves.”

The twinkle in his eyes was enough for Tim to know he got through to him.

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Tim leaned up against a fence in the Wild West, shifting uncomfortably in his dust coated clothes. Danny was perched beside him, smugly radiating a cool breeze that may very well have been the only thing keeping Tim upright in the summer sun.

“There’s too much sunlight here, it’s unnatural.”

“That’s just your Gothamite showing, city-boy.”

“Fuck off.”

Danny’s laughter had become a staple of the past few days spent traveling through history. In turn, Tim found himself happier than he’d been in ages, making sarcastic comments about anything that caught his eye in an attempt to get Danny to laugh more.

So far, he’d yet to fail to bring at least a smile to the other’s face.

Right now they were in the late 19th century, following rumors that Bruce had somehow crossed paths with Vandal Savage again. It was bordering on ridiculous, and a part of Tim wondered if this was why the legendary criminal stayed well away from Gotham waters. He was going to have to ask Bruce what was up with that after this whole mess was over.

“So,” Danny started, leaning closer to him. “Have any plans for when we’re back in modern day?”

Tim shrugged, “I see a lengthy report to Batman, hours spent explaining everything he missed while he was gone. I swear I’ll be up all week helping him catch up.”

A snort. “I meant about Robin. No offense, but you looked miserable in your new costume.”

He paused. He hadn’t quite processed the knowledge that bringing Bruce back wouldn’t also bring back his role as Robin. It was obvious whenever he actually thought about it, but to him Bruce coming home was still synonymous to going back to how things were before he was lost in time.

“I don’t know…Red Robin was just supposed to be temporary. It was one of Red Hood’s old aliases, not really mine.”

Danny turned to him. “Do you want a new one? If you decide now, we can lay the basis for some local legend to act as future inspiration for the new title.”

Tim elbowed him, “We aren’t messing with the timeline to establish lore for my new identity.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I did it back in my original world, there’s ancient frescos of me winning chariot races and everything.”

“How are you and Clockwork still on speaking terms?”

“Oh, he totally finds it as funny as I do. He just has to pretend to be serious all the time so the Observants don’t crack down on him for shirking his duties.”

“You’re a bad influence on the embodiment of time,” Tim concluded with wide eyes.

A wide grin stretched across Danny’s face as he lied through his teeth. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“How did you even—he’s millennia older than you!”

“Counterparts, remember? It’s not a soul bond, but it’s easy to see ourselves in each other. Besides, time is relative; he's like a weird grandpa-uncle-cousin.”

Tim shook his head, but couldn’t quite force down the laughter in his lungs.

“Hey, I know for a fact I’m not the only bad influence here. No matter how much you claim that sleep is for the dead, I’m physical proof against that.”

“Whatever. You know when the next jump is?”

Danny tilted his head, as if listening for something only meant for his ears. “If Bats already came through here, there’s only two big timesinks left he could be in. Either sometime in the 20th century, or in a designated Vanishing Point.”

“Vanishing Point?”

“Yeah, it’s something of a collaboration between the Observants, Clockwork, and Ghost Writer. Each universe has an archive set right around its eventual heat death. It’s like an empty room in a video game with props the devs left in to keep the system running after inadvertently designing the whole code in reference to a lemon.”

“I…never mind. Why would Batman be there?”

“Oh, ‘cause he’s traveling through time without one of these,” Danny tapped Tim’s chest, right where his Time Medallion lay under his shirt. “They’re designed to safely disperse the energy gained each time we make a jump, among other things. Otherwise we’d just be building up enough to wipe the timeline from existence. Or something like that, I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Tim suddenly realized that this was what his former teammates meant when they complained about him executing strategies without explaining his thought process first. He still stood by his stance that it was more effective to explain things as they happened, but he was developing a new sense of empathy for them.

“Okay. Batman is a time-charged universe level bomb threat, and is getting funneled into the Backrooms so he blows up with everything else in existence. What can we do to stop that?”

