#the same week he accidentally learned how to fly

[faeriekit]

I’m writing this only to excise this from my body.

TIM (& DICK) ACCIDENTALLY START THE BATFAM AU!!!

So. Recently dropped out from college, kicked out of Wayne Manor, and fast tracked through police training Officer Grayson is having a real fucking shit time at the precinct. No one respects him or his deductions or his opinions. Everything sucks ass. His most familiar and longest-living support structure was ripped out from underneath him, he’s broken up and no-contact with anyone he’s ever dated, his Blüdhaven apartment is awful and full of black mold and there’s never enough food to sustain him, his creation of his Nightwing persona is slow-going and the public is reluctant to catch on, there’s a kid hiding under his bed, his partner thinks he’s a total nepo baby even though he has no money and no contacts, and—

There’s a what.

Dick double checks under his bed. Yerp. Sure enough, just hanging out, is a black-haired kid with a raggedy coat and a backpack, just peering back out at him with his big ‘ol eyes.

“What the fuck,” says Dick, before remembering not to swear in front of kids. “...freak.”

The kid scrunches his nose.

Dick doesn’t kick the kid out because, fuck, it’s cold out in November and at least his shitty apartment has heating, but he does tell the kid that this ain’t cool and that if he wasn’t literally in the cops to take most of them down, he wouldn’t let this fly at all. In the morning, the kid skedaddles, and Dick assumes that is that.

Except he’s here the next day.

“What the fuck,” Dick repeats, and commits to the swearing this time.

In the mean time, Tim already knows what swearing is and Is On The Fucking Lamb.

His parents were murdered in their bed on their one week in Gotham for the season, and escaping the same fate had been a lot of sneaking out of the house and hitching a ride on the Gotham city bus and laying low on the streets for the week, keeping only his most important photos, his camera, and a spare set of clothes on him at all times. There had been warnings of upset in the company that Tim had overheard, but he hadn’t expected this. With no safety in Gotham, no money, no food, and no one he knew personally, Tim was Very content with his plan of hiding out under Robin’s (ex-Robin’s?) bed until the murderers are appropriately found. The company can’t be bought, traded, or sold until Tim’s found dead, after all.

So. With a motivation to avoid getting murdered, Tim very rudely ignores Dick Grayson’s attempts to keep him out of his apartment with strategic uses of puppy eyes, lockpicks, and general knowledge of exploits in electronic locks.

“Little monster,” Dick warns, even as he has a plate for Tim in the hand opposite his own, “You can’t hide under my bed forever.”

Tim ducks back further under the frame. Yes he can!!!

It devolves into day-to-day shenanigans from there. Tim never speaks since he knows his Bristol accent is recognizable. Dick suddenly has to juggle his day job, Nightwing, and stopping this little kid with a camera from crawling around this crusty and crime-riddled city all night, just so the squirt can dart into the precinct in the morning with entirely inadmissible evidence of wrongdoing?? JUST managing the baby is part-time job. Fuck. Dick is buying double groceries now. He might actually learn how to cook more than ramen-with-egg.

It’s good that Dick has mastered some kind of weird almost-parent bullshit with the little monster, because overnight one kid under his bed turns into two.

“What the fuck,” says Dick. He tries to reach under his bed, and the new kid tries to get him with a knife. “What?? The fuck??”

“Back off! The shrimp was here first!!” the new kid growls, his street accent thickly prominent.

“This is literally my apartment?!”

“So what? What’re you going to do, call the cops to this shithole?”

“…I’m a cop?!”

Anyway. This new kid is deeply protective of the little monster, and his name is Jay something-something, mind your own fucking business, and Dick’s a little bit grateful because now at least the ten-year-old-monster has backup when he starts darting around town and also is wondering why it’s suddenly his fucking problem that he has to feed two kids he is not related to, and also apparently bailing them out at work when two not-even-pubescent kids get caught breaking and entering at seemingly random places in Bludhaven.

“Fuck off,” says Jay, to a cop, while the more silent kid is busy trying to get a look at evidence on cop desks. Dick watches from his own desk in silent horror.

“Is this yours?” asks Dick’s haggard partner.

“…Sure,” says Dick, to Jay’s clear surprise and suspicion. The monster beams with all of his adorable and also entirely fake innocence, the little shit. Dick bails them out, and then they all have lima beans for dinner as punishment for getting caught. I mean doing illegal things. (I mean getting caught.)

And then Bruce asks if Dick is coming home for Hanukkah.

Dick does not want to come back for Hanukkah.

…But the leftovers would feed the kids, actually. And it’s good food. And free. Maybe he can go for one night and not kill Bruce.

Spoiler: Dick cannot go for one night and not kill Bruce. Dick stomps to the other end of the house, texts Alfred an apology, and makes it all the way back to his car in order to drive home. Dick is on the parkway and on his way back to Bludhaven by the time that the tiny assassin in his car tries to Get Him.

They tussle. Dick only wins because he is An Adult and the assassin is, like, four foot nine.

Anyway. Cass is driven home in an improvised belt-and-dress-shirt restraint and cannot live under the bed, as she has to receive lice treatment. She stays because there is food and also other kids her age.

“Where are you getting all these kids?” Dick’s work partner asks, which is a fair question.

“…Cousins,” Dick lies.

“They live at your place.”

“Until their moms get sober again, yeah, probably,” Dick says, banking on the fact that he looks ethnic enough that no one will question the blatant reference to substance abuse or the basically-still-a-kid raising kids.

No one questions him.

He’s kind of disappointed in them about that.

Jay drops a reference to Crime Alley about this point. “You’re from Gotham?” Dick asks, perplexed. “Then why are you here?? This place sucks ass.”

“I’m in hiding. Duh.”

“From who??” Dick is fully prepared to go Nightwing on someone’s ass.

“Batman,” Jay says, severely. “I stole his tires. And then I hit him with a tire iron.”

Dick gapes. Monster gasps. Cass doesn’t get it, and takes a good heaping of spaghetti off the monster’s plate while he freaks out.

Much cute domestic shenanigans, and then it all goes to shit when the party is crashed by an assassin, who has been paid reasonable amounts of money to kill Timothy Jackson Drake.

Fighting ensues. Jay, who had known everything But the fact that Dick was Nightwing, freaks the fuck out.

"YOU?!"

"Yeah," Dick says, sheepishly, putting the escrima stick back in his pocket. "Uh. Whoops?"

"BUT YOU'RE A COP?!"

"I'm harboring you all, aren't I?" Dick points out, and rightfully so. "Cops do illegal stuff all the time. I literally got you out of trouble for your little B&E adventure in the inner city warehouses last week. If you weren’t fake related to a cop, you’d be in juvie right now for repeat offenses."

Jay, who was pretending that didn't happen and whose face is a bright scarlet, changes the topic. "Why didn't you tell us you were a fucking vigilante, then?? You should have said something?"

Dick points to the under-the-bed monster who has been squatting in his apartment since last year for that exact reason and the mostly mute mini assassin, both of whom had already known this information and said nothing. “I assumed they told you tbh.”

Jay stomps away.

Unfortunately, Tim's plan of hiding in Dick's apartment is no longer safe, and now everyone has to haul ass to move somewhere more secure.

This means needing more money.

This means needing somewhere to hide until a new place can be secured.

…Shit. This means playing nice with Bruce and asking for favors.

Dick does not want to play nice and ask for favors.

…Dick looks at the kid who’s depending on him to protect him from assassination, another orphan with nowhere else to go, and a girl who underwent abusive training and who’s never known a safe space apart from them.

Dick is going to have to get his shit together.

And he will hate it the whole fucking time.

Everyone piles into his early 2000s toyota something and off they drive, one bag each, to the house with the guy who never quite adopted Dick into his family and probably never wants to see him again, based on how literally every time Dick tries to spend time with him, Bruce can’t help but push on every one of his fucking buttons.

From there it’s a slow-churning reconciliation arc, baby! Bruce learns how to actually communicate with his kid, finds out that having the kids around improves his quality of life by 200%, and Alfred gets an early plural grandkid arc. Dick struggles not to take shit personally while they solve the deaths of the Drakes, Tim breaks his leg falling off of a place he Should Not have been, and Jason continues to learn that protecting others isn’t the same as genuine vulnerability and intimacy, and that he has value, and Cass learns that although she hates killing, she loves fighting, and using that for good isn’t bad.

Reasons I will never write this fic:

Too long!! I would never get it done in a reasonable time frame, and I can’t commit right now.

I actually…writing mysteries bores me. Sometimes actual mysteries bore me. I couldn’t execute this the way I would want it to be read. I’d give up. (Or, you know, I technically already have?)

In-betweens between the action scenes are too vague. They’re not solid in my head in the way I would want them to be if I was writing this.

This entire fic was premised under the basis of Dick looking under his bed and finding a twelve year old Tim Drake. I wanted some good old fashioned Tim & Dick bonding that wasn’t Red Hood based, since it’s still one of the most prominent tropes in their ‘&’ relationship tag.

Want to use any of this…? Go nuts. Or don’t. This has been exorcised from my body. I am now free.

#dc #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #cass cain #dcu #Bruce Wayne (derogatory) #free to a good home

[such-expensive-mistakes]

halfa!Steph AU (part 1)

I'm still working on the Superpham AU but I couldn't stop thinking about this idea.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she could be a hero. And then she died. She died slowly and painfully and steeped in guilt over having accidentally set off a gang war that destroyed the city. It's a neat little story about hubris and knowing your place and why Batman is always right.

Except she didn't. Die, that is. She flatlined on the operating table and Leslie faked her death. And when that girl came back, she put on a costume again and became the third Batgirl. It's a heartwarming story about stubbornness and learning to rely on others and proving Batman wrong.

The truth, Stephanie thinks, is somewhere in between.

When she talks about having died, people treat as— not as a joke, the pain is still too raw for that, but as an exaggeration. Dramatic license.

Sometimes Steph thinks that's all it is.  But she feels like she died.  She dreams about it sometimes.  Not just Black Mask, although he does haunt far too many of her dreams, but something else.  Something in-between.

It's probably just the trauma.  That's what Leslie says, when Stephanie finally asks her.

Stephanie doesn't ask Leslie about her newfound strength, or about how sharp her senses have become.  

You can't go through something like Stephanie did and come out unchanged.  That's what Babs says, and she would know.  Steph doesn't think they're thinking about the same kind of changes, though.

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Stephanie lands on a rooftop and looks down at the white van parked below.  It's not a particularly notable vehicle, except for the occupants.  

"What are they doing?" Steph asks.

"I don't know."  Babs sounds frustrated, and no wonder.  There aren't many people who can keep Oracle out of their systems, and Steph wouldn't have judged these guys to be among their ranks.  "I'll keep trying to get through their firewalls, but I'm flying blind here.  Keep an eye on them, but be careful."

"You know me," Steph says.  "Careful is my middle name."

Babs doesn't even bother to muster up a sarcastic response to that, which is how Steph knows she's preoccupied.

These guys have been running all over Gotham for the past few weeks.  They're dressed in immaculate white suits and carrying unfamiliar weapons, and they seem to be taking some kind of readings on unfamiliar instruments.  None of that is a crime, but it's suspicious, and Oracle's inability to find out any more about them is even more suspicious.

And that means they're officially Steph's problem.

The men are doing the same thing they've been doing the last few times Steph has watched them.  It's not particularly exciting.  

"Batgirl," Oracle says.

"Please tell me there's a robbery or something that needs my attention," Steph replies.  "These guys are so boring."

"Sorry.  Do you think you can get one of their gadgets for me?  I want a better look."

"Can do, boss."  

Stephanie carefully climbs down to street level, staying out of sight.  She's gotten a lot sneakier since her not-death.  She tells herself it's all of her training and practice, finally paying off, but regardless of the cause, the guys in white have no chance of spotting her.  

They're standing near the front of the van, arguing about something.

"The apparition was spotted here last night," one says.

"That doesn't mean it's going to return!" another responds. 

Sounds like they're looking for something in particular.  Which Steph and Babs had already guessed, but it's nice to have confirmation.

Steph slips toward the back of the van, which is wide open.  Not smart, especially in Gotham, but she's got a feeling these guys aren't from Gotham.  

The inside of their van reminds her of a sci-fi movie; everything is blindingly white and chrome, with glowing green accents.  And lots and lots of those weapons.  Whoever they are, they clearly have a nice sized budget.

