#so thanks remy for the encouragement!

[deadearbuds]

so i really liked the FNAF movie

#ive watched it four times already #almost to five! lol #my art #mine #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddies #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #abby schmidt #ANYWAYS #my first ever fnaf fan art #very fun #i leaned over to my friend and whispered this to her during this scene on my second watch #and she said it was funny #so thanks remy for the encouragement!

[kingofthe-egirls]

EXHIBITIONISM: LUFFY x Y/N

original idea by @thevirtualvalentine 💕 thank you so much for letting me play with this scenario! it sparked something sexy in me and i dont think im the same after ☠️

(cw: exhibitionism, sex, dirty talk, slut/whore/bitch, dom!luffy, handcuffs/chains)

(a/n: hhhnnngggg im sooo normal so normal)

Songs: "Sexy Villain" by Remi Wolf

words: 1.5k

“There she fucking is,” Luffy pants, marveling at the sounds you’re making, his hand around your throat. “Thought ya’d never speak up.”

You whimper, moaning against the bars of your cell. Your hands are cuffed in front of you, like Luffy’s, but he’s using the chain of his to pull your hips back against him as he fucks you. The iron digs into your stomach, your torso left bare for all of Udon to see. Jeers come from the neighboring cells.

“No fair! Why don’t we get to see her!?”

“Yeah, make some noise! We wanna hear ya cum!”

“Scream for us, girlie!”

And other profanities are shouted your way. Even the guards are palming themselves at their posts. Your blood boils, anger fighting with lust as the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy fucks you like a toy.

“Ah, fuckin’ listen to them,” Luffy moves from choking you to playing with your tits, pinching harshly at your sensitive nipples. You cry out, and immediately bite your lip. A roar of encouragement comes from your fellow prisoner audience.

“S’hot, isn’t it baby?” He leans forward to lick the shell of your ear. His tongue is hot and strong, just like the rest of him. He sucks at your neck possessively. “‘M takin’ ya home with me,” he murmurs, palming your tits before sliding his hands down to grip your waist. His pace quickens. “Every pirate needs a whore, hah? And the king deserves the best, dontcha think?”

His pace is rapid, now, approaching the first of many climaxes for the night. This has become a sort of routine, with you two. It had started as just flirting, both of you skipping hands over knees, pressing elbows into sides, as you passed each other doing “chores” for the guards.

Then kissing started, snuggled together as much as you could be on the cell floor. And then fucking.

When Luffy fucks, he fucks loud.

It wasn’t a secret for very long, before the surrounding cellmates heard you two going at it like hungry wolves.

And then the cheering started.

It’s a nightly show, almost, kept under wraps by the guards who are too horny to get the two of you to stop. If anyone gets near the cell bars anyway, Luffy fends them off with a wave of conqueror’s haki. And he never lets them touch you during the day. Devil fruit or no, there’s no way he’s letting them get their disgusting hands on you.

Oh, they can jerk off and jeer, for all Luffy cares, but they’re not allowed to touch you. You’re his whore, he decided the first moment you brushed your knuckles along the back of his hand, passing by him in the dusty path. He had felt an electric jolt of want course through him, and one touch of his haki told him you felt the same. It wasn’t long before the two of you started fucking every night.

Now, he slaps your ass with the flat of his hand. Somehow still flexible in his cuffs, he lands another slap, and then another. He lets the dogs outside watching call out a count: all the way to ten. Your ass cheek is tingling. Luffy leans forward again, caressing the spot that now bares his handprint. “Ready for the other side? Hm?” He grins, biting at your ear. “How ‘bout ten more this time?”

You whimper, wiggling your hips back against his pelvis. He slows his pace, just for a bit, letting you fuck yourself back onto his cock. You’re so desperate, for this.

“Yes, sir~!” You moan out, already drunk on the attention. He grunts.

“Hear that?” He asks the crowd, raising his voice enough to be heard, “She wants the other side, now!”

And Luffy spanks your ass twenty times for them. He’s not cruel: he doesn’t hit the same exact spot twice in a row, but god you’re gonna be sore tomorrow. “And it’s captain, bitch,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Yes, captain!” You moan almost immediately, closer to cumming than you’ve ever felt in your life. Your blood is running hot—hotter than fire—and Luffy’s chaotic thrusts are only bringing you closer and closer toward your delightful, little death.

“‘M cumming! ‘M cumming!” You manage out, gripping onto the sweaty bars in front of you. “Thank you Luffyyy!” He cackles behind you, speeding up just enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes roll back, rocked to your core by a violent, sucker punch of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he soothes, slowing down for you, “Such a good job for me, pretty,” he turns you around, cupping your face softly in both hands. He presses your back against the bars, cold metal stinging your exposed skin. You’re flushed, panting, and Luffy is grinning like the sun. His smile stretches halfway across his face, and you have no choice but to meet him with a soft smile of your own. (He’s too handsome for his own good).

It doesn’t take you long to figure out Luffy knocked out the surrounding voyeurs. There’s nothing but snoring, now. He laughs, running a hand through his hair as he backs up away from you. You lean back against the bars, yourself. Your legs feel like jelly. You meet his eyes from across the room, hazy and dark like glinting jewels. You cock an eyebrow.

“So, when are we getting out of here, captain?”

He grins.

****

It turns out to be tomorrow afternoon, in fact.

He scales the sheer cliff face with ease, having knocked out any potential threats with a sophisticated blow to their energetic awareness. Several guards slump over beneath you, spears still loosely grasped in their clumsy fists.

Luffy starts snickering almost immediately, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you like a backpack. “Was just waitin’ for the right time,” he tells you, cheeks flushed with exertion. You hop up another few feet, bouncing on his back a bit as he scales the cliff.

Your chest is pushed up against his back, with your legs wrapped around his thick torso. His build is sturdy, his strength immeasurable, and you feel almost at peace—like a baby koala.

You tell him as much, and he laughs.

“S’cute,” he huffs, reaching up to grab another jutting handhold in the rock face. “Ya like being my baby?”

You grin, tucked between his shoulder blades. Your lips move against his skin: yes. Your ratty t-shirt presses into him, absorbing his heat and warming you through. The night air sends chills down your spine, but only just. Luffy’s like a radiator, climbing with you on his back. He hums.

“Like having ya as my baby,” he continues, jumping upward several feet. You gasp, but he lands with both feet firmly planted against the rock face. His hands scrabble for a landing, loosely grasping at stone, before you start to tip backwards.

You shoot out your hand before you can think: gravity pulling at your stomach and twisting harshly. “No,” you hiss, gripping the stone in front of you so hard your fingers bruise. You grit your teeth against the sharpness of the stone, holding your weight long enough for Luffy to get a hold on the cliff face himself. Three quarters of the way there.

He pants. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you mutter, and hide your face between his shoulder blades.

He climbs the rest of the way, and neither of you have another problem scaling the sheer wall surrounding Udon’s base. Luffy sighs, landing on his stomach once he pulls both of you up onto the ledge. You unwrap your limbs from his sweaty, shaking body before crawling off to collapse on your own.

“Cmon,” he croaks, grabbing your hand, “Can’t stop now.”

So you get up, and start walking.

All the way back to his ship.

****

After the war (which you sorta help with, in your injured, post-prison state) he takes you back to his ship for good.

“Here she is!” Luffy laughs, collapsing on the deck of his warship. “Our new crewmate!”

Usopp eyes you warily, slingshot clutched in his fist. “Wh-what’s her job?”

Luffy sits up, smiling. “She’s my girlfriend!”

You stare at him, blankly. He’s never mentioned that to you, nor has he ever used something so sweet to refer to you. "Whore" is usually more like it.

He stretches out a rubber arm to wrap around your waist. He brings you over onto his lap, grinning like a monkey. “She’s got the best—“

“Okay,” you slap his arm, cutting him off, “They don’t need to know the specifics.”

He stops, but only just.

His eyes are glimmering with mischief.

****

It’s not long before he’s pounding you into the mattress of his sweaty bed.

You’re crooning out sounds you never thought possible, with his monstrous speed and elongated rubber cock. He’s better than a vibrator, you think.

Luffy slaps your ass. “Atta girl,” he preens, “Let em hear ya.”

He’s an exhibitionist outside of prison, as well.

So are you.

So you scream and cry on his dick, letting Captain Luffy know just how much you need it.

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[maochira]

Ways of being a father (Blue Lock)

Lyrics chosen and translated from Alligatoah's song Nicht adoptiert ("Not adopted")

Note: I didn't write something for every set of lyrics, but still wanted to keep some in to assign characters. Also thanks to @remy-roll for helping me a little 🫶 mwah mwah

gn!child!reader (reader is implied to be different ages in different parts)

If you're listening to this, you're alive, congratulations / I always knew you'd become more than a broken condom

Let's be honest, you weren't planned. Being a father initially wasn't part of his life plan, but then you happened. But he wouldn't replace you for anything in this world.