Danny blinked. “Sorry, I thought it was obvious. I already carry a medallion with me wherever I go, so I was just gonna have you put the spare Clocky gave me on him to filter it out.”

Yep. This was karma for never giving people the full story behind any of his plans.

“I’m going to need you to go over everything we need to do when we get to this Vanishing Point. Twice.”

“Okie doke! So I’m gonna leave you with my spare medallion to help Bats while I throw down with Darkseid’s hyper-dimensional mind slave he sent after him to ensure his demise—”

Gift baskets. Tim owed so many people gift baskets for putting up with his bullshit.

— - —

When Tim found him, Danny was perched on the same apartment building they’d last met on.

His hood was down, freeing his flaming white hair to burn without heat in the night. His face was turned towards the sky, looking for all like he was somehow stargazing in spite of the thick smog that blanketed the city. It would’ve made for a stunning picture, if not for how soul crushingly lonely the scene felt.

Danny startled when Tim’s grappling hook latched onto the rooftop beside him. The halfa was quick to brighten upon seeing Tim down below, scooting over to make room for him as he reeled in the line and pulled himself up.

“Fancy meeting you here, Detective.”

Tim huffed, readjusting his utility belt. “The others won’t stop pestering me about how Batman was brought back when I shouldn’t have access to any time travel devices. It’s a miracle I was even able to get out of the Batcave without getting smothered.”

“You didn’t tell them about me?”

“You didn’t want them to know.”

Danny looked stunned. He physically shook himself out of it, a glowing green blush rising to his cheeks as he turned away. “Thanks.”

Tim absentmindedly nodded as he smoothly slipped a black marker from his belt while Danny was distracted. This had the potential to either go very smoothly or backfire completely, but it had to be done to sate his curiosity. Now that Bruce was home and he’d gotten the time to think over their conversations, pieces had started to align in his head. It was just a matter of taking the leap and confirming it for himself.

Reaching up to his own cheek, Tim wrote in practiced motions, focusing on the thought of sending it through to whoever was on the other side.

Danny jumped, hand slapping to his own cheek as he whipped his head around to stare at Tim in open shock. He shrugged sheepishly.

“Your description of soulmates was familiar. Between that and the cloak, I really should’ve put it together sooner.”

“You’re…not mad?”

Tim shifted, stashing the marker back in its rightful place. “I wish I knew sooner. I never meant to hurt you—Batman was getting on my case about the writing on my arms being recognizable in costume, and I never thought to wonder why it was happening in the first place.”

Danny shook his head, a wet chuckle escaping his lips. “You couldn’t have known. It would’ve freaked anyone out, getting messages from a different universe on their skin.”

“Neither did you. Know, I mean. Me blocking the connection was never on you.”

“Well…”

“I mean it.”

“Fine, fine. So…does that mean…?”

Tim carefully reached out his hands to grasp onto his soulmate’s, intertwining their fingers. It was remarkable how easily they fit together. “I don’t know if it’s romantic or not, but I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

Danny collapsed forward into Tim’s arms. He could hardly make out the muffled affirmative, but the message was crystal clear. Leaning down to set his chin on the top of Danny’s head, he let himself savor this moment.

Tomorrow, he could beg Danny to experiment with the extent of their bond. They could talk about new ideas for his hero name, and Danny could get another shot at convincing him to go on a worldwide anti-multi-billionaire tour. The two of them had potentially forever to work out this newfound aspect of their relationship.

For the time being, Tim relaxed back against a chain link fence with his soulmate in his arms, the word ‘BOO’ scribbled in black marker across both their faces.