Steph grabs one of the guns and a handheld instrument like the one the guys outside are waving around, but as soon as she does, all the instruments the guys in front of the van are holding start going wild.  

"There it is!" one of them yells.  They all start shooting at her, which is how Steph learns that they're using some kind of fancy laser guns.  Because regular guns just aren't space age enough for these guys.

That's Steph's cue to get out.  She grapples back to the rooftop, just barely avoiding getting hit by the laser guns.

It’s easy enough to lose them from the rooftops.  At Oracle’s direction, she makes her way back to Firewall.  She tugs her mask off and hands the stolen tech over to Babs.

“The’re looking for something,” she says.  “An apparition.”

Babs hums in acknowledgment.  “Hopefully these will have some answers.”  She switches on the— scanner?  Steph’s pretty sure that’s its function, anyway.  It starts beeping wildly.

Steph jumps back, startled.  The beeping stops.

“Well,” Babs says.  “I think we have an idea what they were looking for.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #stephanie brown #halfa steph au

[draeisgrayte]

Hot and Tasty| Kyojuro Rengoku

Synopsis: Your best friend introduces you to one of her friends since you’re introverted and don’t get out much. The two of you hit it off and come to find out, this new friend is a lot closer to your heart than you previously thought. 

Warning/contains: cam!boy rengoku, blowjob, mature content, mature language, oral sex, fem and male receiving, maybe a little crush, vibrator on male, slight angst

word count: 7.4K

a/n: i’m finally back, thank goodness. Finals week and then Tears of the Kingdom took over my life. This fic is a small idea I had thinking about Rengoku’s moobies. Like how nice would it be for him to stream with those? Fr, he’d be the type to not understand why he got all the hype. So I dedicate this fic to Kyojuro’s perfect pectorals. 

If there was one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were a visual person. You learned better visually, vision was your favorite sense. You used it constantly in your line of work, watching how people interact with one another, shows, and how words could come together to form a story. You wrote and you were damn good at it. Though, books hadn’t been flying off the shelves as you had hoped. So you used your skills of being an introvert and lack of a care to create a streaming channel. Fans suddenly started flocking to you and your following grew and grew until it was apparent you could make some good money off of this. You could combine your passion with something you were good at and get paid for it. 

So yeah, visuals made you pretty happy. So happy that even when you touched yourself you couldn’t do so without watching someone else enjoy themselves. Though you couldn’t think about that right now because you were supposed to be meeting up with your close friend Kanroji. She had invited you out to lunch last night and who were you to decline the loveable best friend you’d had for many years now? She’d even offered to pay for your food since she knew times were a little tough for you at the moment. You couldn’t tell her that you’d had a drunk night and accidentally (on purpose) made a big donation to a streamer you watched often. She’d start to ask questions and those questions would lead down a harsh road of embarrassment for you. It’s then that you feel your phone buzz almost as if you’d summoned Kanroji.

Kan_deez_nutsfitinyourmouth 

Great news! A friend I haven’t seen in a while is going to meet us there. He told me he just got a huge bonus from work so he’ll treat us to lunch! I can’t wait for you both to meet each other! I hope this is okay. ~11:37am

You read over the text for a few moments before thinking about what Kanroji’s friend would look like. She had a multitude of friends and they came in all different shapes and sizes. Surprisingly she thought of you as her best friend, out of everyone she was friends with she chose you. It meant a lot to you and even though it was narcissistic, being favored by Kanroji Mitsuri made you feel better about yourself. What if she liked this other friend more? That was something you couldn’t let happen. You’d have to make sure Kanroji didn’t abandon you. This fear was probably irrational and you might need to see a therapist about it. You shrug it off and move off your plush bed. You needed to find something nice to wear because you couldn’t show up wearing the same outfit you’d been in for the last 3 days or so. This old friend had to know you meant business. You decide on a short green floral dress that has a stretchy bust to help contain the gravity sacks. The skirt of the dress fell nicely around your stomach and covered enough of your thighs that you didn’t feel super insecure about them. You once yourself over in the mirror leaning against your wall. You looked cute, cute enough to kill. Which you were willing to do if it meant keeping Kanroji to yourself. You slip into some comfortable off-brand white tennis shoes and glance at your phone for the time. It was nearly noon, you should probably start the short journey to the quaint restaurant. 

You arrive a little past noon and spot Kanroji seated near the window. Your eyes instantly track the man sitting across from her. He has long blonde hair with red tips. It falls past his shoulders in spiky waves. His shoulders are…incredibly broad, and muscular, and you find yourself staring at the lines of his muscles through his shirt for longer than you would like to admit. You move shyly toward the pair and before you can appear fully in front of them Kanroji notices you. Her face lights up with an excited smile as she waves you over.

“Y/n you made it!” She beams. The man slowly turns and then he abruptly stands up. You slightly jump at the sudden movement but watch as he bows his head and then extends his hand. You look between his massive hand and his bright red and yellow eyes. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n, my name is Kyojuro.” His eyes seem to glow as he grins warmly at you. You take his hand in yours and shake it. A pull of electricity courses through you once your skin makes contact with his. He motions for you to sit next to him with a friendly smile. You accept only because he smelt like delicious food and maybe expensive cologne. He wore a fitted black tee paired with simple blue jeans. You don’t know how he did it, but somehow he looked incredibly good-looking. Maybe it was because he was just that good-looking. How the hell were you supposed to feel confident when you sat next to two beautiful people?

Rengoku was nervous. He’d never seen someone as effortlessly breathtaking as you. He’d never known love before, but he was starting to understand what the phrase love at first sight meant. You were meadows kissed by the sun. You were birds soaring in the sky. You were melodies played by a symphony. Kanroji should’ve warned him that you were more than his type, you were perfect. Rengoku sends a glare toward Kanroji, who smirks his look off and turns her attention to you. 

“So what have you been up to this fine morning y/n?” Kanroji inquires. You glance at the man next to you who doesn’t seem too interested in the conversation, so you decide to tell the truth. 

“Well, I woke up pretty late, but once I cooked myself a nice breakfast I was pretty pumped to get some work done.” You reply, fiddling with the skin on your thumb. Kyojuro peers at you with an inquisitive look. 

“What do you do for work?” He asks, his eyes searching your face like they’ll reveal the answer before your mouth does. You smile kindly and gesture to yourself. 

“I’m a self-published author who also likes to stream on Twitch for some extra cash.” His eyes light up like a fire. 

“I like to stream too.” He exclaims. You feel your heart soar. For a moment you thought Kyojuro would ask you the same line of questions everyone else seems to. When will you get a real job?

“Really? What platform do you stream on? Maybe I know it?” You quiz. Kyojuro quickly looks away from you. You furrow your brows and observe a red tinge to his ears. 

“It’s…pretty unheard of. I don’t think you’d know it…” He trails off. Why did the mood change so suddenly? Did you say something wrong? All you wanted to do was support Kyojuro since it felt like the two of you were becoming friends. Anxiety thrums in your chest. Maybe you weren’t as likeable as you had originally thought. Kanroji’s favor had gotten to your head. 

“Well, I have an idea.” Kanroji pipes up, breaking the silence you had inevitably created. You turn to look at her, who had been silent strangely for a while. “Why don’t you both exchange numbers and then Rengoku can send you some of his content when you get to know each other better.” She smiles slyly and Kyojuro shares a strange look with her. He presses his full lips together and lets out a short breath. She pulls out a pad of paper from her bag and passes it to you with a pink pen. “Write down your number. I’m sure Kyojuro will contact you as soon as possible.” She grins, but you can see the mischief in your friend’s green eyes. What was she planning? You scribble down your number and tear out the page it’s on. You hesitate for a moment before sliding it over to Rengoku. His eyes are trained on the piece of paper like it holds the world's secrets. 

“Thank you…” He mumbles softly. You nod your head and look away from him. 

“No problem.” You respond not sure what just happened. You hear Kanroji giggle and look up to find her covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “What is it now?” You ask, frustration dripping from your tone. This only fuels her laughter more. 

“You both are just so…” She shakes her head and gestures to you and Kyojuro. “So cute. We have to hang out more.” 

“We haven’t even ordered our food Mitsuri. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Rengoku glares at her. She gains a shit-eating grin on her face. You stare at the shoes you had slipped on, doubt that you should’ve even came today seeping into your thoughts. Did he not want to hang out with you again? He didn’t owe you anything, but did he have to make it so obvious that he wanted to never do this again?

“Well by all means let’s eat because I’m starving.” She grins and clasps her hands together. You peer up at Kanroji, observing her beautiful hair and sharp face. She was the type of girl that people stopped to stare at. You were always the glance, never the double-take. The small lunch ends with mainly Kyojuro and Kanroji catching up about what they’d been up to lately. You sat watching the two interact, mostly entranced with the way Rengoku’s smile seemingly brightened up the dim restaurant. You wished you could watch his mouth all day. The way he formed words was somehow sexy. His whole face expressing his emotions without a filter or care how others would react to him. Kyojuro was beautiful. A ray of warmth in your somewhat cold life. The time ticked by in an instant, and suddenly you were standing to leave. Kyojuro had left to pay for the food and you stood waiting for Kanroji to gather her things. “So, do you like him?” She suddenly blurts. Kanroji had a sixth sense of matching people together. It was like she was a matchmaker in her past life. She just had these feelings when two people would click together in the type of love you hear about in the fictional world. Your eyes widen at her blatant question. 

“I just met him.” You hiss, narrowing your eyes at the obvious answer. Kanroji on the other hand sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. You weren’t even sure if he liked meeting you. 

“Y/n, I’m not asking if you want to have his children, just a simple ‘Do you think he’s a cool person’? What are your opinions on him at this moment?” She restates. You flush and look away from her prying eyes. 

“I…I mean he’s really cool…” You mutter. You know Kanroji is smirking even without looking at her. You can’t seem to stop the confessions, even though you knew she’d tease you about it later. “I think his smile is the most attractive thing I’ve seen on someone, besides his obvious muscular body. He feels safe, which sounds weird because I’ve only just met him, but I think I’d grow to trust him.” You rant, embarrassed that your mouth won’t seem to close. Kanroji pats you on the shoulder and her sly smirk changes to a smile of compassion and understanding. 

“I’m really glad it seems you want to be friends with him. My little introvert is growing her social circle.” She wipes away a fake tear and you shove her slightly. Her mischievous glow comes back as she pushes you back. “So you do want to have his babies?” She teases. You’re about to object because even if you want to be friends with him that doesn’t mean he wants to be friends with you, but you feel a presence and you know exactly who it has to be.

“Who’s babies?” Kyojuro’s deep voice asks from behind you. Your whole body freezes and then goes warm. Kanroji on the other hand starts to laugh. At times like this, you really hated your best friend. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You grumble and push past the both of them. “I’m leaving.” You don’t wait for either of them, just walk out the door and start the short walk to your apartment. What were you thinking? You got too comfortable with something you didn’t even have. It’s not like Kyojuro would ever look at you like that. You were stupid and… and insecure. Stupidly insecure about your body. What Rengoku lacked in body fat you surely made up for. He probably wanted someone built like himself, able to keep up. You’d just end up slowing him down. You feel a cold coil of anxiety and sorrow wrap around your body. It’s then that someone runs up behind you. You turn around expecting it to be Mitsuri, but Rengoku stands there panting slightly. He was a sight to see. The dimming light of the evening made him glow like an ember. In a way he reminded you of the sunset; once he left you’d be all alone in the dark with only the light from your monitor illuminating your face. He searches your face for some sort of sign that you were displeased. He was worried he’d said something that offended you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to get to know you enough that you might consider becoming intimate with him. He’d never met someone like you and he was damned if he let you go now. 

“Did I say something wrong?” He finally asks. Might as well get to the point. There was no need to dance around what he wanted to ask you. You raise your brows and shake your head slowly. Why would he think that? Was he being serious? Never the less, it wasn’t him who had sent your emotions necessarily into a frenzy. It was the pushiness of your best friend. 

“No Kyojuro, Kanroji just takes her jokes too far sometimes. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that…” You sigh and press your lips together. Kyojuro’s face relaxes and you are blessed with another one of his smiles. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Can I say something weird?” He rubs the back of his neck and looks off to the side. You tilt your head and shrug, but you can’t help the nervous butterflies the creep up to your sternum. You want to shove them down and tell them there’s no place for them here, but you almost enjoy the way they make you feel.