-Shidou, Barou, Karasu, Oliver, Noa, Ego, Raichi

Cause I don't believe in marriage you were born a bastard

-Oliver, Otoya, Karasu, Nagi

Sure, we love you, but there's a reason for that, kid / Nature arranges it like this so we won't kill you

Sometimes being a father can be frustrating and exhausting. But no matter how annoying you might get, his fatherly instinct always wins. In no way would he ever intentionally do harm to you.

-Barou, Ego, Kaiser, Raichi

It looks like you're family / Looks like it's just us now / We've got to get through it now, blood's thicker than beer / Sorry, you ain't adopted

-Lorenzo, Lavinho, Chris, Oliver, Karasu

I have no idea how to take care of children / But don't worry, I'll find a tutorial

He went into fatherhood completely without knowing what to expect. It all came a bit out of sudden for him, and he was too anxious to prepare himself properly. But when he held you in his arms for the first time, he knew he'd figure it out just fine.

-Nagi, Isagi, Bachira, Zantetsu, Kurona

The good thing is, I don't even have to share any knowledge with you / You can just read the wiki entry

-Nagi, Oliver, Zantetsu, Lavinho

I won't always be there for you, I have to party hard too / Did I say "party"? I mean "work"

Being a father doesn't mean that's the only part of his life now. He'll try to be there for you whenever possible, but there will be moments when he gets lost in other things.

-Otoya, Oliver, Karasu, Lavinho, Shidou

Joking aside, the ego-pig in me is happy that you are coming / Cause then I can play with Lego blocks

A part of him is still a child as well. And hey, being a father means he gets to play with toys again - that's something he can look forward to.

-Bachira, Shidou, Lavinho, Nagi, Isagi

Cause even though I'm putting effort and thinking about how / I can take the pressure off and still get you into bookstores / Something I do will lead to trauma, c'est la vie / I'll be the star of your psychotherapy, have fun

As careful as he is with you, he knows at some point he'll do something wrong. He's perfectly aware of how he won't always be the perfect father, but he's still trying his best.

-Barou, Ego, Noa, Isagi, Kunigami, Reo, Yukimiya

You're programmed for me, I'm programmed for you / Now we're sittin' here, I say now we're sittin' here / Sorry, you ain't adopted

He didn't choose to have you as his child, and you didn't choose him to have as your father. But still, you're perfectly made to be this role for each other.

-all of them.

You may not become president or student representative / Reality will throw your dreams in the chick shredder / I know what I'm talkin' about, life ain't no show

You won't achieve the greatest things in the world, and that's okay. You don't have to do that to make your father proud. He knows exactly what it's like to fail, and that's why he will always encourage you to reach your dreams, no matter how big or small they may be.

-Reo, Ego, Barou, Raichi, Kaiser, Tokimitsu, Yukimiya

You'll see my burdens, I've given them to you / If you think your genes are bad, they're Papa's genes / But you're my update, you can fix the bugs

You may not be a carbon copy of your father, but the similarities are undeniable - both the good and the bad.

-Ego, Barou, Shidou, Kaiser

In the beginning it's ambition like in a chess duel / You will emulate me until you outshine me / The balance of power is on my side - currently / But your chance is good, because Papa's withering parallel like a leaf

Being his child also means being his rival - in a fun way. If there's something to compete in, there will be playful competition. Board games, soccer in the backyard and running random races when you're just walking somewhere together - things like that.

-Shidou, Bachira, Karasu, Lavinho

This has to come out now 'cause later I won't be the same / When you're around I'm sure I'll write some corny shit / No more tasteless jokes, no more Hitler comparisons

He was more of an immature person before, but he knows after your birth he has to become more serious as a father - at least that's what society expects from him.

-Bachira, Oliver, Karasu, Shidou, Lavinho

I stand in front of the mirror and see a caricature / But I train every day for my father figure / I practice "La-Le-Lu" on the keyboard / And I subject myself to a motherfucking radio censorship / And I learn all the movie clichés, after birth / You'll get a wristwatch with your name engraved on it

At first, knowing he'll be a father soon felt so unreal to him. But the closer the day gets, the more the realization sets in. But that realization makes him nervous, so he's putting extra effort into learning how to be the best father he can be. And even though he doesn't want to be "like the other dads", he finds himself following every cliché possible.

-Zantetsu, Tokimitsu, Isagi, Snuffy, Yukimiya

Even though being strict clashes with my liberal nature / I'll pretend I'm interested in your Spanish exam

He doesn't care how much of a good or bad student you are, but he knows you'll have to pass school somehow. As much as he doesn't care about your grades, he pretends as if he does to keep you encouraged. But of course you'll get praise for your hard work when you get good grades.

-Isagi, Chigiri, Bachira, Ness, Yukimiya

I'll be mad at you for every adolescent booze story / But don't be afraid of me just because I fuck your mother

-Oliver, Karasu, Lavinho, Shidou, Raichi

I'm just an old cynic who writes frustration poems / But I swear I'll give it all to you till the end of my chapter

He'd do anything and everything for you. He will always make sure you feel safe and loved, no matter what age you're at. Even when you become an adult, he will always be your father and protect you as good as he can.

-all of them.

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[chaoticbindery]

Here's Looking at You Kid

By Messermoon(@sophsicle )

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world..."

George wanders into a bar. Nothing is ever the same.

Thanks to Soph for accepting a copy of this story. Apologies for the delay and ups being trash 💀

Thanks to @upthehillart for approving my use of their art for this fic.

Special thanks to the @renegadepublishing server for all your support, advice, and encouragement during the making of these books.

To ups, I hope you never feel the gentle touch of a woman, that your child never hugs you again, and that every time you enter a room, you forget the reason you are there.

Below, I will discuss the process, which will include a lot of spoilers. (But also more pics 😈)

When I heard this story was set in the same universe as choices, I lost my shit a little and read it. Slowly, however, this story began to mean a lot more to me than I could put into words. George's grief over the lost of his soul mate, the struggle to find himself, and Blaise's love, passion, kindness, and confidence in himself resonated to me in such a way that I knew I needed to hold it in my greedy little hands.

I started to think about what I wanted to do and how I wanted to bind this story. I struggle a lot from picking the font for the body text to picking the chapter titles. I finally, after fucking around with canva for more time than I'm willing to admit , I was able to come up with these:

(If you would like the files for anything I used, please dm me, and I will send them to you! I will eventually set up a google drive)

In the story, there is this moment where Blaise casts a spell that creates a constellation, of which George got the inspiration to make a mood ring that created a little sky, and depending on your mood the sky changes to reflect how you feel. He gives it to Blaise, and they have a picnic under the sky, indoors, later at Blaise's party they have such a cute moment at night and so I wanted to implant the sky in some way.

I also wanted to use constellations in this bind. I didn't know how or where. I just knew I needed them in my life. So while i mop over my inability to impelent them, I took a break. So one day, I was reading a book with these very cute corners, and then it hit me. (No, I didn't finish the book i was reading. I was busy stalking the internet, trying to find the perfect image)

After that, picking the page breaks was easy. I wanted something simple since I didn't want the typeset to look so busy that it took away from the most important element of the bind, aka the story. I added a few little things for me in Draco and Harry's 2 chapters because I'm weak, and that's for soph to find all on her own 👀

I will put this here, tho.

Lastly, because Tumblr won't let me post more pictures, here are the endpapers I used for 2 of the 3 books.

As some of you may have notice, there are blues, pinks, and whites in this bind. It's a subtle yet very loud depiction of the Trans flag. It was very important to me to show that this story is of a Trans man that, as soph, puts it, saved himself.

I added all the chapter notes, trigger warnings, and more information about this bind on the typeset itself. Ultimately, to me, this is a form of archiving stories I think matter, and if for whatever reason, technology dies on us, this story will still live on.

The info that's only important to the binders 💀:

Materials list:

Bookcloth: Colibri in color Cornflower, this cloth has a silk like finish.

Htv: I used siser's htv easy weed vinyl with a bit of a pinkish undertone to it.

Endpapers: they are from paper tree nook in the uk

Endband: 2 mm 100% leather with blue viscous thread

Textblock: I used standard 20lbs cream color paper. I used toner to print. To sew the textblock, I use blue linen thread and remie bands gifted to me by my friend duranbinding. I painted the edges using golden acrylic paint, and the charm and ribbon are both from Michael's

Typeset:

(I will edit in this bit later since I made so many changes its hard to recall them all)

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[skyfallscotland]

Amy!!! It’s like you don’t care about my feelings. Chapter 12 wrecked me! I had off work today, the sun is shining, the birds are literally chipping and I’m emotionally devastated. Thanks. (The fact that I encouraged you to post this chapter today is irrelevant.)