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And that's a wrap! There's definitely room for more, but these were the all the scenes I wanted to cover ^-^

I think in this universe, Danny and Tim end up working as a slightly morally grey hero duo. They go global for a bit, Tim wanting to train under more people to better keep up with Danny (who follows along invisibly as backup). This eventually gets the attention of Ra's, and you can imagine how that goes XD

They're a bit overly attached; neither of them really have a healthy sense of boundaries, which causes a bit of conflict here and there. Tim is the one that insists on taking breaks to avoid becoming too codependent, which only really results in them deepening the soul bond to a ridiculous degree. Ironically it's during this that Tim discovers how he can send pressure marks through to Danny, who immediately converts it to morse code (oops).

Thanks for reading!

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She's on a hospital bed, amnesiac after an accident and she's having a crush on this man who is apparently her husband.

@dragonuva's part on an art trade with them from last year! 🥰 It's based on the first chapter of Chiptune by Newlense.

Guys. This fanfic is my favorite FAVORITE connverse fic and I love it so much I don't care if the last update was in 2020 nor if it's never going to be continued. It's so tender and the angst whalloped my guts in the right places. 😭💕

#Yoo I can't believe I actually didn't post this.#There was a comment that described the fic as being like a dream and I agree.#connverse #Connie Maheswaran #Steven Quartz Universe #based on a fanfic #Pease ignore my own comment on the fic tho. I was so smitten by it it brought out the cheese in me. 😭😵#There's something about the writing style that made me fall in love with it too.#Thank you for the art trade!#dragonuva #SU #Not my art #I will make my own fanart of this story. I swear.#Usually I don't mind that much if a fic is incomplete. I'm just glad I get to know and experience the story.#There IS one connverse fic that I actually did really hoped and was oh so curious to see what happened next. Last update on #that was on 2019 and it's marked ascomplete so I've just stopped hoping. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯ It do be like that.#I do have a guess about something in Chiptune. Because something about Connie's circumstance is a little odd.

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Add your fandom and reblog! I’m curious to see where this leads :)

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wake up babes new fic just dropped

#it will have the dreaded incomplete tag for one week hope you can cope #kicked my own ass to finish this in time for halloween #so it doesnt look like i mistimed a halloween fic when this was actually started in july KFJLKDJFKSDJF #mlp #mlp humanized #mlp fanfic #twilight sparkle #rarity #mlp rarity #raritwi #rarilight #my art

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You’re crying. It’s one am and you’re crying because of a fanfiction

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im such a good writer its too bad i dont write

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I was working on a Huntlow comic based off a scene from the anime “Horimiya”, but decided to not finish it. So here’s the super rough sketch version!

#the owl house #huntlow #toh #toh hunter #toh willow #toh huntlow #Huntlow comic #toh fanfic #toh fancomic #incomplete art #abandoned art

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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 1 year

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The story of how Mordred called Merlin mom and then proceeded to call Arthur dad and now he's adopted into the family

Author: Me aka @dalazygamerneko

Inspired by @tongjaitongjai merthur idea, check out it out here: 🐓x🐦=🐣

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It was ordinary day. Birds were singing, training went well and the maids were busy but happily chatting.

Nothing could go wrong Mordred thought as he made his way to the afternoon roundtable meeting when he came across Merlin or Emrys as he is known amongst druids, quickly he hid into an alcove and gazed in envy at Lord Emrys, no, Merlin smiling and holding a little boy in his arms.

It's moments like these that he wished he knew his mother longer but he could barely remember her. He watched quietly at the soft look in Merlin's eyes and utter joy upon the little boy's face as they hugged each other, Mordred wondered if his mother would've looked at him the same way Merlin did.

He sighed, leaning back against the stone walls Mordred couldn't help but want to revert back into being a child again just so Merlin wouldn't gaze coldly at him, albeit he probably deserved it for the words of hatred he said in his youth. He knew now Merlin never meant to lead those knights towards his camp. That the warlock was only trying to help Morgana.

"What can I do to earn your trust?"

Mordred shook his head, he'd think of something maybe ask one of the knights for help? He's noticed that Sir Lancelot and Sir Gwaine are closer to Merlin than the other knights.