“I don’t have a problem with whatever you want to say. Go ahead.” You reply. He clears his throat and your eyes meet. 

“I’m glad I got to meet you today. You seem really cool and I look forward to getting to know you better.” He mumbles shyly. You can’t help but swoon at the adorable tone of his voice. All your anxietys melt away and are replaced with a steadily beating heart and throbbing lower region. This man had such a hold on you after a few hours of being next to one another. Your face contorts into an idiotic grin.

“Me as well.” You pause and you notice your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t tell if you are nervous talking to someone you want to be friends with… or if it’s the easy attraction you have for him. You decide it’s probably a mixture of both. You also decide to be bold. “Make sure to text me, I want to see your content sometime soon.” You bow your head and go to leave, but before you turn around you catch Rengoku’s face flushing a bright red. Hmm… what an interesting reaction. Maybe…just maybe you should give love another shot. If with anyone, surely Kyojuro would be an excellent choice. 

Kyojuro’s heart was nearly pounding out of his chest as you walked out of his view. He watched you until he couldn’t anymore. He stumbles toward the wall and braces himself against it. He attempts to catch his breath and places a hand over his heart. How was he supposed to show such an innocent person the type of content he made…? He couldn’t possibly share his deepest darkest secret with you. You would surely leave him behind if you learned of it. Maybe it was time for him to branch out into the gaming genre so he’d have something to show you. 

You got home around 5:30. It didn’t seem like you’d stayed out that long, but here you were nearly 5 hours later finally getting home. You’d somehow made a new friend. This was huge. A momentous occasion. You should celebrate. You look down at your phone and then remember the pounding of your heart earlier. You knew an excellent way to relieve some stress.

It’s not long before you’re in your room propped up on your bed. You grab your laptop from your bedside table and place it on a pillow in front of you. You type in the URL of one of your favorite sites. A horny smile curls the corners of your lips upwards as you search for one of your favored content creators. Yoro was a hunky man, with huge pecs. You could only imagine what they must feel like. His content was very straightforward, but he specialized in role-play, pillow talk, and was famous for his incredible whimpering. It…did things to a person. He always had his hair tied back into a low ponytail, so it had to be long. You wonder how much he’d beg for you if you pulled his hair…Needless to say, this man had you wrapped around his finger. If you ever got the chance to meet him… goodness you don’t even know what you’d do. Probably drop your pants to let the flood free. Yoro also wore a black mask and sometimes a black cap that he pulled over his eyes. It was a little disappointing that you couldn’t see his face, but the rest of him more than made up for it. His body was a work of art and you’d never seen a cock prettier than his. It had to be around 5 to 6 inches long and was so girthy. You wonder if he’d be able to fit inside you. In fact, he was the biggest expense in your life. He was the reason you had spent a lot of money when you were drunk. You had to be his number-one fan. Had to be. 

You pull up one of his recent videos and lean up against your headboard. Yoro’s setup was very simple; a view of his bed, which had deep red sheets on it, his gray walls, and a small view of his desk where he sat for Q and As at times. He starts off the video sitting at his desk and explaining that he’ll be trying out a new toy a fan had sent him. It was a small vibrator that could be wrapped around the penis. He looked excited from what you could tell and that made you horny for some reason. You shimmy out of your underwear and toss them on your floor. You spread your legs like you’re showing Yoro your pussy. He’s already strapped the toy onto his cock and has it turned on a low setting. 

“Fuck, this feels weird.” He chuckles in a deep voice. You bite down on your bottom lip as your fingers duck into your folds. “I’m going to turn it up higher.” He explains and presses the button a couple of times. You can hear the buzzing from here and your heart pounds with lust. You wanted to be there teasing him with the vibrator. Making him whimper and whine for you give him sweet release. Your eyes close slightly as you gaze at Yoro on your screen. His hair was tucked into his hat this time and you never desperately wished to see someone’s face as they were being pleasured as you do with his. Yoro doubles over on the bed and his legs start to shake. “Ngh. Fuck. It feels so good.” He whines. His eyes dart to look at the camera as he struggles to stay standing. You flutter your eyes closed as you massage your clit with your fingers. God this was so hot. “I think- ahh- close. I’m going to,” His breath shakes as he tries to talk. His muscular arm contracts as he grips the sheets of his bed. “F-fuck, holy shit.” He sputters out as cum spurts from his tip. You bite back a moan and fall off your climax with a shiver running up your spine. 

“Wow.” You pant as the video ends. Your eyes shut. You were worn out from everything you did today. Socializing and now this? You’d clean up tomorrow. Right now you were going to fall asleep. 

You wake up with a notification from an unknown number. You rub your eyes and read over what the number had said. 

‘Did you get home safe?’ 

It then clicks that this must be Kyojuro. You smile to yourself and save his name as apricot since that’s what his name and hair reminded you of. 

Yn

Yes, I got home safe and sound. I Fell asleep right after I got in the door.

Apricot

hahaha, did you fall asleep in the entryway?

Yn

Lmao, no I at least made it to my bed.

Apricot

damn, so I can’t bully you about being one of those people who sleep on the floor?

Yn

I’m afraid not 🙁

Apricot

dw, I’ll find something else to bully you about

Yn

jeez I thought we were friends, but now I find out you’re actually a horrible person

Apricot

yup, I’m a monster 👾

Yn

wtf emoji is that

Apricot

he’s a cute lil monster wdym?

Yn

oooh sure, ‘cute’

Apricot

>:( so now you’re bullying an inanimate object? Who’s the monster now? 

Yn

caught red-handed, I actually eat children in the night

Apricot

:0 how scandalous 

You shake your head and toss your phone to the side of your bed. How could one person be so damn adorable? You remember last night as your face flushes. You should probably clean up and then start planning out your next few streams. After donating nearly 1k to Yoro, you needed to pump out some streams to earn more money. 

Apricot

What’s your favorite color?

You bite your lip and think for a beat before typing a response. 

Yn

I’m partial to greens and pinks, but I can’t lie and exclude reds and purples 🙂

Apricot

I like red too, it was my mother’s favortie color

Yn

Is she…?

Apricot

Yeah…it happened when I was young so I’m mostly over it

Yn

You don’t have to be over it Kyojuro, grief doesn’t have a deadline

Rengoku doesn’t respond quickly so you set your phone to the side of your desk. You’d put in a load of laundry and starting scheduling streams for next week while texting him. You’ve barely begun to move some items around in your plans when you hear your phone go off. 

Apricot

You’re right, my father was never the same after she died and I think he took it out on me. Maybe that’s why I’ve made some of the rash decisions because I wanted to live up to the disappointment he thought I was. It didn’t help that my little brother watched as our father beat me down with his words nearly every day. That’s why I’m working so hard, so I can provide a better life for my brother…and for my father.

You stare at the message, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. The thought of anyone thinking Kyojuro Rengoku was a disappointment was practically unthinkable to you, and you just met him yesterday. You feel angry, sad, and sadistically happy that he felt comfortable enough to tell you this. 

Yn

Firstly, I want to tell you thank you for sharing. That was incredibly brave of you. 

Then there’s what you said, Kyojuro I don’t think you could ever be a disappointment. You’re a product of what happened to you and the environment that was pushed upon you. You grew up damn well, you’re kind, funny, and intelligent. Grief effect people in the strangest ways, I’m just sorry your father got the short end, I can’t imagine how it must of been for all of you. Your father lost the love of his life and you lost a mother. I hope you and your father can make up. 

Apricot

I will fight my whole life if it means I can see him. That’s what love is. Thanks for listening to my rambling. Sorry if I overwhelmed you with the sad boy vibes. 

Yn

No no no, it’s nice to know you’re human. When I met you yesterday I was convinced you were some sort of God

Your face flushes as you boldly send the last text. You flip your phone over and ignore the buzzing. You had to get back to work anyway. 

Rengoku was curious what you meant, but for some reason you weren’t reading his messages. He sighs loudly and presses his lips together. You were too cute for your own good. The beast inside of his chest was throbbing. Then there was the aching in the confines of his pants. He was a gentleman, but you were making him think of ungodly things to do to you. How cute your face would look high on pleasure, cumming for the 100th time for him. You’d be such a good fucking girl for him. Opening up your sweet legs and exposing your cunt for him to taste. You’d be absolutely delicious. Thats when he notices a text back from you.

Yn

I never thought I’d see a sunrise and sunset simultaneously. That’s what it’s like being with you. Is that weird? You’re a very warm person lmao

I feel like that’s weird.

Ignore that.

Kyojuro, don’t get the wrong idea

Fuck

He can’t possibly contain his smile. Delicious. 

It’s been about 3 months since you initially met Kyojuro Rengoku. The two of you had been messaging back and forth nearly everyday, hanging out occasionally, and it was apparent how attracted you were to him. He was intoxicatingly charming over text and when you’d see him in person his smile would wrap your body in a warm coat of giddiness. No longer were you controlled by the cold hands of anxiety. Rengoku’s presence and persisting nature made you realize that you simply shouldn’t give a fuck. You’re you and that’s priceless. Kanroji was ecstatic when you first told her Rengoku asked you to hang out alone. She was convinced you were in love with him, which… probably wasn’t far from the truth. You knew so much about him, but the one thing you were still curious about was the content he made. One part of you felt like it was too late to bring up that topic, but the other part was dying to know if he played games or was more of a talking streamer. What type of things did he do to entertain his viewers? As if summoning him a text message buzzes from him on your phone screen.

Apricot

You wanna come over and chill tonight? I got that new movie you were asking about 😎

Yn

Ahh sick, yeah I can be there by 4

Is that good?

I could come earlier but I have some work to finish up before I can make it

Apricot

Yeah that should work

I do have some things I’ll need to finish up in my office though, so if you’re fine just chilling by yourself for like an hour or so until I’m finished then we should be all set

Yn

Hell yeah man, I’ll take a nap on your comfortable ass couch

Apricot

Just don’t drool on my poor pillows like last time 🙁

Yn

Yeah sure, or I could just not come over

Apricot

FINE, at least hide the massive puddle from me instead of showing me like some proud child who just drew on my walls 😭😭😭😭

Yn

Sorry you give off daddy energy 🤷‍♀️

Apricot

It’s my daddy issues rubbing off on me 🚩😭

Yn

🚩🚩🚩🚩 problem child alert 

Apricot

Hey! You have no idea how evil Senjuro can be. He may look cute, but he uses that against you

Yn

Sounds like a child is able to outsmart you 

Apricot

Just hurry up and get your ass over here 

Yn

Yes sir 🙄

You grin to yourself and those happy butterflies fill your chest yet again. Over the past few months you’d gotten used to the wishy washy way they made you feel. Kind of like you were sinking through a cloud, but a big hunky man would catch you when you fell through. It’d been a while since you masturbated to Yoro since you mostly thought about Kyojuro now. In a way you felt bad, but not too much. You hum happily to yourself and finish up the last minute touches to a cover you were working on. You shut down your computer and glance at what you were wearing in your mirror. Oversized gray sweats and a knit blue tank with a heather gray cardigan loosely covering your shoulders. You looked incredibly sexy. A large grin overtakes your face as you make your way to leave for Kyojuro’s, who happens to live a small jaunt north of you. 

Rengoku paces nervously waiting for you to arrive. Tonight was the night he wanted to tell you that from the beginning he thought you were the most attractive person he’d ever met. How he would say that without sounding creepy…? He didn’t know. He just hoped you’d take it as a compliment. His breath was short and for a moment he thought he might pass out. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and instantly reaches for it. When he realizes it’s a call from his manager he furrows his brows. He hesitantly answers. 

“Yoro, listen, I need you to stream sometime tonight. Views of your colleagues are down to I need you to fill in the donation gaps.” Before he can argue the phone goes silent. His eyes darken and he throws his phone against the couch. He’d planned on editing some videos, but now he had to stream by contract. 

“Fucking hell.” He curses lowly and clenches his fist. 

You arrive within 10 minutes of leaving, the wonderful air making you in an even better mood. Your smile hadn’t left your lips since your conversation with Kyojuro. You take the elevator and knock on his door around 4:33pm. He opens it briskly, his blonde and red hair in a mess around his face. His chin is scruffy and he wears a loose fitted white shirt with black sweats. He looks amazingly sexy. 