I’m clinging to the following from chapter 12- Ridoc. Disappointed mum voice. Lia and Remi. Remi wearing Xaden’s shirt. Remi and Liam- until chapter 13.

I would like to respectfully request that Varrish’s death is slow and painful. He certainly deserves it.

I hope my mental anguish gets you out of your rut and gives you the writing inspiration you need. 💜

I’m off to go cry. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. 😀

I'm so sorry, but ask and you shall receive 😂

Ridoc literally is like wow I better clean up my act, I hate it when mum is disappointed in me 😂 And Liiiiiaaaaamm, ugh, I just love him so much.

Varrish's death will certainly be a scene I guess, but probably not as soon as some people would like, haha.

🖤🖤

#remi's version asks

[merotwst]

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[ghost-town-story]

FebruarOC Day 18: Remi

(Combining with the ockissweek prompt "almost")

The closer we get to her house, the more I notice Remi dragging her feet. “Hey,” I say, nudging her with my shoulder. “Everything okay?”

Remi startles, then turns away and tucks her hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture I’ve seen a thousand times before. “Fine,” she says. “Just… I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Aww, I’m flattered,” I tease. “But you’ll see me again in a couple hours, surely you’re not that impatient.”

Remi huffs, but there’s still a smile on her face. “It’s not that,” she says, “although yes, I would rather keep hanging out with you.”

“Then why?” I ask. “If… you want to tell me.” I’ve noticed Remi being more secretive here, and while I absolutely hate it, I don’t want to demand she tell me everything that goes through her head.

Remi flashes me a little almost smile. “It’s nothing awful,” she says. “My dad and I have just never seen eye to eye on… a lot of things, and it got worse after Mom…” She trails off, looking down at her feet.

“Sorry,” I say. “If you ever wanna get kidnapped, I’m totally down for that.”

That pulls a startled laugh from Remi. “I really don’t think that would help,” she says, bumping me with her hip, “but thanks for the offer.”

“Of course,” I say as we round the corner. I recognize the street we’re on for once, cause Remi’s house is just a few driveways down the road. “After all, it’s my duty as your best friend and knight or bodyguard or whatever title we’re going with this time.”

“I like the friend one the best,” Remi says with a smile.

“Good.” I sling my arm around her shoulders. “Cause so do I.”

The walk up to her front door is too short for my liking, and I only reluctantly let go of Remi once we’re standing right in front of it. Remi hesitates, fiddling with her house key, then she steps close to wrap her arms around me. “Thanks,” she whispers.

“No problem.” I hug her back tight, letting myself pretend for a few moments that I won’t have to let go of her.

Remi shifts a little, just enough so she can look me in the eye. “Kaylee, I…” She trails off, cheeks darkening with a blush.

“Hm?” Despite my attempt at staying focused and encouraging Remi to finish her sentence, I can’t stop myself from thinking about how easy it would be to lean in, close the distance between us and kiss her. To show her that I love her—really love her, here and in any other world we might find ourselves in.

Remi blinks, her eyes flickering down my face for a second, then—

The door opens suddenly, startling us both. Remi practically jumps back a few steps, her blush darkening even further.

Standing in the doorway, illuminated from the hallway light behind him, is a man I can only assume is Remi’s dad, since I’ve never actually met him before and at first glance Remi doesn’t look much like him. He looks at me for a moment, pointedly studying me, before shifting his gaze to Remi. “[Redacted].”

Remi cringes a bit. “Hi Dad.”

“I was wondering why you were just standing out here.”

“Uh, yeah.” Remi shoves her hands in her pockets, shoulders rising defensively. The movement makes me want nothing more than to step in between them and defend Remi, but then she glances at me, and I know she doesn’t want me to get involved.

I don’t like it, but making her happy is more important than that, so I step close and kiss her quick on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” I say, then turn to hop down the steps. “Bye!” I add, flashing a wave over my shoulder for Remi’s dad.

I wait until I’m back on the street to look back at Remi, but I’m just a little too slow. The door closes behind Remi and her dad, leaving me staring at painted wood and wishing there was something more I could do for her.

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[ransomedrogue]

hey blindspotters... it’s been awhile! I fell off the writing/fandom wagon for a bit there but then I just checked back in and the rewatch was on 3.20... and I wrote something? It’s a couple of extra scenes (to make the gunshot wound worse than it appeared of course :P). oh and it all came out quick and I didn’t actually watch the episode again so apologies for any inconsistencies. 

3.20

Jane ran to Avery as soon as she dropped the weapon, wrapping her arms around her daughter in relief. Watching Avery point the gun at her godmother had been terrifying, especially knowing their shared DNA. Jane was sure that Remi at that age would have fired without remorse, despite the potential consequences.

Avery seemed to be in shock at what had almost happened; what she'd almost done. Her body was stiff in Jane's arms and her breathing started to become frantic so Jane guided her towards the couch, away from the action.

"Here, let's sit down," she said. "You did the right thing, everything's going to be okay."

Avery sat obediently, still shaky as Jane's hand settled between her shoulders.

"Okay great. Now let's breathe together for a bit."

Jane quietly encouraged Avery to inhale deeply before releasing her breath slowly, until a few silent minutes passed and Avery finally spoke.

"I almost killed her," she whispered, sounding almost in awe.

"I'm sorry."

Jane shook her head, fighting back an emotion she couldn't quite identify. It was part pride, part guilt, with a sprinkling of regret. Avery had made the right choice, despite everything she'd been through, all the things a parent should have protected her from.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," Jane replied. "You have every right to be angry, and you still made the right choice. I'm proud of you, and I'm sure your dad would be too."

Avery finally stopped staring blankly at the floor and looked up at Jane, with obvious uncertainty in her eyes.

"I don't know what to believe anymore," she said softly. "Everything's so messed up."

Jane sighed, her heart aching for her daughter. Learning the truth about her own parentage had been hard enough, even without memories of growing up with Shepherd. Avery had thought her family was completely normal until recently, and was still just a kid in so many ways. Of course it was a lot to wrap her mind around, and would involve a lot of mixed emotions.

"I know," Jane replied. "I'm sorry about all of this."

"It's not your fault," Avery said, shaking her head. "You saved my life today."

Of course she had, there hadn't been any other option. It wasn't something she expected her daughter to thank her for though; it was just a given. Avery was her kid, even if she rightfully didn't consider Jane her parent. And no one was going to hurt her kid.

Jane tried to figure out a way to deflect Avery's gratitude but her train of thought was interrupted by Kurt's voice, coming from behind them.

"Yeah, she does that," he commented, placing his hand on Jane's shoulder and squeezing lightly.

Jane looked up over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at him, but her smile belied any annoyance at his statement. Weller was always so proud of her that it was almost over the top. However, considering how broken their relationship had been just recently, it warmed her chest hearing his love for her come through in the tone of his voice.

"Paramedics are here to take you to the hospital," Weller said. "And I'll take Avery to the NYO to get her statement. Reade and Zapata can wrap things up here."

Avery flashed Jane a worried look and a surge of protectiveness washed over her.

"I don't need to go to the hospital, I'll come with you to the NYO," Jane protested. "I can get medical to look at it after Avery's done her statement."

"That tourniquet's been on for two hours now, it needs to be loosened soon," Kurt replied. "Let's go see what the paramedics say first."

"Kurt…"

"No arguing," he said, his voice stern though his thumb continued to rub soothing circles against her skin.

"Yeah. No arguing," Avery added, her tone equally serious.

Jane sighed in defeat, shaking her head as she stood up and let Kurt walk her towards the ambulance.

"Okay, let's get this over with," Jane said, sitting down on the gurney that the EMT pointed her towards.

The paramedic asked all the standard questions about her injury and frowned when she said how long the tourniquet had been on for.

"We need to get you to the hospital and get that off of your arm as soon as possible," he said. "Let's get you strapped onto the gurney and we'll get moving."

Jane immediately got off the stretcher at his words and started to walk away but Weller used his bigger size to press her back into a seated position.

"Kurt, it can wait," she protested.

"No it can't," he retorted. "You know permanent damage can happen if you have that tourniquet on for over two hours."

"Fine, then they can take it off here and bandage it," Jane said. "If that isn't enough to get the bleeding to stop then I'll go to the doctor after you get Avery's statement."

Weller sighed, giving the paramedic an exasperated look.

"Will that work?", he asked.

"We can try," the EMT said. "But it is not what I would recommend."

Jane shot the man a glare and he immediately stopped talking when he saw the daggers in her eyes. Silently, he proceeded to open up his first aid kit and began wrapping a pressure bandage tightly around the wound on Jane's arm.

Jane grunted as the sensation in her arm immediately went from muted ache to pulsing throb. Her eyes closed automatically and she shivered involuntarily as a wave of discomfort shot through her. But then she felt Kurt's hand slip into hers, gripping it firmly as she tried to breathe through the pain.