'They're also the most protective of him' Mordred thought dryly, a crease upon his brow as multiple ideas popped into his mind and many he shot down knowing it won't work.

"Well, I'll just have to hope the triple Goddess guides me." Mordred mumbled, he looked out into the hallway, Merlin was gone, most likely doing chores for the King.

Mordred chuckled as he continued walking, he would never understand the relationship Emrys and the once and future King had with each other. There were times they seem like close comrades begrudging in their respect for one another and then other times they would argue fondly like any old married couple.

Not surprising when plenty of townsfolk as well as even the nobles have speculated in the past if Merlin was being courted by Prince Arthur, to any outsider it certainly looked that way therefore Merlin was given the "mistress" treatment.

Now everyone are wondering(more like waiting impatiently) when will the King announce his engagement to Merlin.

"If I remember correctly, doesn't Sir Gwaine have a bet going on?"

Mordred pondered. 'Yeah, I'll definitely join in. There's no way they're NOT together. I mean, I've seen the lingering stares they give each other as if there is no one around them.'

Soon he was at the doors leading to the roundtable meeting, nodding at the vigilant guards they let him through. His eyes slowly moved over the knights, nobles and some commoners before landing on Merlin who was standing behind the King's chair.

An unassuming figure, most often underestimated but to those who know magic deeply or follow the old religion, Emrys entire being is a vast ocean of wild magic swirling in such a magnitude that no mere mortal could ever understand or harness the power Emrys wields.

Then he locked eyes with Merlin, there is no icy stare thankfully, yet he can still see a hint of wariness in his Lord's gaze.

He bowed his head in acknowledgement before finding a seat next to the gossiping pair Sir Percival and Sir Gwaine.

"I could be at a tavern right now, drinking and charming the barmaid Stella instead I'm stuck here." Gwaine said with a miffed face, his hand gripping the air imagining he was holding a mug of ale.

Elyan who sat across from Gwaine raised an eyebrow, "Isn't Stella old enough to be your grandmother?"

Gwaine smirked whilst shrugging. "Just like wine the older one gets the finer they become, besides she has experience, I'm sure there's a thing or two she could still teach mmph—"

Leon had reached over to clamp Gwaine's mouth shut.

The ginger haired knight had just about enough of hearing Gwaine's tavern tales of debauchery to which he thought was an inappropriate topic to be discussed or heard at the roundtable meeting.

"Sir Gwaine, leave your nightly talks at the tavern only, please."

Gwaine pulled Leon's hand away and smiled cheekily at the older knight.

"Oh, but wouldn't you like to know? Stella has mentioned she likes ginger haired men with beards and I bet she could show you—"

"I am going to strangle you—"

Gwaine leaned back avoiding Leon's hands from trying to keep him quiet again.

"Sir Leon I never knew you were this kinky, I think dear old Stella would like to feel your big strong hands—ack!"

Leon finally got him, unfortunately the meeting was starting, so Gwaine was safe from being throttled by him. However, tomorrow morning during training he'll get his chance.

Mordred along with the rest of the knights chuckled at Sir Gwaine's antics and Sir Leon's annoyed expression.

♤To be continued♤

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Noxmon Saga - Episode 3: Can’t Go Wrong With Sonamon (3/3) [incomplete]

Noxmon Saga

Episode 3: Can’t Go Wrong With Sonamon

Authors: Crescent

From The Saga page of Lare and Sunemon’s Digimon Page

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Sunemon: It was a normal day for Lare until she tripped on a digivice, was transported to the Digiworld and met Me! as Acuemon of course! Our friendship got of to a pretty good start until Travenmon came out of nowhere and attacked us. I digivolved to Sunemon and saved Lare! Then Darmon came into the picture, things were pretty hopeless until we ran into the Digidestines! Seeing he was outnumbered, Darmon turned tail and ran away. Now me and Lare have joined up with the Digidestines! what will happen next?