“Hello Kyojuro,” You sing and step into his apartment. You wander over to his plush couch and flop down into the cushions. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be here watching some videos while you busy yourself with important secretive content things.” You tease. Little beknownst to you this stikes a nerve in Rengoku. He grits his teeth together and stalks past you. 

“Just stay quiet. I’m going to lock the door.” He quips sternly, barley looking at you. You furrow your brows and watch as he stomps into the office and closes the door. You listen for the click of the lock but it never comes. 

“Who peed in his cheerios?” You whisper to yourself and sigh loudly. His grumpy demenour had certainly put a damper on your mood, but you were too excited to take another nap on his couch to really care. You were sure when you woke up he’d be back to his bright and cheery self. Not long after you lay your head down you fall asleep. 

Rengoku is in your dream, but so is Yoro. They’re both looking at each other and then Rengoku is shirtless and you don’t really care about Yoro anymore. 

You awaken from what seemed like a short dream to a loud noise coming from Kyojuro’s office. You grunt in response, upset that the real Kyojuro probably won’t become shirtless. Your eyes slowly adjust to light and you stretch out your legs and arms while making a silent screeching noise. Not sure why stretches felt so good while making a noise, but it had to be scientifically proven. You should probably check on Kyojuro. You glance at your phone and realize you’d been asleep for nearly an hour. How long does it take to become shirtless? You roll your eyes and smack your dry lips. You stand and stretch one more time before wandering over to the office door. You grab hold of the knob and knock softly.

“Kyojuro?” You whisper hesitantly and twist the knob. The door slowly opens into the office, or what you thought was the office. Your eyes first land on the bed over to the left of the room covered in red sheets. Your eyes flick to the gray walls and then to Kyojuro, who’s eyes are widely looking into yours. It’s then you realize this Kyojuro is in fact shirtless. And pantless. Dick out. Mask on. Hair tucked into a hat. Yoro. The man you touched yourself to and would do anything to fuck. Shame for watching Kyojuro’s content without his consent rushed through you for a moment. It wasn’t like you had purposefully sought out what he posted, but happened upon it before you even knew each other. As long as you never told him you were a fan, things would work out. You wanted to keep this between the both of you for as long as you could. You notice the camera flashing and scoot back toward the door, eyes still trained on the magnificent body in front of you. A wash of overwhelming feelings crash into you, but for the sake of whatever the fuck was happening, you stayed calm. 

“Sorry guys, my cat almost knocked over a plant.” Kyojuro laughs and turns back to his audience. You notice the vibrator strapped to his dick again and the hunger you had tried to keep calm all this time nearly bubbles out. You’d definitely have to talk this out later, but right now you didn’t want to leave the room. You observe him glance at you a couple of times, but he’s trying so hard to keep his cool. He must think you’re in shock. Appalled. Grossed out. Nope. You’re just really fucking horny. It’s taking all your being to not jump him in front of his camera right now. Everything seemingly clicks into place. Why he got so weird at the restaurant. He didn’t want to tell you he was a cam boy. Why he never shared his content with you. Why he was always so secretive with his office and planning. He also happened to be the one streamer you would do anything for. Which meant in a way you were double horny for him? Maybe after he was done you could convince him to give you a private show? Or was that weird? Maybe that was weird. No harm in asking though. “Yes yoroslut the donations are hooked up to the vibrator. If you send a certain amount it correlates with a certain power setting on it.” He smiles as he replies to a comment. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you watch the live show. You could have some fun with this…

You pull out your phone and notice Kyojuro tense. You smirk and sit down on the ground, back against the wall. He furrows his brows as he watches you, obviously confused on what’s happening. You pull up his stream on your phone and lick your lips with anticipation. You click the donation button and the small gift option. After a couple seconds a low buzzing can be heard from Kyojuro. He tenses and his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re doing. His cock stiffens and you can feel your pussy throb hungrily. He’s trying to pay attention to the stream in front of him, but you were distracting. You donate a medium gift. Louder buzzing and Kyojuro lets out a breathy moan, eyes trained on you. He was searching your face, his muscles tensed because of you. His chest is heaving and you enjoy the way his cock twitches because of the donations you’re sending. Next was the large gift. Incredibly loud buzzing fills the room and Kyojuro doubles over gripping his desk. He whimpers and it cracks into a loud moan. You can hear his breathing from where you sit on his floor. The buzzing continues and Kyojuro starts to shake, his muscles flexing like crazy as he tries to contain himself. You read some of the comments flying by. 

Great show. This is so hot!

This is why Yoro is my favorite!

So glad you decided to stream tonight!

Rengoku is letting out soft moans and his eyes squeeze shut. You can’t handle the hunger building in your chest and pussy so you crawl over on all fours to his chair. He’s already scooted out pretty far from trying to contain himself, so crawling under the desk is a simple task. Once you’re there you peer up at him. His blazing eyes meet yours and from the way he’s breathing you can tell he’s close to climaxing. 

“I want you to be a good boy and cum in my mouth.” You whisper ever so lightly. His eyes widen slightly but then they flutter shut and he gives you the tiniest nod. You rip off the vibrator from his throbbing and twitching cock. You wrap your hand around him, but since he’s so girthy your hand barley covers any space. You work him as best you can nevertheless. Kyojuro grunts softly and he tries to look back at the comments. You like the way his dick feels in your hand, theres a slight curve at the tip that helps him not slip out of your handjob. 

“I-I like,” He groans and his eyes shut again. “I enjoy ramen.” He pants. He must be answering a comment. It’s time for the finishing move. You smirk to yourself, even though you’re a little nervous. You were having fun now, but what about later when everyone had their clothes on and it got serious? You push those thoughts to the back of your head and kiss Kyojuro’s tip and make eye contact with him. You smooch it again and his body visibly shudders. You then take him in your mouth, lips curling around his length. “F-fuck.” He curses and you hear him hit the desk above you. “Sorry guys, I-I-I,” His eyes roll back into his head and without finishing you hear the end of the steam noise. You still bob your head up and down his cock. You can feel him tensing in your mouth. He tears off his mask and hat, watching you suck his pretty cock. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair, letting out a low rumbling moan. You hum against his dick and his hand is suddenly in your hair, tangled with the soft locks. He pulls your mouth off him and stares at you, breathless. “What the fuck are you doing princess?” He growls. The angry look on his face tells you that you should be scared, but the fact he called you princess in that tone makes you squirm with excitement. 

“Reciting the declaration of independence.” You reply like a smartass. Kyojuro looks you up and down, spit dripping down your chin and a bit of his precum smeared under your lip. You glance down at his erection and then meet his gaze again. “Are you going to let me continue…or?” You trail off moving closer to him on your knees. Kyojuro’s last bit of humanity is thrown out the window as he can smell your delicious scent. 

“No.” He replies in a raspy voice. You tilt your head as he stands from his chair and flops down on the bed. “Come over here y/n” He commands. Your eyes widen and heat crawls all over your body. Rengoku lays on the bed, putting a pillow underneath his head. His eyes track you as you slowly rise to your feet. You sheepishly drop the cardigan and step out of your sweats. Your tank top is easy to slip off over your head and your sports bra comes off with it. You then slowly shimmy out of your underwear. Rengoku’s eyes flit over every inch of your body. He looks away before glancing back. Taking a double take. You feel your whole body warm. “Now get over here princess.” His usual fiery eyes are dark and hungry. With the way your needy cunt pulses, you don’t waste any time. You crawl up on the bed with him and slowly start to position yourself over his chest. His eyes practically eat you up as you scoot a little closer. “Come on my love, you need to be on top for me to use my mouth.” He coos. You nervously bite your lip and sit down on his face. His nose to your clit and he doesn’t miss this oppurtunity to be smothered by your thick thighs. The tip of his nose rubbing against your clit and a soft moan slipping from your mouth. Before you have any time to react his tongue slips between your folds. A surprised yelp comes from your mouth as he continues to explore you with his tongue. It swirls against your clit, prodding the sensative spot like it was something stuck in his teeth he was trying to get out with his tongue. You try to find friction against his nose, biting your lip to contain your moans. Your breath becomes heavy and labored as Rengoku fucks you with his long tongue. You bring your finger to your mouth and bite down. 

“Ah, Kyojuro, oh my god.” You murmured. Your words must motivate him to not let up on nudging your clit with his nose and lapping up your juices. “F-fuck, ungh, yes, right t-there.” You can feel the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. You feel like you’re seeing stars as he continues. Your hands are suddenly tangled in his hair holding him to your pussy. Your legs start to jerk as you ride out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You let out a howling moan, finally not holding back the sounds you wanted to make. You slide off his face and flop down on next to him. Kyojuro pants and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He licks the juices off his hand and maintains eye contact with you. 

“Fucking tasty. Best thing I've ever ate.” He pants, looking you up and down. “Don’t hold back those beautiful noises from me my love.” A boyish grin replaces the serious look on his face as he props himself up on his elbow. “So I guess you know what I do for a living now.” His cheeks are red and your heart pounds in your chest. Yeah and you were his top donator. “I hope you don’t mind, I mean it seems like you didn’t because…you know…we…” He glances away and bites his bottom lip. “What I’m trying to say is…what are you thinking right now?” His eyes meet yours again looking for an answer.

What were you supposed to say? You knew about him before so the shock of finding out that Yoro and Kyojuro were the same person hadn’t phased you. What was bothering you was Rengoku finding out that you were a fan of his. You feel like that would cause problems between the both of you and all you wanted was to be able to fuck him as you pleased. Hell, maybe you’d even start to date. You didn’t know, but him figuring out that you’d watched him before wouldn’t be good news. 

“I think we should continue where we left off.” 

Yeah, this was for the best. 

#rengoku x reader #rengoku #rengoku my beloved #rengoku headcanons #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kyojuro my beloved #kyojuro drabble #rengoku drabble #rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #kny rengoku #kny smut #kny headcanons #kny drabble #kny imagines #smut fanfiction #Smut #camboy #mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri kny #kanroji #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons

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More ghost! Roach - Accidental Necromancer Soap AU : little moments

141 in the middle of a briefing, when suddenly Soap gasps, interrupting Price. Everyone turns to look at him and he looks back like a deer in headlights, apologises with a stammered excuse, something like he saw a spider or something, and the meeting continues with dubious looks.

"You're so bad at that," Roach giggles from where he's floating around above the table. "It wasn't even that big of a news, they were flirting for months! I have way worse, you know one of the Corporals under your command, the redhead one? She's been secretely married for years to the medic lady that stitched you up last week! Stop gaping at me, where's your pokerface oh my god-"

And then Soap uses all that information to win bets against Gaz.

Or also, Roach telling jokes while there's people around Soap. "Don't laugh," he taunts him. "Don't even smile or they'll know you're crazier than they think."

And then he tells the worst joke ever and Soap can't help the snort that escapes him and again, everyone turns to look at him.

"I can't believe you're laughing in a room full of explosives tied to people," Roach gasps, knowing full well that's exactly the result he wanted.

Soap rolls his eyes at him quickly and focuses back on defusing. He'll get him back when they're alone and he doesn't look weird talking to the air.

"He knows you find him hot, he's neither blind nor stupid," Roach says, peeking above Ghost's shoulder. "If you want him to blush you need to call him 'pretty'. Worked every time..."

And he's right. When Soap tells Ghost he's a bonnie lad, explains what it means, it's very obvious how flustered he becomes, and the visible part of the bridge of his nose gets very red.

"Be ready to be grabbed at every opportunity, his love language is physical touch but he'd rather die than admit it."

Roach has a bit of a poltergeist moment when he finds out he can touch things again. Cups go flying into walls, chairs move around, shoes disappear. Roach is very overwhelmed and gets non verbal, which is a bit hard because Soap only knows the basics of BSL and has to ask Ghost to translate by copying live what Roach is saying. (Ghost, who has seen the ghost of his dead lover save his life just a day before objects started flying, recognising in the back of his mind the quirks of Roach's way of signing being reproduced by Soap, but not willing to believe yet)

It lasts a few days and the whole base is convinced they're haunted by a ghost. They're not wrong, Soap wants to say. And not only one, but the others are far more apathetic, barely there.