It took a few moments to gather herself and when Jane opened her eyes again, the bandage was on and the paramedic was beginning to undo the tourniquet. For a second, everything seemed fine after the strap came off. But then, almost immediately, the bandage was soaked in blood and Jane's head began to spin.

"What's happening?!" Avery asked, her voice full of panic.

Jane tried to say something to reassure her daughter but all her thoughts were slipping away with her blood. She could vaguely hear Weller freaking out at the EMT's, demanding to know what was happening. But by the time the answer came, her audio input was becoming spotty, and all she could hear was something about a tear in the artery.

That doesn't sound good, she thought dimly, while everyone began yelling all around her. Then something else was wrapped around her already throbbing arm, again intensifying the pain until darkness swept over her and she slumped forward into Kurt's panicked grip.

###

Normally, Weller would be totally losing his shit.

In the current circumstance, he was still losing his shit, but only internally. At least, Kurt hoped he was maintaining a relatively calm and rational exterior for Avery's sake.

Jane was going to be fine. They had gotten to the hospital in record time, with him leading the ambulance in the FBI SUV, lights blaring all the way. Even though she had regained consciousness almost immediately after passing out in his arms, Weller had driven unreasonably fast, until he realized he was scaring Avery and toned things down a bit.

And now, he was telling himself not to pace as his mind kept going back to the memory of her eyes rolling back as she slumped forward, almost falling off the gurney before he managed to wrap himself around her. Avery kept eyeing him anxiously but Weller had offered all the reassuring words he could muster up in the haze of his own worry.

It felt like an eternity, but in reality the surgeon was out to talk to them barely an hour after Jane had been whisked away into an operating room. She offered Kurt a tired smile as he rushed up to talk to her, clearly seeing his poorly hidden desperation.

"Your wife is fine, Agent Weller," the doctor said. "She was lucky, the bullet was just deep enough to nick the deep brachial artery, but not enough to slice it through. The repair was relatively simple and she should have full function of the arm again shortly. I would still like to keep her overnight for observation, but barring any complications, she should be ready to go home in the morning."

Weller winced internally, recognizing a future battle that both he and the doctor were sure to lose.

"When can we see her?," he asked.

"She's in recovery now and will be in a regular room soon after she's awake," the doctor replied. "I'll make sure someone lets you know as soon as that happens."

Kurt thanked the surgeon and then exhaled a lungful of worry as he turned to face Avery.

"See, I told you she'd be fine," he said.

Avery smirked a little as she shook her head at him.

"You were so freaking out," she replied.

Weller sighed, accepting the obvious fact that he could be irrational when it came to Jane's well-being.

"Yeah, okay. Maybe I was," he admitted. "But I also knew she would be okay. She's been through a lot worse, she's tough as nails. Where do you think you get it from?"

At least that got a grin out of the kid.

"I mean, the same thing basically happened on our first case together and she still came back for more," he continued.

Avery looked confused for a second as she registered his words.

"You mean she got shot on her first day with you?"

"Yup," Weller replied with a grin. "And that was after she beat the crap out of two guys in a knife fight."

Avery grinned, nodding her approval.

"Jane's pretty hardcore," she said.

"She's not going to want to stay overnight, is she?"

Kurt laughed, loosening up for the first time since Jane had passed out that afternoon.

"Nope, she sure isn't."

###

She woke up in a fuzz, with fire blazing in her bicep. Trying to blink away the bleariness, Jane realized she wasn't in the recovery room anymore, even though she didn't remember falling asleep again after waking up post op. But now instead of the recovery room nurse, she was being intently observed by a pair of familiar blue eyes, etched deep with both worry and relief.

"Hey," Kurt breathed, as if full volume might overwhelm her somehow.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Jane replied, without really thinking about the question. It was what he needed to hear, and how she needed to be.

Weller smiled, a knowing sparkle in his eye as he looked her over intently.

"How's the arm? Do you need painkillers?"

"I'm fine, Kurt," she sighed. She felt blurry enough without more meds, even if her arm was pulsating. Jane didn't want to be on hospital grade drugs, especially with Avery there. She had already felt bad worrying her daughter earlier that day, and felt rather chagrined at having ended up admitted to the hospital for a graze to her arm.

"Did you guys do Avery's statement yet?"

Weller and Avery exchanged a glance before Kurt looked back at Jane.

"No, he was too busy losing it in the waiting room," Avery said, matter of factly. "I mean, he was pretending he wasn't. But it was pretty obvious."

Weller winced visibly and Jane laughed at the mix of mock and real dismay in his expression. Getting called out by a teenager was something they would both have to get used to.

"Kurt, it was a graze," she sighed.

"A graze doesn't take surgery and a bag of blood," Weller replied. "I should have known it was worse than it looked when you told me things weren't great."

"The doctor wants you to stay overnight," he added. "Just for observation."

Jane sighed, steeling herself for a battle.

"Kurt…"

"I know. You're fine, and you don't want to stay," Weller said, flashing Avery another look.

But his tone more bemused than upset, and when he glanced back at Jane, she could see affection glittering in his eyes.

"Will you at least wait for the doctor to come take a look? Then you can tell him you're leaving and we can all go to the NYO after."

It was an easy compromise, especially since she was still a little groggy from the anaesthetic. Jane grinned at her husband, glad to have avoided an argument.

"And then we'll go get my favourite burritos?," Jane added suddenly inspired by a growl in her stomach.

Kurt laughed, nodding in pretend defeat.

"Yes dear, then we'll go get your favourite burritos."

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[dayenurose]

Written for @roguegambitweek, Day 5: First Child.

I started writing ‘At the Seams’ for Rogue/Gambit Week 2021. As I pondered what to do for R/G Week 2023, I decided it was the perfect time to continue working on Chapter Two. I didn’t quite manage to finish this chapter, but still wanted to share with y’all. This chapter focuses on Rogue, Remy, and their first child, Irene. Enjoy this excerpt.

At the Seams - Chapter 2: Irene by DayenuRose

“….Now, get your sexy Cajun ass over here, so Ah can give ya a kiss.”

“Yes’m,” he crawled up the bed to his wife’s side and snuggled at her side.

Rogue leaned over and kissed him as promised.

“You take my breath away, mamour.” As he pulled away, his gaze fell onto Irene. “Both of you.”

As Irene finished her mid-night meal, Remy reached for the cloth on his nightstand. Taking his daughter from his wife, he settled Irene against his shoulder. “Come here Immy. Come to Papa,” he crooned.

Rogue smiled. “Are ya really gonna call her that?”

“Oui,” he pressed a kiss to the top of their daughter’s head. “I like it.”

“Well, I know better than to try and talk ya out of a nickname once you’ve made your mind up about it. Just ask Stormy. But, tell me,” Rogue snuggled up against Remy’s side and closed her eyes, exhaustion catching back up to her, “how do you get Immy from Irene?”

“Ah, ma belle femme, the answer is simplicity itself. It doesn’t come from Irene—at least Irene alone.”

“All right swamp rat, Ah’m too tired to play guessin’ games. So why don’t ya just tell me.” She yawned, proving her point.

“Well, this little petite, her name is Irene Mattie. Which means her initials are I- M-. Put them together, add a y, and you get Immy. Isn’t that right ma précieuse fille?” He added the last bit directly to their daughter in a soft, crooning murmur.

“And adding a y was necessary?” Rogue poke the ticklish spot along his side. He twisted, pressing his side against the propped up pillows and making it harder for her to continue her attack, all the while keeping Immy undisturbed by their antics.

“D’accord Roguey.” He kissed her temple where her hair changed from white to cinnamon, then pressed a kiss to Immy’s head where her hair changed colors in the same fashion. In the company of his wife and daughter, he could not imagine being happier or more content.

“Looks like she’s asleep sug. Ya want me lay her down?”

“Non. I got it, mon coeur. You get comfortable and I’ll join you once she’s down.”

“Thanks Rems.” Rogue yawned again and snuggled under the blankets.

Yes, Remy thought as he watched them sleep. I am the luckiest homme in the world.

Thanks for reading. The rest of the chapter will be out soon. I appreciate all your encouragement and support. <3 <3 <3

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[indelibleevidence]

Broken Wings, chapter 1 (Reller, M-rated)

Author's Note: Also on FanFiction.Net and AO3! Updating on Saturdays, because I made sure to actually finish the fic before I started posting it, to ensure I didn't consign it to WIP hell like my other WIPs. XD

Wow, this is going to be a lot of explaining, but here we go! First off, if you haven't read Strikethrough, Crossroads, and the Damaged Goods summaries for the rest of the fics that I haven't written in between Crossroads and this one, go do that first. There's also a one-shot called Stalling that's set a month or two before this fic, but it's not necessary reading to get what's going on here.