<Theam Song Plays> Title: Can't go wrong with Sonamon

Somewhere in Akumu Forest-early morning

Sunemon is sleeping restlessly

Sunemon: *snores*

Dream Sequence: (ooooohh ^_^)

Acuemon sat in the clearing where he mat Lare, a large, thin, purple digimon that resembles a wolf with ram-like horns and a fox-like tail sat talking to him, she stands up and turns to leave

Acuemon: Wait!

Daiamon: *turns* yes

Acuemon: well, I was just wondering, Could I come with you?

The digimon turns compleatly to look at him

Acuemon: I mean, Ya don't have ta if you don't wanna, I mean...

Daiamon-interups: I don't think it would be right, you have you own destiny to for fill--

Acuemon-despertly: Please!! don't leave me here to be alone! I can't stand it any longer!!! Please!!!

Daiamon: *looks piting* ...fine, you can come, but only till I find my friends

Acuemon: That's great! Thanks!!

End of Dream Sequence...:

Sunemon wakes up sadly remembering his friend

Sunemon: *sadly and Quietly* ... I miss you Daiamon...

Bianmon: who's Daiamon?

Sunemon: *jumps with shock* huh?

Bianmon: you said, 'I miss you Daiamon' who is that?

Sunemon: *sighs* Daiamon was my friend, she died saving my life

Bianmon: *guilty she brought up the subject* oh, sorry

Sunemon: *smiles fakely* It's okay!

Lare wakes to the sound of voices

Lare: huh? *looks scared and confused* W-where am I?! *looks around* and why am I sleeping on the grass?!

Sunemon: oh you're awake!

Lare: *realises* oh yeah, I'm in the Digiworld *mutters* just great. *cheers up* mornin' Sune!

Sunemon: *smiles* Good Morning!

Bianmon: good morning Lare!

Lare: Morning er, Bianmon?

Bianmon: *smiles* yep!

Later when everyones up, and eating

Sunemon-stupidly: Yum! Food that wasn't cooked by How-- *relises*...e er, nobody

Everyone stares at Sunemon

Sunemon: *laughs weakly to hide his mistake*

Lare: who's 'Howe'?

Sunemon: *looks away* nobody

Tai: well he can't be Nobody if he can cook! *laughs stupidly*

Sunemon: *groans* just forget it!

Lare-pressing: why don't you wan't to talk about it?

Sunemon-angry: I said forget it!!

Lare: I just wanted to know why you're so touchy about this--

Sunemon: ARRRUUGH!!!!! I Said Forget About it!!!

Everyone jumps at Sunemon's outburst

Lare: eh, what's your problem?

Sunemon: WHAT'S MY PROBLEM!!! YOU NOSING INTO MY PRIVITE BUISNESS IS MY PROBLEM!!!!

Lare: jeez, I was just asking--

Sunemon: *angerly* well Don't

Lare - angered: well, FINE

Sunemon: FINE!

Lare: FINE!!

Stephanie-trying to help: maybe you two should carm down abit...

Sunemon: *spins* Maybe you should shutup!

Stephanie - taken back: sorry...

Lare-angry: that was mean!!!

Sunemon - uncaring: So?

Lare - realy pissed: so, you're a bad tempered, rude little creap!!!

Sunemon: well I don't care what you think!

Lare: well I don't care either

Sunemon: FINE

Lare: FINE!!!

Sora: *interrupts before it could get any worse* come on guys!! Stop this before you kill each other!!!

Sunemon: humph!

Sunemon grunts then turns and runs off

Lare: *yells* where are you going!?

Sunemon: to find some better friends!

Lare: Yeah well... Don't come back!!!

Lare sits down angerly

Kari: that was mean

Lare - pouts: well he started it!! *sighs, looks sad and guilty* yeah I know, I'll go find him *stands up* okay! um, which way did he go?

Everyone: *sweatdrop*

Somewhere eles in Akumu Forest:

Sunemon: grrrrrrr, I can't belive that, Lare is so mean! *angry* I wished we'd never come here!! *starts crying* then Daiamon would still be alive...