Then Roach calms down, all at once, when he realises that maybe... maybe he can touch people too. He's very nervous. It's been years since he touched someone, years of his hand going through Ghost's arm as he tried to make him see him. Years of not feeling the warmth of a living being.

That scares him. What if he can touch Soap, but he doesn't feel anything? What if it feels the same as the glasses he's been trying to juggle for days?

So he waits until Soap is asleep and he holds out his finger, slowly, hands trembling, and presses it softly to Soap's forehead. He's... He's warm, he realises with a gasp. He's warm!

Soap wakes up to sobbing and soft fingers on his cheeks and in his hair. He gets reassured very quickly that it's happy sobbing and Roach kisses him.

Ghost, after learning about the ghosts existence, starts having really bad nightmares every night. Has to be reassured that no, he's not actually a ghost. He hasn't actually died in that grave, he's here, he's warm and he's alive and loved.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghostroach #soaproach #ghostsoaproach #accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au #oh imagine soap saying 'excuse me' walking around someone in the corridor and the other people looking at him like ? bc there's no one #because it was just a ghost walking around and he didn't realise #gaz going 'cap i think there's something wrong with soap' 'yeah i know he ate all your cereals...' 'no no something actually wrong as in #horror movie wrong he speaks to people who don't exist' '... and your first thought is horror movie? before ptsd or schizophrenia or smth?' #'yes i know he's... well i'm pretty sure he's fine he's just speaking with ghosts i'm sure of it' #and soap - sweating - being like 'ahah speaking with ghosts? me? ahah ghosts don't even exist what are you talking about ahah?' #and gaz just looking at price like see? see how bad he's lying? and price thinking it's such a bad lie that it's probably a joke

[beanjang-draws]

Plague Ponies - Research

CONTENT WARNINGS: no gore

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Summary:

Twilight doesn’t want to admit it, but things in Equestrian haven’t been in tip-top shape recently. It looks like even Princess Celestia has judged that the news cycle has been too grim as of late, as she’s instructed Twilight not to make a public statement about the number of ponies who fell ill after the Everfree attack.

With the help of her number one assistant, Twilight tries to figure out how exactly to quietly prep for an epidemic when they both remember: Granny Smith is super old! She must know what to do? Wait, Pinkie? What are you doing here?!

Twilight and Pinkie end up going to Sweet Apple Acres together, where Twilight is given a book that just might contain the answers she needs. Now to decide her next course of action…should she go back to the orchard and head home now, or should she indulge for just a second in Apple Bloom’s request to check on her project?

Transcript below:

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you for understanding, Doctor. I’ll send word immediately if anything changes.

Greymare: Of course, Princess. We appreciate your generosity. Everything should be ready within the week.

Twilight: Of course. If you’re in need of any more funds, tell the distributors to contact me.

Doctor Greymare bids his farewells to Princess Twilight and takes his leave. Twilight heads back inside the library, where Spike is looking on with concern.

Spike: Twilight…are you sure we shouldn’t tell everypony now? If everypony in Ponyville really is infected, shouldn’t they all know?

Twilight Sparkle: I don’t like delaying things either, Spike, but you read Princess Celestia’s letter out yourself. Our priority is to avoid panic until we know we can answer their inevitable questions.

Spike: I guess that makes sense…hearing about another disaster after the last string of disasters would make everypony totally freak out!

Twilight Sparkle: Spike!

Spike: What? Im agreeing with you! It’s a bad idea to tell everypony about an epidemic after a discord came back, got better, accidentally caused the princesses’ kidnappings, delayed the Summer Sun Celebration—

Twilight Sparkle: SPIKE

Spike lets up after Twilight’s outburst, looking amused as she takes a breath to collect herself.

Twilight Sparkle: Maybe things haven’t been the most…stable, lately, but the princesses have everything under control. Plus, I’ve been reading up on epidemiology and it’s normal for new pathogens to crop up every few decades. We just have to be prepared for them!

Spike: Oh, perfect! You’re the most prepared pony I know!

Twilight loses her composure entirely.

Twilight Sparkle: BUT I’M NOT PREPARED! I’M THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF PONYVILLE NOW, BUT I CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT SAFE. ALL I’VE DONE IS LEARN TO FLY AND MEMORIZE PRINCESS ETIQUETTE. THAT’S NOT GOING TO HELP ANYPONY!

Spike: Hey, you’ve been busy saving all of Equestria! You didn’t prepare for that either, but it went fine in the end because of your friends.

Twilight Sparkle: I guess so…

Spike: If these diseases pop up every now and then, Ponyville must have had some experience with this sort of thing before. You just finished talking to Doctor Greymare, right? Maybe he could help.

Twilight Sparkle: That’s just the thing, Spike. He said he hasn’t heard of anything like this before, at least not while he’s been running the hospital.

Spike: Is there anypony who might know what happened before him?

Twilight Sparkle: You would have to be ancient to remember anything further back than that. You’ve have to be…

The cogs in Twilight’s head begun to turn, and she and Spike come to the same conclusion simultaneously.

Twilight Sparkle and Spike: Somepony old like Granny Smith!

Twilight Sparkle: Spike, you’re a genius!

Spike: Bah, this is just a run of the mill performance from your number one assistant.

Twilight Sparkle: We should head to Sweet Apple Acres right now—

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie bursts in out of nowhere.

Pinkie Pie: TWILIGHT!!!! SOMETHING BIG IS COMING!!!!!!! THE FATE OF PONYVILLE DEPENDS ON IT

Spike: Pinkie, could you bring down the volume a little? My ears have been sensitive lately…

Pinkie Pie: Oh, sorry, Spike! The fate of Ponyville depends on it!

Spike: Thanks

Twilight Sparkle: Is it your Pinkie sense? Can you feel something bad coming?

Pinkie Pie: Yes! It’s big! Huge! Even bigger and huger than the time you believed in my Pinkie sense!

Spike: Wow, that IS big.

Twilight Sparkle: Well, if it’s so serious, we should tell everypony to stay indoors for the time being.

Pinkie Pie: Waaay ahead of you, Twilight! I already warned everypony not to take any unnecessary journeys on the way here.

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you Pinkie, you’ve saved us a lot of time. Now we can—

Pinkie Pie: —consult Granny Smith for her firsthoof account on Ponyville’s history of health and safety protocols?

Twilight Sparkle: …I won’t even ask. Yes, Pinkie, we’re doing just that.

Pinkie Pie: That’s a great idea, Twilight! Lead the way :3

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, let’s get to Sweet Apple Acres.

Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle begin to clear out to head to the farm. Twilight notices Spike hasn’t made moves to join them, so she sticks her head back inside to check on him.

Twilight Sparkle: Spike, aren’t you coming?

Spike: You know, Twilight, if staying indoors is so important, I think I’d better stay here and…make sure Owlowicious doesn’t go wandering around while you’re gone.

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, number one assistant! I’m leaving the library under your watch. We shouldn’t be gone too long.

It looks like most Ponyville Residents have caught wind of Pinkie’s warnings! Twilight and Pinkie only see a few ponies out and about on their way to Sweet Apple Acres. this far out, the news hasn’t yet reached the Apples, who are occupied with a busy apple bucking season.

Applejack: Howdy y’all! What brings you down to the farm?

Pinkie Pie: My Pinkie sense has been going off all morning! Im not sure what this one means!

Twilight Sparkle: But I think I could figure it out. AJ, could I talk to Granny Smith?

Applejack: Sure thing! She shouldn’t have hunkered down for her afternoon nap just yet.

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, girls, I’ll be right back.

Pinkie Pie: I’ll stay with Applejack and lend a hoof with the apples!

Applejack: You know what, that’d be mighty helpful of you, Pinkie! Big Mac’s been sick, so I’ve been buckin’ these trees all on my own!

Twilight goes off to see Granny Smith on her own.

Twilight Sparkle: Hello, Granny Smith! Sorry to barge in on you like this..

Granny Smith: Not at all, dearie. In fact, you ought to visit more often! I hear so much about you from Apple Bloom, you really should stay for supper one of these days and tell us about your lessons yourself!

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you, Granny. I’ll make sure to visit more often. Unfortunately, I didn’t come by just to say hi today. I actually did have a few questions for you.

Granny Smith: Of course! Ask away, dear, I’m all ears.

Twilight Sparkle: Have there ever been any emergency health and safety protocols in Ponyville?

Granny Smith: Emergency what now?

Twilight Sparkle: Have there been any outbreaks of sickness in Ponyville in the past? Did the town have a way of dealing with them?

Granny Smith: Oh! You just mean the plague ponies. Hold on dear, I know I’ve got a book back here somewhere…it’s been sitting collecting dust! A sign of better times, I reckon…now if only I could find it…

Granny Smith begins rummaging around the house looking for the aforementioned book.

Twilight Sparkle: I think this might be just the thing I need! I haven’t heard of plague ponies before. None of my books mention them at all.

Granny Smith: Oh, your fancy city books wouldn’t have anything on this.

Granny Smith returns with a beat up looking book on hoof.

Granny Smith: I knew I still had one laying around!

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you, Granny. Um, what it is?

Granny Smith: It’s a home remedy book! Back when the town was first settling, we had all sorts of sicknesses popping up. Prob’ly from all the different ponies coming together. Without much of a way to reach Canterlot yet, we couldn’t get aid from the big city for any fancy doctor magic.

Twilight Sparkle: Oh…I had no idea that happened.

Granny Smith: Heh-heh…I’m not surprised they didn’t teach you this in your Canterlot history classes…What city pony aid we lacked, we made up for in home remedies. We each of us came together and pooled our knowledge in books like these. Here, you take this. This one’s got some of my own notes in it. Maybe you could add your own!

Twilight Sparkle: I couldn’t possibly take this from you! It’s a part of your history…

Granny Smith: It’s yours, too. And it’s doing nopony any good collecting dust with me. Just promise me to read every bit of it.

Twilight Sparkle: …Thank you, Granny. I will.

Granny Smith: Alright, now I’m off to hit the hay. Apple Bloom, you should show Twilight your plant project in the barn!

Granny Smith turns to go and take her afternoon nap. Apple Bloom appears, eager to get her turn talking to Twilight.

Twilight Sparkle: Ooh, have you figured out how to get your subjects to multiply?

Apple Bloom: I sure did!! I made the adjustments you told me to and added a little something of my own! You’ve gotta come and see it!!

POLL: Should Twilight go see Apple Bloom’s Project?

RESULT: Yes

End transcript

#aaaand there’s episode 2 #sorry for the weird order ?? but things should be more linear from now on.. #plague ponies #mlp infection au #mlp grimdark #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #my art

[library-of-cronos]

Take a break, it won’t kill you (all the way)

A DCxDP crossover that’s been on the back burner for a while now.

Ft. Tired Bruce, Liminal Jason, and Batfam shenanigans (eventually)

Bruce was stressed. It had been a long week. A long, stressful week that left him pulling at his hair in the Batcave while going over the footage of the source of his stress for the nth time. There was a rumor of a meta in Gotham. Bruce could put up with a meta in his city if only for a few days, but this one was sticking around for too long to just be passing through.

People could watch the monochrome, white-haired meta catch a criminal, but he was slippery around strangers who got too close too quickly, barely letting them get a word in before he would vanish.

Quite literally vanish. Invisibility was one of his many powers, and he was not shy about his disappearing act. People had seen him phase through solid objects and walls when he was stuck in a building or even, to many people’s disgust (and amusement), phase his hand into his body and pull things out (and sometimes eat the food he stored in there).

Or shoot a (sickeningly familiar green) ray from his hands or eyes, then fly off into the sky only to be seen across town mere seconds later.

That’s invisibility, phase shifting (though it could also be considered intangibility, given that he hasn't gotten enough footage to tell if he was shifting density or going completely intangible), energy beams, flight, and speed enhancement. Five powers. And he no doubt was hiding more, given Bruce’s luck.

Bruce had seen how dangerous meta’s with only one or two powers were with his own eyes. The footage of the unknown meta who distorted cameras just by appearing in view showed him using five different superpowers.

And no one could even get his name.

Yet no one but Bruce seemed to be worried about him. Nearly all of the reports were talking about this helpful new hero who does good deeds in the daytime while Batman hides inside. (Bruce was not angry about that comment, not at all).