This fic contains suicidal ideation, suicidal distress, and a depiction of Remi at rock bottom. If you're in a bad place, it might be better if you don't read this right now. (And I hope you feel less terrible soon.)

Remi is a lot different from the Remi in Crossroads. She's got pretty much all of her memories from her Jane years back now, and is a little bit softer and less sweary, until she's provoked, and then she reverts to 'fuck you' mode. Much like Jane's 4x15/4x16 self in canon, she's overwhelmed by the weight of her past mistakes, as Remi and as Jane. She's definitely not on the 'yay, law enforcement' train, and is still mostly ACAB in nature, but she knows that at least Kurt and his team are well-intentioned, and their eyes are open to the corruption within the system (mainly because of the first set of tattoos). By this point in my timeline, she also has accepted the fact that she's in love with Kurt, but she'd die before she'd ever admit it to him.

Jane is referred to as a third person throughout this fic, because neither Remi nor Kurt are at the 'Jane and Remi are just two time periods sans memories for one person' stage of acceptance. Also because it's easier for me, as a writer, to differentiate between those different time periods and mindsets by just using the names she was going by at the time. I do think that in another year down the Damaged Goods timeline, both Remi and Kurt will stop referring to Jane as a separate entity, but Remi kind of needs it right now, and though Kurt is further down the line as seeing Jane as a part of Remi, he's still getting there too. So things might seem a little bit disassociative identity disordery, and I apologise to anyone who might stumble upon this who actually lives with DID and hates what I did with this. But Remi is compartmentalising a LOT, though interestingly enough, now she's seeing Jane as the better person, whereas before, she loathed Jane with the fire of a thousand suns. The difference a few memories can make...

This fic is complete, so I'll post updates on Saturdays, I guess. This is my first time actually finishing a multi-chaptered fic before starting to post, but I really didn't want to start posting another WIP that was going to hang around in limbo (I'm sorry, Remember to Forgive and Taken for Granted fans! I will get there, I hope!).

Lastly, I really have to thank nachosandcheeze for her enthusiasm for this AU, and her encouragement for me to keep writing for it. She's not the only one who's been lovely about it (and thank you to everyone who cares about my weird little enemies to lovers universe where Jane never quite made it back to her brain - really, you guys are fantastic!), but she's been pretty consistently poking me with metaphorical sticks, and making Remi gifsets, and squeeing over Reller, etc. - to the point where I showed her the half-scene I had written from a fic several fics away from where I'd left off with Crossroads, just to get it out of my brain. And she loved it so much that I wrote a bit more, and a bit more, until over 16k later, I ended up with this. So thank you again, nachos. You're proof that nagging a fic author for more story does actually work, sometimes! :D

*

Absently tracing the carving on the stone with her finger, Remi glanced over to the small vial of clear liquid on her nightstand. It sat on top of a small, leatherbound booklet—El Libro de la Eternidad—which she’d smuggled out of Peru, along with the stone brick from Machu Picchu. Maybe she should feel guilty that she’d stolen a couple of pieces of Peruvian history from its citizens, even if one of them was a loose brick, but after all the things she’d done in her short fuck-up of a life, her conscience was way past that. And the brick contained a carved message for her: RB 4 RB, Roman Briggs for Remi Briggs, along with binary code that pointed to Roman’s data caches, and a message that had made tears sting her eyes.

Hey, sis.

I got you something. I never solved this one.

 I hope you can. I did my best.

May you outlive this… for both of us.

Your brother, always,

Roman

Even during his bitter feud with Jane—Remi still flinched to think of him ZIPped and claustrophobic in his FBI cell, even though she now remembered Jane’s reasons, and her anguish at her brother’s state—Roman had still been looking for a cure for her. He’d had his own, the one she’d stolen from Dr. Roga and used to cure herself—after all, Roman had died before he’d had the chance to benefit from it. But still, he’d hunted down more Stanton cells, which meant that now, Remi had a cure for ZIP poisoning all lined up.

She had everything she needed. If Roman’s cache intel was right, New York billionaire hypochondriac Ken Lee would trade El Libro de la Eternidad for the Stanton cells. Dr. Roga could synthesise a new cure, if Kurt approached her. And Remi would need that cure, because the ZIP on the nightstand would be going into her body, as soon as she laid the plan out for Kurt.

There was just one more thing left to do.

Setting aside Roman’s carving, she accessed the video recording setting on her phone, and held it up so that her face was visible. She’d made a video for her future self once before, to further Phase One of her grand plan by introducing Jane to Oscar, and verifying his trustworthiness.

And you know how that turned out, her internal critic whispered.

Swallowing hard, Remi made herself focus on the task at hand, ignoring the guilt gnawing on the synapses at the back of her mind. How was she going to start this thing? Saying hello seemed redundant.

“I know you’re suffering right now, and I’m sorry for that. You don’t remember your old life, and that’s intentional. Please, trust me when I say you shouldn’t go hunting for the finer details. I’m sparing you a lifetime of pain and futility by taking the ZIP, even though you might not be able to appreciate that.”

She sounded whiny as hell, but how else could she put it? She had to make future Jane understand that this was for the best.

“The only options, as I see them, are suicide or ZIP. I’ve got enough here that I should be able to wipe out any trace of my old memories. You might get a few flashes, but I hope you don’t. You don’t need to go through this again.”

If you weren’t such a coward, you’d just put a shotgun barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger. Maybe Jane would think she was cowardly. But she wasn’t afraid to die. She just didn’t want Kurt to have to suffer, knowing his wife was dead along with Remi.

“I’m doing this, instead of killing myself, because you have good people around you, people I’ve already hurt enough, and don’t want to hurt any more by making them lose you. You have loyal friends. A husband who loves you very much. Things will be hard for you at first, but you’ll build a life again, like you did before. And this time, you’ll know who did this to you, and why, and you won’t have me telling you to disregard your instincts and undermine the people you care about. I was misled, and betrayed, but I made bad choices, too. I was too stubborn to see it for so long, but the first time we were ZIPped, Jane found happiness, and a new purpose, and even though I still don’t think law enforcement is the shining star of morality… If you’re working with Kurt and his team, you’ll be working towards good things. Hold onto that.”

She took a breath, picking up the ancient Peruvian brick again.

“The one thing I want to tell you about is my—our—brother, Roman. Or Ian. That was his birth name, just like yours was Alice. Ian Kruger. Later, Roman Briggs. He wasn’t perfect, as I’m sure Kurt will tell you. But he was a follower his whole life, not a leader. He followed me, and our adopted mother, because he loved us, and didn’t want to be rejected. Jane hurt him too much, and he turned on her, and on Kurt, but deep down, he was a good man. He just wanted a loving family, to belong somewhere.”

She held the brick up in the camera’s sight. “I want you to keep this. Take care of it. This points to his last message from him to me, on his data caches. To Remi, I mean. Not the old version of Jane.” How did things get so confusing? “I have the actual message saved on my phone, so you should be able to see the message itself there. As for the brick, I took it from Peru, along with something to bargain with for a cure for your ZIP poisoning. Roman was looking for a cure for me, even while he knew I—the old Jane—was working to bring him down. He just wanted his sister back, I guess.”

If she kept this up for much longer, she was going to get too damn emotional, and there was no way she was willing to break down and cry on video. She had to cut this short. “Roman and I went through hell together, and that’s one of the things I don’t want you to remember anything about, so I won’t go into it. But we survived our childhood by relying on each other, and then our teenage years were the same, in a different way. We used to pass a South African rand coin our parents gave us back and forth, giving it to each other as a gift. It wasn’t worth much back then—and it’d buy even less now—but its symbolic value for us was priceless. For Roman, it was a comfort object. Jane buried him with it, so I don’t have it now, but I wanted you to know about it.”

She dug her fingernails into her palm, a technique she’d first used at the orphanage to keep outwardly calm, while a torrent of emotions churned within her. The pain centred her, making the grief easier to bear.

“Things went so wrong, but I never stopped loving Roman, even as Jane. And he never stopped loving me.”

She sighed, knowing she should say more, should give Jane more closure, but knowing she’d never be able to get through it on camera. Maybe she’d write Jane a letter, before Kurt ZIPped her.

“I hope you can build a life again, and find happiness. You sure as hell couldn’t do worse than I did. Please, look forward, not back. There’s nothing here but pain. Good luck.”

She threw down the phone and buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply, striving for the numbness that could get her through the final days of this life. Soon she’d fly to New York, and wipe the slate clean.

The end of my memories can’t come soon enough. I can’t do this anymore.

*

Three days later…

Kurt stared from the vial and hypodermic needle to his wife, a rapidly growing pit in his stomach. What…is happening here? What the hell, Remi?