Back to Lare and so:

Lare: *sighs* I hope Sunemon isn't too angry

Gatomon - knowingly: the best thing is to apologize then put it in the past

Kari: *nodds* that's right

Lare: *smiles* yeah!

Suddenly a digimon that looks Heckofalot like Darmon runs in attack

Darranmon: Rarrr!!! you will never win Digidestines!!!

Lare - worried: Uh oh!

Tai: Agumon, Digivolve!

Agumon: *nods* Right! Agumon digivolve to... Graymon!!!

Graymon: Novablast!!!

Darranmon: *knocks of the attack as if it was the wind* Black Speed!!!

The attack speeds (hehe) towards them

Everyone: *screams*

Not far away, Sunemon hears the Screams

Sunemon: *stops crying and looks up* Lare?

Hears screams again

Sunemon: oh no!! Lare!! *starts running* LARE!!! I'm comming

Sunemon runs into a clearing where The Digimon are fighting an evil Digimon which looks a heckofalot like Darmon

Gatomon: Gatomon digivolve to... Angewomon

Angewomon: Celestial ARROW!!!

The arrow cuts through Darranmon and Deletes him

Darranmon - screams: NNNNOOOOO!!!! *silently* I...Failed...

Sunemon - relived: LARE!!!

Sunemon runs over to Lare crying

Sunemon - apologetic: I'm sooo Sorry, I thought you were going to Die! I should of been there!!

Lare: It's alright Sunes! I'm fine, It should be me who is sorry

Sunemon: I'm sorry I was so mean!

Lare: me too!

Sunemon: I know, But I've gotta learn how to take a comment

Tai: *calls* Hey, we're going

Stephanie: you don't wanna be left behind!

Lare: Okay! *stands and walks to the others with Sune in tail*

A valley in Akumu Forest-Day

After afew hours long of painful walking (Woh boy...)

Lare - in a anoing whining tone: When ARE we gonna rest! I've lost all fealing in my feet

Tai: *Sighs* Well, I suppose…

Lare: Yay!!

They all sit down

Lare: *Sighs* ...I'm pretty hungry...

*everyone groans at Lare's constant wining*

Sunemon: *get's an Idea* I know! Me and Lare can go find some food, we won't be long

Lare-surprised and slightly angered: we will?

Sunemon: come on

Lare: *sighs* fine...

They both walk off

Sunemon-thoughtfuly: now where do we find food?

Later, they near camp carring some fruit and other plants that Sunemon had said was safe to eat. The two near a lake

Sunemon: Look, a Lake!

Lare: we need some water, *takes out a flask from her backpack* Is it safe?

Sunemon observes the lake

Sunemon: Yes. Hey! Fish! This looks like a great place for fishing!

Lare: That's great! Just one problem, HOW?

Sunemon: Don't worry, I've caught many a fish in my time! infact, I'm a fishing ACE!!

Lare: Realy? ya don't look it

Sunemon: Don't worry Re' I know what I'm doing.

Sunemon runs to the edge of the lake and looks in

Sunemon: (cou't) and anyway, how'd you think I got my meals

Lare: I dunno, foraging, road kill, A.B.D'd (already been Dead ^_~)...

Sunemon: *ignores Lare* Okay here comes a big one, *looks closer* Trout is my guess.

Lare: *sits down* whatever

Sunemon reaches down to catch the fish, he swipes and misses the fish, Sunemon continues to angrily swipe at the lake, splashing water all over himself, and scaring all the fish away.

Lare: *laughs* Yeah, a real Ace!

Sunemon: *soaking wet* Well Ha Ha!!!

Lare: Let me try

Lare steps to the edge of the lake an peers in

Lare: my dad's a great Fisherman, surely I must of inherited something from him

Sunemon: *shakes all the water like a dog* let's just see

Lare reaches in to the water and keeps her hands still, after awhile a fish swims over and she quickly grasps it.