It was either praising his crime fighting or mentioning his ‘harmless pranks’ at the end of the segment. Things like showing up to drive-throughs floating upside down or appearing in the back of classrooms randomly and pretending to be a student for a day. Which, yes, technically they were harmless, but they only served to prove more and more that he had immense power and a dangerous lack of concern for the damage he could cause to Gotham just by existing here and calling attention to himself as a new challenge to the Rogues.

(Harley seemed to like him, though. She called him ‘Ghosty’ last time she and Batman fought.)

Even Bruce’s own children barely gave the meta a second thought. Tim seemed interested in him at least, enough to go over the garbled street-cams with Bruce, but not enough to look at it with a suspicious eye. He cared about learning about him, and not investigating or stopping him.

(“Fanboying” as Tim’s boyfriend Bernard so aptly put it.)

The culmination of the past week of stress (and accidental, misplaced aggression on the Penguin), led to Superman taking him aside after a meeting in the watchtower about something he thought was inane and sitting him down in the empty kitchen.

“You need a break.” He said, with that southern, caring-brother voice he used when he didn’t need to play up his role as a superhero.

Bruce didn’t need Kent of all people to tell him that. Alfred had been trying and failing to get him to do the same. But Gotham needed someone, someone’s, to take care of her when she was being ravaged by crime. He was juggling both protecting her and dealing with the meta.

With him stressed and losing sleep, Dick, Tim, Damien, Cass, Duke and Steph were working double to cover for Batman. Even Jason had taken a break from guarding The Narrows to...well, Jason would say it was to annoy Bruce and ‘replacement’, but he knew otherwise. Jason didn’t know how to express his work-in-progress love for Bruce aside from tolerating him on shared interests or work.

“No.” Batman said, then turned to leave, cape swishing behind him. “I’m fine.”

Superman was floating in front of him in a second, blocking the exit, disapproving frown on his face. He looked so much like his stubborn mother when he pushed Bruce back to sit down it was a wonder they weren’t blood related.

“You are not fine.” When he tried to get up again, Superman pushed him down harder, enough to rattle the chair and table. “Sit. Down.”

“Hnn.” Batman’s scowl underneath his mask deepened as he sat in the chair against his will. Superman took the seat across from him.

After a little heated stare down, Superman sighed. “I’m covering Gotham for you tomorrow.”

“Go near her and I won’t hesitate to attack you.” Batman bit out before he could think. Going by the near eye-roll Superman gave, he didn’t buy it.

“I know you’re stressed about this new hero.” Superman said with a gentle tone, but only received a sharper glare.

“Meta.” He corrected testily.

Superman tsked. “Just take one day off. Batman doesn’t need to protect Gotham every second of every day, just like Superman can leave Metropolis to the other heroes if he needs to help someone in need.”

“You don’t understand.” There was no way boy scout Clark Kent would understand. Even now Gotham wasn’t safe unless Batman was there. He made to stand up, but Superman was again in front of him pushing him back down, getting visibly frustrated.

“I will be in Gotham tomorrow all day and all night.” He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin for emphasis. “If I hear your heartbeat anywhere but home or see you in your suit, I will bring you to Alfred and tie you down in your bed until you get some sleep. This is not negotiable.”

“Hnn.” Batman squinted at him, scowling harder.

He hated the idea that Superman was even stepping foot in Gotham, let alone being its sole protector for an entire day, but even if Bruce didn’t think he could take a break his kids sure could use one. They were getting burnt out. Tim was drinking more coffee than usual and Dick hadn’t swung on the chandelier in days. Even if he could brush off his own physical health, his kids came first.

“Fine.”

“Good.” Superman nodded with a smirk. He must be feeling so proud that he got the Batman to agree to taking a break. “You won’t have to worry about a single thing. Just relax.” He muttered, “If you’re capable of it.”

Bruce Wayne, it turned out, was not capable of relaxing.

Not even an hour into his forced vacation, he tried to sneak into the Batcave to just look at the mission files. Alfred was waiting at the entrance, disapproving glare on his face. Bruce sulked off to try and read something again, but jumped at the chance he got when Jason said he was going to the library.

‘Family bonding’, he said. Jason rolled his eyes at him. They both knew it was his excuse to patrol without letting Superman know his intention. If he was listening for his heartbeat like he said, he would hear it with Jason’s, who he both knew was Red Hood (because of course he knew every hero’s heartbeat), and knew liked going to the library.

Clark wouldn’t know the difference between spending time with his kid and patrolling. That was how he spent time with his kids most often anyway. The joys of being the protectors of Gotham, he supposed.

Jason wasn’t pleased about his tagalong, but seemingly tolerated his presence enough to not stop him.

And it was good he came along, because in the middle of their lovely, completely silent and tense walk to the library, they witnessed a mugging. A thin man in a leather jacket was trying to pry a purse out of a lady in a yellow sundress’s hands. Both of them noticed her cries at the same time.

Immediately they sprung into action, diving across the street and through traffic to stop it before he could get away.

Bruce swore he only looked away for a second to wave sorry to a car he almost got hit by, but when he looked back, there was no longer a threat. The lady was no longer fighting to keep her belongings, the man in the leather jacket was unconscious on the ground, and a young boy was standing on top of him, chatting it up with the lady.

“Is everything alright, young lady?” Bruce ran up to her, briefly glancing her up and down for injuries she may have taken in her struggle, but thankfully found none.

He saw Jason check the man for fatal wounds or concussions. Not that he hadn’t caused any himself before, but the man didn’t deserve death for a petty crime, even Jason could agree on that.

“Oh, yes.” She said, clearly still shaken, but overall safe. She pointed at the kid, still standing on the man’s back. “He saved me.”

“Wonderful. If you’d like, I can escort you to the police station to report this.” He offered, but she shook her head.

“That’s alright Mr. Wayne, sir.” She said, “My savior will probably get into trouble if I do. I have places to be anyway. But thank you for your concern.” With that, she left.

After Jason finished checking the man, who was still underneath the kid’s feet, seemingly as to not let him get away (he was clearly unconscious, though), Bruce turned to him, a bright smile displayed.

“Thank you for-” He began, but stopped, mouth still open.

It was Thomas staring back at him.

It was his father peering into his soul.

It wasn’t exactly him, not at a second, third, or fourth glance, but the similarities were chilling.

“Thank you for your help, young man.” He forced out through his lungs, which remained uncooperative. “How can I thank you for this kind act?”

“It’s no problem.” The boy shrugged casually, like taking out a criminal was something he was just used to. He pointed down to the man he was using as a rug. “Just get this guy where he needs to be and we’ll call it even.”

Jason had waited patiently for the unnamed good samaritan and “Mr. Wayne sir” to finish their little chat, but before Bruce could ask any more questions, they both made eye contact. Whatever comment or question Bruce made was left unheard as they both, visibly confused, stepped closer to each other.

“Are you dead or something?”

“Do you know you’re a liminal?”

They both took a moment to process what the other said, but both seemingly didn’t know how to react.

“The hell’s a liminal?” Jason looked the kid up and down again. The boy did the same.

As if testing something, Bruce felt Jason unleash a tiny bit of pit rage towards the boy. Even the miniscule amount made the air all the more tense and heavy, like a dense fog choking up his lungs. Jason’s eyes faded back from the intense green as he took a calming breath.

As if responding, the boy’s eyes flashed green. A different shade of green, but with the same intenseness. If Bruce had blinked, he would have missed it, or thought it was a trick of the light. But it wasn’t, as much as he knew Jason's wasn’t a trick either. Before he knew it, the air grew chilly, and Bruce involuntarily shivered. The chill faded as quickly as it came, along with the tension between the two, and Bruce was sure it wasn’t a random cold breeze.

Suddenly, Jason grinned.

And then picked the boy up and threw him over his shoulder. He turned back towards Bruce, swinging the boy to the side (who honestly didn’t seem to mind being carried like luggage), and giving him what he can only describe as a territorial glare.

“This one’s mine, old man.”

Jason walked off, limply hanging teenager over his shoulder.

Bruce wouldn’t find out about this until a panic-filled hour later, but every single one of his children had disappeared and wouldn’t be found (until they wanted to be found).

#dp x dc crossover #fanfiction #Danny Phantom

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Amethio x Reader Headcannons

He has rather silent footsteps which usually means he accidentally sneaks up on you. It's never his intention to scare you, it's just how he walks.

Amethio will always check up on you, he doesn't want to accidentally push you away, you're one of few people he cares about.

After days or weeks, you'd quickly learn how to read Amethio's lack-of emotions.

The small changes in his voice that indicates a shift in his emotions (usually being positive), his eye twitching when he gets annoyed, and how he always shuts down and isolates himself whenever he feels upset.

Despite Amethio never mentioning it, he always appreciates it when you check up on him during the time where he isolates himself.

It helps him feel less alone and helps him break out of it quicker.

If you're upset about something, the most he can do is let you talk things out or stay in the same room as you. The poor guy can't comfort for the life of him, so please be patient with him.

If you have defensive pokémon, he'd love to train with you to find out the best ways to deal with defence based pokémon as his offence based team can only do so much.

If you ever need help and he's away, he'll drop everything to make sure that you're alright.

He'd fly as fast as he could on his Corviknight to get back to you if you're in any danger.

He'd hate if something were to happen to you. He cares about you.

Hamber and/or Gibeon might question him for leaving so suddenly, but it doesn't bother Amethio as long as you're safe.

#amethio x reader #pokemon x reader #x reader #headcannons #my work

[chemical-killjoy]

Can you do Coffee Shop AU x Accidental kiss

With Y/N And Gerard Way?

Of course!! Sorry it took so long! It's been a hell of a month lol

Kisses and Coffee

Gerard x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Gerard and Y/N meet in a coffee shop, become friends and more after an accidental kiss

You had been coming to your favourite coffee shop for the last decade, and upon learning that it closed, you were on the hunt for a new one. This devastating news left you wandering around town for a while until you saw a cute little cafe you had never been too before. And there was something about it that just felt right.

You took a small two-person table by the window in the corner of the cafe and looked around. It shop was a light blue-grey with paintings of flowers and posters decorating the walls. The air smelt of coffee, toast and biscuits. There was a hum of noise as the cafe was, while small, pretty full, and it felt like a warm hug.

Once you saw the menu, you were sold. This had to be your new coffee place, I mean, they sold churros!! And ham and cheese croissants! In the same place? Insane in the best way. You ordered a mocha and muffin and were snuggled up with a book while waiting when a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Wow, you're early for a change!” The voice that greeted you was warm, but unfamiliar. You turned around to face the stranger, and the poor man's face dropped.

“I'm so sorry, you are not the person I thought you were,” he said slowly, standing awkwardly and putting his hands in his pockets.

“It's OK, happens all the time,” you lied, giving the man a small smile to put him at ease. He had kind eyes and smile, with an air about him that just made you feel comfort able. There was something about him that soothed you, despite the random introduction.

The man sat down at a table in the opposite corner, and as your food and coffee arrived, he waited for a person that never showed.

You were so engrossed in your book, that when you finished the last few pages, your coffee (what was left of it) was cold, and your muffin barely touched. You put the book down and took a minute to return to reality. You looked up to see the man from earlier checking his watch once again, sighing and looking down at the table. You knew that look well.

You walked over before you could stop yourself.

“Hi,” you started, unsure of yourself. “Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure! Doesn't seem like she's coming anyway.” The man replied.

“I thought I recognised that look. I'm sorry,” you said, looking away. “Hey, my name's Y/N.”

“Gerard. Nice to meet you.” Gerard held out a hand, which you took softly. There was a warmth to it that mad you smile.

You sat down, thinking of how to start A Conversation. How do people do that again? Luckily Gerard swooped in to end the awkward silence.

“What book are you reading? You seemed super engrossed in it?”

“Yeah? Sometimes I get carried away when I read, it's like I'm not really on Earth and I'm in the book, watching like a fly on the wall,” you laughed, “Sometimes I get so invested, I make faces and gasp out loud without realising I'm doing it.”

Gerard giggled. “You know you've got a good book on your hands when that happens. So what kind of stories are you into?” He asked, and you launched into a long and comfortable conversation, as though you'd both known each other for centuries.

It had been a few months since you first met, but you and Gerard would meet up every week, having your own miniature book club that eventually turned into exchanging CDs and long heart to hearts til the coffee shops closed and the pubs became quiet.