“It’s okay,” she said, shrugging as though this was a foregone conclusion, a logical end to everything they’d battled through on their way to this moment. “I’ve made my peace with it. There’s nothing left here for me now. This is Jane’s world, and I don’t belong in it. At least…at least this way, you can get her back. Or as close to it as it’s possible to get.”

“It’s okay?” he finally managed to say, his throat choked with an intense mass of emotions that he couldn’t even begin to analyse right now. “Your identity is what makes you you, Remi. You’ve fought to defend it so damn hard, it nearly drove us apart for good. You’ve spent over a year getting so many of your memories back, and now you want a clean slate again? I know you remember how hard it was for you after Times Square, and after Cape Town.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, still not meeting his eyes. “The first time, you didn’t know who Jane was. Nobody knew. This time, everyone will. And she’ll have you, and your friends. It’s…easier that way. Even though I hated you when I found out what had happened to Sandstorm, at least I had…” She shook her head. “Anyway—Jane will adjust quickly. You can get the woman you married back, as she was.”

The words shook him, in so many different ways. He rubbed a hand over his face, floundering to make sense of everything.

To get his Jane back…it was everything he’d dreamed of for so long. During those ten months that Remi had gone off the radar, he’d been desperate to find a way to bring Jane back to the forefront of her mind. Aside from Bethany and work, it had been all he’d thought about, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a spark of hope for that outcome now.

But it was all wrong. It was a fairytale. Jane had been a product of the situation she’d been in, from the bag in Times Square to not knowing who she was, to thinking she was Taylor Shaw and then discovering she wasn’t, to being tortured by the CIA—and then discovering she used to be Remi Briggs, daughter of the leader of a terrorist organisation. She’d become who she was because of the way things had been back then, the way her new life had unfolded, and there was no way to know how much of that would be replicated in a newly ZIPped Remi.

Remi. God… I… He swallowed hard, something akin to grief seeping into his bones.

“What about you? This is like…like mental suicide for a huge part of you. You really want to kill yourself that badly? Why not shoot yourself in the head? Jump off a building? Overdose on pills?” His voice was harsher than he meant it to come out—demanding, angry.

Terrified. He was goddamn terrified.

Remi flinched at his tone, finally looking into his eyes. “Because you don’t want to live without her. And if I did one of those things, you’d have to face that she’d never come back.”

He rose from the couch abruptly, the twister of conflicted emotions within him too much to handle if he stayed still. Tears filled his eyes as he stalked over to the kitchen, and he rested his palms on the worktop, his back to Remi, as he tried to breathe.

“So you really want to die?” he managed to ask.

“There’s nothing left for me. My mother, my brother, my friends, my cause, my convictions… Everything is gone, Weller. There’s no point in trying to rebuild. I’ve spent the past year not knowing what to do with myself, fucking things up…”

He turned on her, snarling, “There’s nothing left for you? Then what the hell am I? Why do you keep coming back? After everything that’s happened, you don’t care enough to stick around?”

She got to her feet, crossed the room, her eyes sad. “The only thing I care about in this life is you, and I hurt you constantly, just by not being Jane. This way, it kills two birds with one stone. My empty life goes away, and you get Jane back. You get to be happy, and I get to…forget.”

A tear slid down his cheek, and he dashed it away impatiently. “Remi…”

She reached up to brush another tear from the corner of his eye, her fingers gentle. “I don’t want either of us to hurt anymore. We’ve suffered enough.”

Staring down at her, he finally put names to the emotions within him. Fear and pain had been easy to identify on their own, but they were joined by a surge of something else, so strong and fierce and breathtakingly real that he could hardly bear it.

Remi… Fuck, I can’t lose you. I need you.

I love you.

Despite everything she’d done to him, all the mental torment she’d put him through, the bitter arguments they’d had, the misunderstandings and deceit that had shredded their trust in each other…he’d fallen for the whole of her, just as hard as he had for the Jane part of her. Remi was Jane, intensified. She’d called herself damaged goods, and he couldn’t disagree, but so was he. Remi understood him in a way Jane never could have on her own.

And he was suddenly, powerfully certain that she loved him just as much.

Unable to control himself, he pulled her into his arms, giving her a crushing kiss that seemed to shock the breath from her, even as she returned it just as ardently. Part of him wanted to reject this whole conversation, carry her to bed, fuck her until they were both too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep in each other’s arms.

But this was too serious to hide from, even temporarily. He had to make his position clear.

Wrenching away from her, he stalked over to the table, picked up the small bottle of ZIP and brought it to the kitchen sink. Unscrewing the lid, he poured the contents down the drain, then dropped the bottle and turned to Remi, who was staring at him as though he’d gone mad.

“What the hell?” she demanded.

“Listen to me,” he told her, his eyes locked on hers. “I will never use that stuff on you. Ever. It doesn’t matter to me that there’s a cure for ZIP poisoning all lined up. There’s no going back for us. I can’t just inject you and turn you back into the Jane you used to be. It wouldn’t work like that.”

She sighed, looking down at the splashes of ZIP remaining in the sink. “Better the devil you know than the angel you don’t?”

He cupped her face in both hands, making sure she couldn’t look away from his face. “You’re my devil, and my angel, and everything in between. Remi, the thought of losing you scares the hell out of me. You’re my wife, and you may not be the way you were when we got married, but you’re still the woman I fell in love with, deep down.”

She was frowning, shaking her head, and he rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as she drew in a shaky breath.

“I love you, just as much as I did when you were Jane. You didn’t make it easy to get to know you, but every time you let me in a little more, I fell for you even further. I need you to stay you.”

“What?” She breathed the word, and he opened his eyes to find her visibly trembling. Her expression was a study in contradictions. Fear. Hope. Anger. Longing.

Kurt smiled sadly. “It’s too late. I already know you love me, too.”

She tore herself out of his arms, stepped out of his reach. “Stop it. This has gone far enough, Weller.”

“No. It hasn’t gone anywhere near far enough. You’re so scared of making yourself vulnerable, of being hurt again, that you’re hurting yourself so that I’ll never have that power over you.” He took a step closer, and she backed into the living room immediately.

He’d once mentally compared her to a trapped animal, defensively clawing and snarling out of fear. He saw that same distress in her now, and ached to hold her, even though it would only make the situation worse.

“I thought we were over this,” she said, her voice brittle. “I’m not Jane.”

“No, you’re not Jane. You’re Remi. I see you, the whole of you. I know exactly who you are, and I love you.”

She eyed the apartment door, her fists bunched at her sides and her jaw set.

“Don’t run from this. Please.” He took another slow, careful step, and though she backed up again, her eyes were on him once more.

“You never took off your wedding ring, even when you were telling me you hated me. You’ve opened up to me more than once. You’ve trusted me to keep you safe, and you’ve forgiven me for mistakes I’ve made, and I’ve done the same for you.”

She pulled at the ring on her finger, trying to remove it. “You can believe what you want to believe, but it’s not true. It was just about sex and anger, and then we became friends with benefits. That’s it.”

He caught hold of her left hand and held it between his, before she could take off the wedding band. “You didn’t even want to admit you wanted me, back when we first realised we still needed each other. Even when you were halfway to coming. Is it gonna be the same now?”

She snorted, but didn’t try to yank her hand free from his. “What, you think you’re gonna fuck a confession of love out of me? It’s not the same thing, Weller.”

“Is that what it’s gonna take?” He couldn’t pretend he was surprised. They’d resolved so many of their other issues through arguing their way into sex. Why would this be any different?

Her jaw trembled before she firmed it, glaring at him. “No, because it won’t work. It’s not true.”

With anyone else, he’d take that as their final answer. A rejection that he’d have to accept and move on from. But with Remi, things had never been straightforward and simple.

She tested him at every turn, refusing to take anything he said at face value, and this thing with the ZIP was likely a part of it. He wanted to believe that was all it was—a manipulation, a shock tactic designed to scare him into laying all his cards on the table—but his gut told him otherwise.

She would never have risked him saying yes to her offer to ‘become Jane again’ if she hadn’t been prepared to accept the consequences. She was too proud to back down from something she’d said she’d do. And that meant that she really was at a desperate end point, unable to find a way to move forward from the ruins they’d left of her pre-ZIP life.

Kurt needed her to see that he could help her find the path, if she’d only trust herself to walk it. But first, she had to know he wasn’t going anywhere, that he wasn’t just settling for a doppelgänger until he decided to stop clinging to Jane’s memory.

And they both had to be clear where they stood with each other.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me.”

Remi stared at him, for a moment seeming completely taken aback. Then her protective bravado and anger kicked in. “You say ‘jump’, I say ‘how high’? No!”

Even as he understood her reasons for refusing—knew she was just trying to protect herself—her words still stung.