Lare: *holds the fish up proudly* wha'd I tell you

Sunemon: humpf, Fluke

Lare proudly steps away from lake when suddenly a big digimon rises out of the it.

Lare: *turns with surprize* Sunemon... who's that?!!

DIGITAL ANALYSER: (said by Sunemon): That's Aquenmon, expert in water, Deadly on land...

Lare: that don't sound too good...

Aquenmon: Pressure DEPTH!!!! *a strong blast of fast green water shoots towards Lare and Sunemon*

Lare: *Screams*

Back in the clearing:

Lare's scream is heard

Joe: that sounds like Lare...

Matt: Lets go.

They all run towards the Lake to find Sunemon and Lare being attacked by Aquenmon

Sunemon: *in fighting stance* Grrrr

Lare: *notices the others have come* Guys!!! Help!!!

Sunemon: Sonic BLAST!!! *no effect*

Aquenmon grabs Lare with one of his slimy green tentacle-like arms pulling her off the ground

Sunemon: LARE!!!!!! *jumps at Aquenmon, but is easly brushed away*

Lare - Screams: PutMeDownPutMeDownPutMeDown!!!!!!!!!!

Sunemon: LARE!!!

Suddenly, Lare's Digivice starts to glow

Tai: what the...

Sora: Her, Digivice...

TK: Sunemon's Digivolving!!

Sunemon - surprized: I'm what-- oh yeah!... Sunemon Digivolve to... SONAMON

Lare: whaa??

Aquenmon: What the...?!

In surprise, Aquenmon drops Lare

Lare: uggh!!!

Joe: who's that?

DIGITAL ANALYSER: (said by Tentomon): That's Sonamon, a powerful Canine Digimon, it's best not to get on his bad side, Sonamon can be unstopable when he's angry!!!

Sonamon wacks Aquenmon with his front foot then grabs him with his tail

Sonamon - viciously: Looks like I caught me a fish

Aquenmon: Pressure DEPTH!!!! *misses*

Sonamon: *narrows eyes* looks like it's too small, better throw it back

Sonamon tosses Aquenmon high into the air

Aquenmon: Aaaaauughhh!!!

Sonamon: SONIC BOOM!!!!!!!!

Blue energy appears around Sonamon then focus' at his mouth and shoots towards Aquenmon. Aquenmon screams as the attack hits.

Aquenmon: Noooooo...!!!!

He falls into the lake and dosn't come back up

Lare: Yay! um, Sonamon beat him!!

Sonamon dedigivolves back to his Rookie, Lare runs to him

Sunemon: Lare!! I digivolved!!

Lare: yeah!!

Stephanie: Lets get out of here

Joe: Good Idea

Back at camp Lare and Sunemon are sitting by the fire with the others

Lare: Thanks for Saving me there Sunes!!

Sunemon: *trys his best to look modest, but fails* Lare, you've thanked me enough!! but... You're welcome!!

Lare hugs Sunemon

Lare: You're the best, you big freaky puppy-goat thingy!!!

Sunemon: ... er, thanks... I think

Everyone laughs

-Fade out-

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#The Noxmon Saga #Noxmon Saga #Lare and Sunemon’s Digimon Page #LaSDP #Lare and Sunemon #Sunemon #Lare #fanfic #fanfics #incomplete #incomplete fanfic #incomplete fanfics #Steph and Bianmon #Stephanie and Bianmon #Bianmon #Steph #Stephanie

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In honor of those Yennaia gems season 3 got us...

A little recap of the fanfictions I wrote for the pairing, in case you’re new to the fandom and looking for some light, totally normal reading.

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♠ All we are (is dust in the wind) ¬ It takes four days for Tissaia to find Yennefer after the battle of Sodden.

♠ Pynk (is where it all starts) ¬ In which hot-shot lawyer Tissaia de Vries unknowingly walks into a strip-club and finds herself hypnotized by one of the dancers there. Not how she’d planned her evening to go.