Over time you struggled to keep your feelings or the man at bay. He was kind and cuddly, but strong and brave, and you just admired him so much. It was hard to stay friends when you watched him talk and focused more on his lips than the words he was speaking.

And though you didn't know it, Gerard got more and more comfortable with you, and found himself falling as well. The small gestures became touches, a soft brush of the hand when passing you something, leaning his head on your shoulder in a booth when you're tired, hugs that last just a moment longer than intended, and the occasional kiss on the cheek when it had been a while. You were scared to think that maybe it was only in your mind that his lips lingered for a breath longer than a friend.

It was a cool night and you and Gerard were meeting up at a pub, as you'd been busy with work all day but you both needed some time away from it all, happily finding refuge in each other.

The pub was a warm and vibrant atmosphere, people laughing, mugs clinking, and staff weaving through the crowd, remarkably spilling nothing. You struggled to find Gerard in the crowd, but suddenly there was a hand on the small of your back. You turned around and the scowl on your face shifted to a smile.

“Gee! How are you!” You cried giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek... or what you intended to be a kiss on the cheek. Gerard had the same idea, and you both went in the same direction. Your lips collided in a short and quick peck that sent electricity through both of you, pulling away with wide eyes.

Gerard laughed. “Well, I'm good now,” he said with a flirting smirk, and you turned your head and blushed.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to-” you started, flustered.

“No no it's fine, I'm sorry, hey, how about we grab a seat?” Gerard stopped you.

You spent a few hours happily munching on hot chips and a burger, and sipping a cider while you chatted about anything and everything you could possibly think of, Gerard talking your ear off equally. By the time your food was gone and your drinks disappeared, the pub was nearly empty and a comfortable quiet came over you both.

Gerard looked at you.

“You know, you had nothing to apologise for, right?” Gerard asked, out of the blue.

“What do you mean?”

“When we kissed. I know it was an accident and all but you didn't need to apologise. I actually, um, I didn't mind it. I wouldn't mind it again.”

You looked away, cheeks heating up fast. When you didn't answer fast enough, Gerard tried to backtrack.

“'M sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, you know what, just forget I said it, it didn't happen and doesn't really matter anyway, I me-”

“Gee.” Was all you had to say to silence him.

You looked up at him with the Y/E/C eyes that he adored with all his heart. Even if your lips never touched his again, he decided he'd be content to just have your eyes stay on his for a few more moments. But you took him by surprise, putting you hand on his and then kissing his cheek. When you pulled away, you shyly bit your lip.

Gerard leant forward slowly, and kissed the skin where your cheek meets your lips, desperate to prove his point, lost for words, and terrified to scare you off. His lips stayed on your skin for a moment longer and you felt his breath on your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed, noses rubbing for a moment, before you both leaned in and kissed. It was magic. Not the extreme, passionate, thrilling heat. No. But soft. Calm. Warm. Like the safety coming home from a storm. The contentment of a good book. The joy and comfort of your favourite coffee shop.

The kiss ended and you both barely pulled away, soft smiles on your faces, light in your eyes, and quiet laughter drifting from you.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” Gerard said, hand still behind your neck.

“You have no idea how much I need you to do it again.”

And with that, your lips met. And would meet, again, again and again.

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[wings-of-fire-confessions]

The ABLEIST mindset within Wings of Fire

TW: Ableism and Ranting.

Within wings of fire, I noticed that there’s a bad, and even ableist mindset within Wings of Fire that assumes that disabled characters - or at least, the part of them that’s disabled - is ‘broken’, and that the disabled character would be happier being ‘fixed’ of it. But before I explain this, here’s some disclaimers:

Please note that while I am neurodivergent, I’m NOT physically disabled, so if I say anything bad and/or wrong within this confession, please inform people about it in a non-harassing and hopefully civil manner. I did learn that there are disabled people that dislike this mindset and/or trope, resulting in me to be upset about it as well, so I came here to inform people and rant about this mindset in this confession.

Do NOT hate and/or harass Tui., anyone who agrees or disagrees with this confession, and people within the sources and/or evidence I’ll leave for this ask. I advise people to instead inform and/or educate people instead about why this confession is good and/or bad, instead of hating and/or harassing people because they agree or disagree with it.

I’m NOT telling anymore to the characters I’ll be mentioning here, which specifically Turtle and Anemone. I honestly don’t hate or dislike both of them myself, and feel like the problem with them having mindset is more so the problem of the writing within WoF than the characters themselves instead, which unfortunately negatively writes them in the series.

Within Part one of Talons of Power, after Tamarin tells Turtle that he’ll keep the fact that Anemone being a animus a secret, Turtle thinks about his animus magic. And while he does so, he thinks…this:

 “He’d been keeping the same secret his whole life. Was it hard? Maybe sometimes - like whenever something bad happened that he knew his magic could fix, but he had to go ahead and leave it broken. Like Tamarin’s eyes.

I could fix them. I could do it right now . . . I could enchant that bandage so when she takes it off she can see for the first time of her life.” - Talons of Power, Page 24.

Turtle stated that he views Tamarin’s eyes as ‘broken’ because she can’t see out of them. Something that he could ‘fix’.  And what’s more icky and even bad about this is that Turtle DOESN’T even THINK about whether or it Tamarin actually WANTS to be ‘fixed’. Her consent and/or agency in this quote ISN’T even CONSIDERED.

And what’s even WORSER about this is the fact that she was literally mentioned to have literal SERIOUS BURNS AND INJURIES that she gained only a few DAYS or ONE WEEK ago.

And within the same book, she was mentioned to have these injures literally a few PAGES AGO: 

She’s “covered swathes of bandages and streaks of bandage marks. A poultice of damp leaves is wrapped around her eyes.” - Talons of Power, Page 19.

And despite this, he doesn’t even THINK or CONSIDER healing Tamarin’s literal SERIOUS INJURIES despite the fact that he has a literal ENCHANTED rock that can heal wounds and is KNOWN to work, like when Turtle healed his tail after the cactus bomb explosion in Possibility, and saved Winter’s literal LIFE from the SEVERE BURNS that Peril accidentally gave Winter.

So the fact that Turtle thought about ‘FIXING’ Tamarin’s disability, something that she was BORN with and lived with her ENTIRE LIFE, and has already ADAPTED to living with it so well to the point that she taught Starflight how to fly and navigate while blind at the age of THREE, without even THINKING and/or CONSIDERING to heal Tamarin LITERAL RECENT BURNS AND WOUNDS, despite her probably having actual physical PAIN from them, is honestly feels quite upsetting, and GROSS even.

And Turtle’s not the only one to have this negative mindset…Anemone does to.

ANEMONE. The dragon that has a literal CRUSH on Tamarin, and is confirmed to be DATING Tamarin too! 

Because later within Talons of Power - the same book that Turtle said the stuff mentioned above in - after Darkstalker ‘heals’ Flame’s face, Darkstalker and Anemone have…THIS conversation: 

 “You know, I offered to cure Starflight’s blindness once, but Tsunami said no, that my soul is too vauleable, whatever, whatever.” She touched her neckband. “But now I can! Or you can! One of us can. Won’t Starflight be exciters?”

“I’m not sure.” Darkstalker said kindly “It’s a generous idea, but in my visions, he’s reluctant to have a magic cure from us. Maybe if we give him a little more time to get used to the idea.”

“Reluctant? Why?” Anemone demanded. “We can fix everyone now!” - Talons of Power, Page 63

❗️“Reluctant? Why?” Anemone demanded. “We can fix everyone now!”❗️The way Anemone reacted to Darksthonestly feels like she’s ignorant to the fact that there’s disabled dragon in the world that are HESITANT to be ‘cured’ of their disability. Let alone DON’T want to be ‘fixed’ of it. Maybe even viewing disabled dragons as ‘broken’ because of their disability, and assumes they would be happier being ‘fixed’ of their disability.

And within the prologue of The Hive Queen, Turtle mentions that he and Anemone attempted to ‘cure’ Starflight and Tamarin of their disability, with Turtle attempting to do this to Starflight, and Anemone attempting to do this to Tamarin. And Turtle DOESN’T even mention whether or not Starflight and Tamarin actually WANTED to be ‘cured’ or not.

And you maybe asking: “Why is this such a bad thing?” Or at least “why or how does this mindset fall into such a bad and even ABLEIST trope?”

Well, because there’s unfortunately a common but bad trope within media that believes - or at least implies - that disabled characters - disabled PEOPLE - are ‘incomplete’ because of their disability, so they need to be ‘fixed’ healed’ or ‘cured’ of it in order to become ‘whole’.

And while Wings of Fire doesn’t 100% completely fit and/or believes in this trope - It still implys that disabled dragons - DISABLED PEOPLE, since dragons are equally as intelligent and complex as humans IRL within Wings of Fire - as ‘broken’ because of their disability, and assumes that disabled dragons would be happier or maybe even better if they’re ‘fixed’ ‘healed’ or ‘cured’ by it, which is…yeah. Still pretty damn icky.

Of course, I do understand that it may make sense for Turtle and Anemone to have these thoughts, especially for how young they

Turtle is mentioned to see wounded soldiers in The Garden of the Wounded within the Sea kingdom, which had dragons that recently had lost one of their limbs from fighting within the war, not knowing how to swim - yet - while recovering from the trauma of their injuries. I suppose that this possibly made Turtle mistake being and/or living as disabled as a bad and/or negative thing through his childhood, rather than the TRAUMA and/or the TRAUMATIC EVENT that caused those soldiers to lose one of their limbs.

While Anemone is a traumatized and abused young child and/or tween, who became a “bratty” and “ignorant” dragon within Arc 2, not just from the trauma she experienced, but possibly from Coral’s ignorant and/or angry behavior negatively impacting Anemone as a dragon as well.

However, regardless of the case to why these characters have these mindsets about disabled dragons, or even how common this point of view is within media, it does NOT stop the fact that thinking this way about disabled dragons is NEGATIVE. Is BAD. And that it even falls into a ABLEIST mindset within media.

The main problem about this though is not the fact that Turtle and Anemone have these thoughts about disabled dragons, or even the fact that it falls into a ableist trope within media.

It’s the fact that the characters or even the writing doesn’t ADRESS that these thoughts about disabled characters are a NEGATIVE or even a BAD thing.

These thoughts could’ve even been OK as long as the characters and the writing implied and even stated that this mindset towards disabled dragons is a NEGATIVE or even a BAD thing! But it’s NOT. Not even in areas within the plot and/or story that this mindset COULD’VE been written and be ADDRESSED about being negative and/or bad. 

Turtle wasn’t written to possibly feel uncomfortable about Darkstalker ‘healing’ Flame’s scar. Because while yes, he did want it healed, Darkstalker mentally PUSHED and MADE his scar becoming ‘healed’ instead of convincing him to do so with his “kindness” that he has towards Anemone.

Turtle wasn’t written to feel uncomfortable about what Anemone said to Darkstalker, and then think about Tamarin and wonder whether or not she actually wants to be ‘fixed’ of her blindness, and maybe even guilty for thinking about ‘fixing’ her eyes without even considering her consent for it. Possibly even wondering whether or not he’s bad dragon for thinking about her disability in that way.

Anemone’s mindset about disabled dragons is NEVER confronted by ANY disabled character, whether it be Clay, Starflight, or even Tamarin. Or by a character who’s friends with one of them, like Fatespeaker or Sunny. Anemone’s mindset about disabled dragons ISN’T confronted BEFORE she started dating TAMARIN, a dragon which has the SAME disability as the one that Anemone has IGNORANCE to when to comes to dragons being hesitant about being ‘cured’ of their blindness, let alone don’t want to be ‘cured’ of their disability.

The fact that Turtle and Anemone attempted to actually ‘CURE’ or ‘FIX’ Starflight and Tamarin isn’t ADDRESSED or even WRIITEN as bad if those characters don’t want to be ‘fixed’ of their disability, or at least whether or it they actually WANT to be ‘fixed’ or not.

TURTLE’S AND ANEMONE’S MINDSETS TOWARDS DISABLED DRAGONS IS NEVER ADDRESSED OR EVEN IMPLIED TO BE NEGATIVE OR BAD WITHIN THE WRITING. 

And because of this, these mindsets on disabled dragons are treated as NORMAL, or OK mindsets to have on disabled dragons. But they’re NOT.