“I love you, Remi.” He shrugged, standing straighter as he laid out his challenge. “If you don’t feel the same way, I need to know. So come on—break my heart.”

God, this is going to hurt.

He believed that she loved him. But whether she’d ever admit it to herself, let alone to him, was another story entirely.

#broken wings #damaged goods #reller #blindspot #blindspot fanfic #canon divergence #really hope this posts coherently #the post editor is weird today

[rookthorne]

💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕

thank you so much for this, my sweet Remi - I feel like we, as content creators, should be more proud of our works. this is a really good way to share that. 🥹

I go a little bit heavy, so this is a TW for depression and in depth talk of my reasonings, etc.

— 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐫

it's no secret that I put my whole heart and soul into my writing, but this time... this time I put my pain into it, too. I was going through hell both online, and in my personal life. I had no way of knowing what would happen or whether I would end up hospitalised from the stress.

the pain manifested in such a vicious depression and I didn't see a way of how to lessen the pain, so I picked up my laptop after @smutconnoisseur sent me a song, and then, Viking!Bucky came to the forefront. originally, this fic was twice as bloody and twice as gory. I even entertained the thought of making this like my 2022 Whumptober fics, and killing off either Bear, or Mouse.

I could not do it. I couldn't. and that is how it ended. I am proud of myself for manifesting the pain into something that resonated with a lot of people - I have had friends and strangers' message me and comment that they felt my pain, and that it was turned into something so emotive that... that I helped them, whether it was to cope with something, or just in general.

Fury of a Berserkir will always be special to me, not for what caused it, but for what followed.

— 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

this fic was wild - I was so scared because it had several new elements that I had never written before. sure, I had read them and such, but I had never attempted to write them myself.

I learnt a lot about heavier kinks from those that supported me and encouraged me, and not to mention, I got to be a little more self-indulgent than I would have been normally.

all around, this fic is just important to me because of the experiences I had while I brainstormed and researched - I have the best hype squad.

— 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

I had honestly never, ever really seen a fic where the roles were reversed as I had dreamt of, and naturally, I don't do shit by halves.

reversing the roles was one hell of a choice and one hell of an interesting experience. I got to exercise my thoughts (and thots) of being a domme orientated switch, and I got to revel in my obsession for my multiverse-esque approach to my AUs.

overall, this fic was literally and only self-indulgent because I wanted to make something new, something I had not seen before. Bucky was always the Mafia Boss, he was always the one in charge, it was never her.

— 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

I am just fucking feral over this fic. it has literally my dream way of being fucked and who doesn't love making Bucky so desperate he has to beg?

— 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧

like the above, it is literally just a dream way of being fucked. and I am not sorry for being so blunt because ya girl can't tell a lie! 🤣

#rookthorne responds #Remi 🖤 #about me

[clodsiremom]

Some time has passed since your adventure across time and space. 

Today, a letter finds you. This letter isn’t delivered by the postal carrier that you usually expect: you would be met at the front door of your dwelling by a young man dressed in white, a hat on top of his head, and a professional, kind smile on his face. Having to sign for a simple letter seems odd, but the courier assures that ‘this is standard protocol for us.’

A white envelope stamped with the familiar golden trident of the Aether Foundation is in your hands. Inside of it is a letter written with extraordinarily neat penmanship. 

Ms. Rika,

I hope this letter finds you well, and that you are recovering from our expedition from the comfort of your own home. 

In the coming days, myself and the Aether Foundation will likely be in the international news regarding our ‘strangely timed’ decision to sever certain partnerships with fellow giants in our shared industry. Do not be alarmed by this. It is a direct response to harrowing usage of my intellectual property in another time, and another place. I, and the entirety of my team, will not allow Aether technology to cause harm to people, or Pokemon, neither by our hands, or the hands of our competitors. You may sleep soundly knowing that our collective actions will prevent an apocalypse of that magnitude happening in our home.

From my mind to yours: I wish to personally thank you for your involvement, and the tireless effort that you put into destroying Archeus. It has left a lasting impression on me, as I am sure it has with the rest of our team.

Several of the partners that we relocated from Area Zero are currently being rehabilitated in the Aether Conservation Area. We are currently zoning an area strictly for our iron partners, so that they may receive enrichment and resources whenever they need.

The Aether Foundation is dedicated to improving the relationship between people, Pokémon, and technology. Consider myself, and my foundation, as a permanent ally, and useful resource for anything that you may need. I highly encourage you to take advantage of these resources whenever necessary.

Lastly, you are cordially invited to the Aether Paradise on a later date, to be honored for your duty, for defending life as we know it, and for instilling a bright new belief in humanity– for me.

Thank you.

Do not hesitate to contact me. Attached to this letter is my business contact, and personal contact. I request that you keep it to yourself.

-President Lusamine Delacroix

At the bottom corner of the letter is a large, strange blotch of ink. A thumb print, maybe? Upon further investigation, it seems to have been left by the tip of the tail of a serpentine creature, who also wanted to sign the note.

Rika signs for the letter, the mark of the Aether Foundation shimmers on it. She thanks the courier and returns into her apartment to read it. Perched on the counter of her kitchen and swinging her legs.

She giggles at the ink blotch at the bottom and turns it around to show Ferenze, who had slowly started remembering things.

"Look, Boba says hello."

She sets the envelope aside and pins the letter itself to a cork board she has hung on the wall. It's nestled between photos of Beebee, her colleagues and friends of the Elite Four, notably including a picture of a sobbing Hassel, notes sent from Remy, and a picture of her and Terra. Oddly enough, the camera was able to capture both of them and not get all wonky in development.

"Should've got a picture of you and your friends, Ferenze. Maybe I'll get it at this meeting, that is if everyone shows up."

She takes a moment to put Lusamine's contact in her phone and sends a greeting text.

[txt] It's Rika, Duo. I received your letter and look forward to getting to visit Aether Paradise. Please reach out if you need anything from me as well, as I still hold my Elite Four position in Paldea. Tell Boba Ferenze and I said hello.

The Iron Nine spreads his tails apart happily.

#;;answered #az dive 3 #paradox pokemon : iron nine : ferenze

[maxislvt]

HAPPY NEW YEARS

I feel like I'm the only person in the CST time zone so this may seem rushed but I swear I have like 2 hours left before the new yearrr so here's some thanks and messages to some people I really lovee

@lizziesnosescrunch you're just a wonderful person and I love you so much! talking to you feels amazing and i hope you have an amazing next year and get all the breaks you can !!

@themidnightcrimson Tumblr makes all your notifications lighter like we are mutuals but I don't remember you following me so if we actually aren't and I've just embarrassed myself, do NOT tell me! either way I love all your fics and you deserve a lot of happy new year wishes because you're very sweet

@cthulhus-curse remi you're the first marvel blog I followed when I got back into it! your stuff definitely inspired me to try writing for this fandom and sharing ideas with you has been really fun!! sorry you follow three separate accounts that I run and are subjected to triple the bullshit

@imdoingsortagay bullying you in remi's discord server is really fun but most importantly I like discussing fic ideas with you. especially defected!nat and all her little Lego adventures 🫶🏾

@our-blood-is-our-ink Im pretty sure we've only been mutuals for like 3 days but you got me into glass onion which is worthy of praise in itself and I really like your clarie/Agatha/reader concepts they're actually adorable!!!

@cultofelizabetholsen I really really enjoyed your ex on the beach request and I'm so glad you trusted me with it and I can't wait to pick it back up again next year!!!

@xxxtwilightaxelxxx we haven't interacted much at all, but I know if I post something you'll be there to reblog it with some really encouraging words in the tags or right under it !!!

@gayerthanevertbh you are my number supplier of nat content and Tasha Bear plagues every other thought that I have!!! I'm forever grateful for that and you deserve the entire world.

ALSO SHOUT-OUT AND HAPPY NEW YEARS RO EVERYONE IN REMI'S DISCORD!! I MAY HAVE PUT YOU IN HORNY JAIL, SUBJECTED YOU TO UNWARRANTED AUTISM DIAGNOSIS, AND OUTRA POCKET BULLYING BUT I LOVE YALLL 🫶🏾🫶🏾

🧠 AND ANOTHER ONE TO ALL THE OTHER WRITERS IM MOOTS WITH BUT HAVEN'T TAGGED BECAUSE WE PROBABLY DON'T INTERACT MUCH AND IM TOO NERVOUS TO TAG YOU! HOPE WE CAN CHANGE IT NEXT YEAR 🧠

#panther's homies

[skzinka]

📦 ... ⃕ INKA'S RELATIONSHIPS OUTSIDE SKZ !

LUA of ATEEZ !

if you ask inka to entrust her life to someone, she will give it to lua without hesitation. lua is without hesitation the person inka trusts the most, and the one who knows her the most. they say the moon and the sun can't get along? FAKE! these two are living proof. despite their differences, the two girls complement each other and never cease to impress their audience with their many talents. they are not best friends for nothing!