♠ Get naked (i got a plan) ¬ The phone rang, drawing her attention. With a sigh, she picked it up. “Phil, is that you?” Distorted by the line, a muffled voice answered her. “Johnny got clipped.” Tissaia’s hand balled into a fist. “You know what to do,” she replied curtly. The line went dead. She hung up, ran a hand through her hair. A bath would do her good. And then she would go find Yennefer.

1920s AU.

♠ I’m your sinner (and your whore) ft. JZXR7 ¬ Due to circumstances entirely beyond Tissaia’s control (Yennefer. Due to Yennefer), she’s found herself trapped in her bedroom with a human whirlwind during a minor pandemic.

She has decided, in all her collected wisdom as Rectoress, that the girl has ten minutes to stop talking before Tissaia takes drastic measures.

♠ Want you, yes i do (bet you never knew it) ¬ The first time that Yennefer considers throwing Tissaia on a bed is in Rinde.

♠ I’ll be loving you (til the end of the night) ¬ Tissaia comes home after a hard day at work to find that her girlfriend has a couple of surprises in store.

♠ The one where Tissaia is a freestyle dance teacher ¬ “It’s Tissaia,” Triss told her, concern evident in her voice.

“What’s with her?”

Now closer to the window, Yennefer leaned forwards and watched as her former mentor, way down below, was shaking her arms and upper body in very strange ways. Had the woman finally lost it?

♠ I will let you down (i will make you hurt) ¬ She feels the blade against her throat before she’s even done with her sentence. Tissaia remains calm, despite the cold metal piercing the skin ever so lightly. Something warm runs down her pale skin and she knows it’s blood. Still, her eyes never leave Yennefer’s.

“Why,” Yennefer begins, almost shouting, as she stalks forward until she’s all up in Tissaia’s face. “Why did you let them send me to Nilfgaard?”

♠ My immoral ft. thinkbucket ¬ What’s up preps, I’m Yennefer Fireball Darkness Purple Mist Vengerberg and I’m a teacher at Aretuza.

or, a parody of legendary fanfiction My Immortal.

♠ Didn’t wanna believe it (but now you are all I see) ¬ It’s on their third date that everything goes to shit. In hindsight Tissaia should have known crushing hard on the whirlwind that is Yennefer would mean her life would be turned upside down. However, she had never imagined it would land her in jail.

♠ And now the surface ripples ¬ She’s been scouring the Continent, desperate for a cure for her barrenness when word reaches her.

Tissaia de Vries is dead.

♠ Find my place (in the warmth of your embrace) ¬ A look at some entries of Tissaia's diaries about her ever-evolving relationship with Yennefer.

♠ Stay a while (and be mine) ¬ Post Sodden Hill, Yennefer and Tissaia are back at Aretuza. One night changes their relationship forever.

♠ After hours ¬ Could the torture be any worse? Yennefer wondered. It was bad enough to have to spend entire days with Tissaia stuck in a classroom together with noisy, dirty children but being around her after the day was over and the children and other teachers had left was pure torture.

♠ Wanna kiss you (til I lose my breath) ¬ The woman is not just a powerful sorceress, she’s an absolute witch and Yennefer tries to hide but it feels pointless. One look from Tissaia and she becomes an open book.

♠ I will reach for you (when you’re feeling low) ¬ Set in 2.03 after Yennefer shows up at Aretuza and gives Tissaia a gay heart attack.

They know, they all know what Yennefer means to her, how long she’s spent trying to find her.

#Yennaia #Yennefer of Vengerberg #Tissaia de Vries #The Witcher Netflix #I actually can't believe I wrote 16 FICS FOR THEM WTH #also only one of them shall remain incomplete which is a pretty good ratio if I do say so myself #2020 was a wild fucking year #also y'all gotta read My Immoral and the Freestyle Dance Teacher one those are whack #Fanfic #Mine

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