CHOI YENA !

they are probably twins separated at birth if we believe the many common points that bring them together. skateboarding, reading, video games... each activity resembles them and makes them an extraordinary duo for everything. inka identifies herself a lot in yena, and vice versa. they've known each other for so long that inka can't remember exactly when, but it doesn't matter because their friendship only grows stronger and indestructible. they are always there for each other and each know their biggest secrets.

ITZY !

how to explain that, introducing an extrovert, to a whole group of introverts, will lead to chaos? this is what happened when inka met the members of itzy. inka stays with ryujin so much, that the kids often have to go find her in their training room. inka owes them a lot because they were a huge support during her debut, always ready to encourage her even when everything seemed impossible.

TWICE !

being in the same agency as twice, was an honor for inka. she? among all these legends? it was almost too good to be true. inka still remembers the first time momo talked to her — she thought she was going to faint. they spend a lot of time together, and tend to train together when their schedule allows them. inka is one of their biggest fan and does not hesitate to let it know. the admiration she has for the girls is indescribable, and she still can't believe they're good friends now. she stays closer to momo, nayeon, and tzuyu, though she gets along really great with the rest of the girls.

THE BOYZ !

as expected from our social butterfly, inka quickly got along with the boyz's members. even though "kingdom" was supposed to be a competition to pit idols against each other, the latter was rather a huge outing with friends. from training with changmin and juyeon, to chatting all night long with eric and sunwoo, passing by watching videos on youtube with chanhee and hyunjae, we could have easily thought that the kids were replaced by the boyz.

YEONJUN of TXT !

if i say tom & jerry, you know what im talking about, right? this is totally how the friendship between yeojun and inka works. put them both alone in a room, they will spend all their time bickering and teasing each other. but they couldn't live without each other. they spend their time complaining about their younger members who call them old.

REMI of NEVERLAND !

since inka shared a stage with euni, she and remi kept in touch. and after long conversations and improvised outings as soon as possible, they became very close to the point of confiding intimate things to each other. their favorite activity? go to the ice rink after discovering new dishes. they did it once during the winter, and it became like a ritual between them — a way for them to be sure not to lose contact because of their busy lifestyle.

CHUU of LOONA !

a very unexpected friendship, for a completely random meeting. but what do you want... jiwoo is way too cute, how could inka have resisted her? inka remembers listening to heart attack for hours and hours without ever getting tired of it. they are part of the 99 line, and clearly make the animation in their gc. they're really close and call each other on the phone at least once a week.

YUCHAN of A.C.E !

their friendship was pure coincidence, and to be honest, inka would never have thought that one day he would be able to count yuchan among his friends. despite this, the two very quickly became close thanks to their endless sociability. yuchan never misses an opportunity to support inka in everything she does, just like her big brother. that's why inka considers yuchan as a brother, because she reminds him of the one she left in thailand. he is always there for her, and so is she.

ADDITIONAL NOTE !

remember our stray kids girl is a social butterfly, so her friends's circle is much bigger than that. she tries her best to keep in touch with her friends from thailand, and does everything possible to support every friend she has made during her trainee days. our sunshine is always there for those she loves !

✧⠁taglist : @writerblock-sucks

#skz #stray kids #skz 9th member #stray kids 9th member #skz addition #stray kids addition #skz oc #stray kids oc #skz extra member #stray kids extra member #skz female member #stray kids female member #skz female oc #stray kids female oc #skz female addition #stray kids female addition #skz ninth member #stray kids ninth member #skz added member #stray kids added member #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop extra member #kpop female oc #kpop oc #kpop stray kids #kpop skz #kpop female addition

[ephemerastardust]

[DCBTV2022] Art for Cadence in Bonding

Link to fic

I was paired with ThursdaysWithCastiel (Remy) in DCBTV with the song Wildest Dreams.

- Banner -

I planned a sunset at a lake scene as the banner at the beginning when I didn’t know much about the fic. When the whole picture of the fic became clearer and clearer to me, I decided to change the banner to these small items which are meaningful and precious to Dean and Cas.

I was so happy with the result of the banner :D It’s the first time I draw these items and I was nervous but it turns out the pie looks good to me hhh❤️ and even happier when I knew it was written as a scene in the fic 😭 Like I didn’t plan it as a scene but Remy’s paragraph gave life to it 😭

- Proposal -

I always wanted to draw Dean proposes to Cas (I had sketches in post canon setting sitting in my draft deck for so long hhh). Thank Remy for giving me this chance to draw this proposal scene! It’s on a national live show in outdoor daylight so I decided to go with sunrise, which might not be realistic enough but I was obsessed with the idea of the ring shining in the rising sun :D

- Sunset -

The lake scene was a very simple draft with a sunset sky, a plain lake, and their silhouettes when I first planned it as the banner. After I decided to change the banner, Remy told me it can still fit in the fic, so I turned it into a stand-alone art piece. They are still silhouettes but I added many more environmental elements - the dock, trees, weeds, and mountains. I wish it depicts the warm and soft feeling filling my heart whenever I think about the ending of the fic - full of peace, happiness, and love.

(*squinting* is there a rule that artist should not explain/interpret their art?)

- To my author, fellow artists, and mods -

I want to say thank you to Remy. She is so supportive and the experience of working creatively with her is so enjoyable. As in this bang the authors were paired with artists from the beginning (rather than artists drawing stories already written), I put a lot of my own imagination and ideas into the art pieces before the fic writing reached those parts with full details, and Remy acknowledged and accepted them and even wrote to them, which I sincerely appreciate from the deep of my heart. The story in the fic between these two is filled with longing, wanting, and unwavering love. All the pain and angst lead to their happy ending.

I want to say thank you to all my amazing fellow artists, who provided me helpful feedback and heart-warming encouragement, I am so happy to be in the same event with you!

And to all mods who put a lot of time and effort into this bang, thank you so much for making this amazing event happen and giving me such an enjoyable experience!

(I know I said this once but again :D)

You can find more of my art on Twitter or Instagram. Hope you enjoy the fic and art!

#destiel #deancas #casdean #fanart #destiel fanart #spn fanart #illustration #digital art #dcbtv #deancas bang (taylor's version) #dcbtv 2022

[naminethewriter]

Even more writing asks!

What is your favorite Sanders Sides dynamic to write? Is there a character that is easiest for you to write? One that is more difficult than the others? Is there a character you haven't written yet (such as the Vine characters or anyone from Cartoon Therapy?) that you really want to?

How much worldbuilding did you do for Brothers and Secrets? I loved the, like. Modern supernatural aspects to it. What other sorts of supernatural creatures exist in the world? I assume it's not common knowledge amongst the normie humans, so how difficult is it for the supernatural to stay hidden? How and when did Logan reveal everything to Remus?

Man, have I put off answering this for a long time 😅 But lets see:

Favorite dynamic - Uhh, not sure but probably Janus and Remus? Especially when they know each other so well and bounce of off each other constantly. With Janus encouraging Remus to be himself and Remus supporting Janus in turn 🥰 It works both platonically and romantically.

Character easy to write - Well, they all have their challenges but I like writing Janus the most probably, because his sarcasm is just very fun to do 💛

Characters I haven't written yet - Elliot, definitely. At least I don't think I've written them yet 😅 But I do love them, which is why I mentioned them in Brothers and Secrets.

Speaking of Brothers and Secrets, the worldbuilding is not all that solid actually. I wanted to write a Vampire fic finally, but I didn't think too much about how they work in advance and including Emile as a dryad was mostly an excuse to have Remy want to get rid of the house 😅

As for other creatures, I haven't settled on anything but mermaids, sirens and selkies are most definitely included, as are other nature spirits like the dryads. If I revisit that universe, I might add more.

Yes, most normal humans know nothing about the supernatural but that is mostly because they don't want to. If they truly want to prove it, they could find it with some persistence but sharing hard proof around would not be permitted by most supernatural creatures. If such things happen, witches like Janus take care of it. If you have enough witches, they can basically erase anything they want, even the memories of all of human kind. It's not in their nature to do so just for the hell of it though, so gathering enough witches to try and take over the world is basically impossible.

And Logan didn't have to reveal anything to Remus. Remus had always believed in the supernatural and done some research. It's how he found that club in Liechtenstein that was said to be a popular hangout spot for the supernatural. There he met Lucas, they had a one night stand and the next morning, he ran into Logan in the kitchen. Lucas hadn't hidden that he's a vampire from Remus and it was a big reason why the hooked up.

Thank you again for all the asks, Kye, even if it took me a long while to answer this one 🤭💙

#ask answered #brothers and secrets #lore dump #kinda #thank you again so much kye! #I love answering these #I just forgot about it for a while there #also struggling with writer's block #you know the drill