And because of this, it can result into people reading this to believe that these thoughts about disabled character - disabled PEOPLE - are NORMAL to have. That they’re OK to believe in. And that’s very upsetting, especially since this series is directed towards literal CHILDREN, specifically around the ages of 8 - 12, who also probably will absorb this and believe in this bad mindset towards disabled characters - and possibly disabled PEOPLE even - and that it’s a ok mindset to have MORE than the older fans reading it.

And the negative impacts of this mindset in Wings of Fire can be seen within the WoF fandom - whether it be from young fans, older fans or fans of ANY age - with some parts of the fandom even believing in this harmful mindset towards disabled characters-

With people making fanfics about Anemone ‘curing’ Tamarin’s disability, and with people wishing that Starflight’s and/or Tamarin’s disabilities are ‘healed’.

Disabled characters - disabled PEOPLE - are NOT ‘broken’ because of their disability. People with disabilities don’t need to be ‘FIXED’, and may not even want that.

Disabled people can STILL live a HAPPY and GOOD life with their disability, despite the struggles it gives them.

The problem is NOT the fact that there’s people that are disabled - rather the negative struggles that come with their disability.

And ESPECIALLY the fact that a LOT disabled people around the world unfortunately live in a society that’s more likely to prejudice them for being disabled, even wishing that they’re more “normal” and/or “fixed” rather than accepting disabled people as they are while helping them with the struggles from their disability.

And if you still don’t believe the information within this confession, I HIGHLY recommend the video called “Why You Shouldn’t Heal Disabled Characters”, which can be found on youtube. Because while it does NOT talk about this ableism within Wings of Fire, it DOES talk about why this trope and/or mindset with media is ableist, and that you should NOT put it within your own stories.

I’ll mention some of the disclaimers again:

Please note that while I am neurodivergent, I’m NOT physically disabled, so if YOU are physically disabled, and noticed I said anything bad or wrong within this confession, let people know about it in a non-harassing and hopefully civil manner.

And if you want to add in your own input about this confession, and even link sources to support this confession, feel free to do it if you want!

Also, do NOT hate and/or harass Tui, people who agree or disagree with this confession, or anyone who created the evidence and/or sources in this confession. INSTEAD, if you agree or disagree with this confession, please inform and educate people about it instead in a civil manner.

Anon asked me to add some images, which will be below the divider.

Anon's notes and sources:

Essay about dragons wanting ‘fix’ Tamarin’s disability:https://www.deviantart.com/amphibiian/status-update/one-problem-with-wings-of-922342904

Notes: A essay that someone posted that talks about dragons thinking about ‘fixing’ Tamarin’s disability, and why Tamarin doesn’t need to be ‘fixed’.

Why You Shouldn’t Heal Disabled Characters:https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=h203v5ZTqBo&feature=youtu.be

Notes: The video I mentioned within the confession. The video explains the ableist trope that I mentioned within the confession and why you shouldn’t believe in it and/or not put it within your stories.

Disability in Warrior Cats - ❕time stamp 7:56 - 9:15❕:https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=c7mL2Y3rezw&pp=ygUZd2FycmlvciBjYXRzIGRpc2FiaWxpdGllcw%3D%3D

Notes: The reason why I also included this video is that within the time stamp, it explains that disabled warrior cat characters are ‘healed’ or ‘fixed’ in Starclan - the cat characters’ afterlife - and why that’s a bad and/or negative thing to be written within the books.

Ableist Tropes 101: Miracle Cure:https://luminositylibrary.wordpress.com/2021/07/13/ableist-tropes-101-miracle-cure/

Notes: A essay that explains why this trope is negative, bad, and ableist within media.

All the people who created the sources within the links - excluding the Tamarin essay - are people who are disabled.

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[beautifulchris]

take care

wc: 0,8k

pairing: demigod!jisung x gn demigod!reader

summary: a pair of adhd kids ended up in the same school and got brought to camp together

genres: fluff, little angst, demigod!au, camp half-blood!au, classmates to friends!au, mutual pining!au, son of apollo!jisung, child of hephaestus!reader

tw: physical injury, infirmary

notes: idk why but i’m kinda obsessed with apollo x hephaestus children; anyway enjoy ! i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

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Publié à l'origine par han-jisung

It all started in school. You were the hyperactive kid, couldn’t stay still for more than a couple minutes, and Jisung was the comical one, always cracking jokes, playing music and dancing in the hallways.

He was usually fun to watch until he destroyed your science project a mere week before the due date. Sure it was accidental, and he apologized, but it had been so much work, so much sweat and tears poured into that project for months.

You were fairly pissed off.

He proposed to help you rebuild it, but you had dismissed him with a wave, feeling humiliated enough. Plus, it would’ve felt like cheating.

Let’s just say twelve hours of sleep in seven days is not nearly enough but you ended up with the best grade.

You were so exhausted in your next class, free of all the anxiety surrounding your science project, that you fell asleep.

Jisung, the guy responsible for your drastic lack of sleep that you avoided all week —which turned out to be a not so difficult feat after all— took advantage of your sleeping state. He wrote an apology letter and asked your classmate to slide it under your arm.

At the end of class, after mutturing a few curses about how stupid you were for not being able to stay awake —you need to be more gentle with yourself!— you spotted the letter.

It was surprisingly neat, compared to all the times Jisung wrote on the board. It wasn’t the usual sloppy I-do-not-care writing, it was more of a I-make-efforts-please-forgive-me type. You could tell he was trying, and since your project was a success… You decided to forgive him.

At eleven, it was easier to forgive and forget.

A few weeks later that same year, four classmates tried to attack Jisung and you while you were in a classroom alone —nothing weird, you were just the last ones to leave— until your science teacher stopped them.

It was ugly, your classmates disintegrated and turned out your favorite teacher had goat legs. Definitely a normal day in your chaotic life.

Your goat teacher brought both of you into camp half-blood, where you got claimed by Hephaestus while Jisung got claimed by Apollo.

You only saw each other occasionally, being in the forge with your siblings most of the time, and him tending to the injured campers in the infirmary. Not that you became friends of course.

Although, more and more often over the years, you ended up in the infirmary because of some stuff exploding, fire erupting —no, you weren’t immune—, pieces of metal flying and knocking you out.

Yeah, the infirmary was the third place where you spent the most time in, beside the forge and cabin nine.

Wait. No, actually, Jisung deplorably said you were spending more time in the infirmary bed than your own. You had your appointed bed at this point.

Jisung always took care of you, not without complaining, though. Not about having to stitch you up or change your bandages and stuff, no. About how you had to be more careful.

He’s nag about how some injuries can never fully heal. You’d argue that it wasn’t intentional.

He’d joke and say that you don’t need a reason to come see him. You especially do not need to hurt yourself. Which was essentially right.

You talked a lot when you weren’t passed out, and you had learned lately that he was dreaming of owning a lyre.

After doing some research (read: asking Kevin from the Athena cabin), you had everything you needed to make one. You thought you could repay him this way, even if it felt like not enough.

This time he didn’t see you there for weeks.

After mustering up your courage, you entered the infirmary. Jisung was here as usual, humming while tending to a Nemesis kid’s wound. When he finished and saw you, he rushed to your side.

“Hey, what is it?” he asked as he examined your body for any damage but it was all old scars. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, this time,” you sheepishly smiled.

You took the package that you previously put against an unused bed. Jisung hadn’t even noticed, his attention solely on you. Realizing that, his ears turned a shade of pink.

“It’s for you.”

He stared at the package in your hands. “For me?”

You nodded. “Open it.”

You resisted the urge to bolt away when he took the gift from you. As he opened it, you tugged nervously at your overalls’ suspenders.

“I usually forge weapons but I, uh, made you—”

He beamed. “A lyre! Oh Gods, Y/N, you’re amazing! This is the best gift ever!”

He started playing right away, making everyone stop and stare. The melody was smooth and pretty.

“It’s even tuned! Thank you so much Y/N, how can I ever repay you?”

“Ah no, see, this is me repaying you. But if you want to thank me so badly, you can play for me from time to time.”

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, here’s the masterlist <3

#kflixnet #k labels #wkcnet #stray kids demigod au #han jisung #kpop demigod au #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids #gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #stray kids jisung #stray kids han #stray kids drabbles #pjo #percy jackson au #hoo

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More late night clone wings!au stuff

Apparently me having a good drink tends to make me think of them lol

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the armor for the wings are made from the same stuff their main body armor is, though tempered to be a bit lighter for flight

- speaking of flight, most clones don't get a chance to fly until they leave Kamino, and it's discovered the best way for it to happen at first is in the hangar bay's with the grav shut off

-- it's not quite the same, but they don't trust the Jetti at first, so they make do

--- Master Di accidentally walks in on a session, and finds it quite intriguing as he watches the more experienced clones guide the shinies through basic flight instructions. Keeli nearly has a heart attack when he finds himself suddenly pulled down when telling shinies how one would glide, and the general moves his commander through the air after they share a look

Within a few weeks training in zero-g takes on a practical turn as Jetti help give weight or the right nudge to help strengthen their flying moves. They prefer to find planets, but obviously they always can't find the time (and the Jedi really don't mind helping, it's a morale booster to see their men so happy)

their wings all start off an ashy white, but when they begin to serve and fight, every clone finds their wings take on colors that match their personality and feelings. Lighter colors were found on the troopers who always smiled and did their best to make their brothers do the same, the darker colors were for the jaded who did what they could to protect their batchmates.

-- Cody is the first one to gain an intense color, his wings all but shining gold when he sees his first sunrise, and lets awed troopers touch the colored feathers, as if trying to see if the color would spread

The first Jetti to help tend to an injured trooper who can't preen himself is a padawan. The trooper is tense while (surprisingly) skilled hands ease tangled feathers back into place and shake out the dust that's gathered, and only relaxes when the padawan stops, much to their intrigue.

---> Jocasta finds an influx of curious padawan and masters alike to seem to have all found interest in birds at the same time, but puts two and two together easily enough. If she also takes a look some time to tend to the clones that guarded the Temple from time to time? Well no one needs to know

-----> it takes the clones a while to even let the Jetti tend to them, but ever so slowly it happens either by choice or if injured troopers ask for the aid. Not everyone gets the chance, but those who do are usually honored to help with such a guarded task. Plo is pretty much the only exception, Wolffe and the others having taken the Jetti and taught him what to do, and their buir is only too happy to learn.

Speaking of my Corrie's, they're restricted more than most of the other clones because Palps is a dick, and if they're not in their barracks, it's expected they keep said wings close and out of sight

--> Fox hates it, but until something happens (and no he's not in the process of killing the old bastard yet) he can't fight it. Bail and other senators help provide short moments for the Guard to stretch/fly when they can, but its not too often

----> Fox doesn't kill Palpatine this time, no he sits back when the other Commanders storm the senate building after Fox nearly loses his wing to the Sith, and all fly up and drop the man right into one of those giant thruster things(?) from the movie and make sure he's dead before celebrating

I just think they're neat, now I'm gonna go and sleep <3

#personal #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #winged!clones au #and the wings 🥺🥰 #I love this idea sm #I hope you guys do too :)

[bagopucks]

Highlight Reels

Adventures in house-sitting, Trevor and Jamie

A big responsibility. When Ryan Getzlaf asked the boys to watch his house while he was gone for the month, both promised to keep it in tip top shape. Getzy was really throwing the boys a bone. A chance for a bulk of responsibility.

What could go wrong with a coop full of chickens, one cat, two dogs, and some goats?

Oh it all went wrong.

The first week was the best. The animals got fed, places to sleep were set up, Jamie and Trevor got used to the house.

The second week?

It was Jamie’s morning to feed the goats and chickens when he was shaking Trevor awake at 5:00 am.

“There’s only three!”

They lost a goat. Trevor slinked out of bed and helped Jamie look for it, before they ended up in the woods. They found it an hour later, curled up sleeping behind a tree.

Day two of week two, Trevor had to yell for Jamie when he accidentally let all of the chickens out of the coop.

They were nursing small patches of broken skin for a good half an hour after. Turns out, the chickens did not like being grabbed to be put back.

A few days of peace went by. Then madness.

Mini sticks inside was a horrible idea. Jamie would claim Trevor talked him into it.

Getzlaf called to check in on them two minutes after they broke the tv.. like he had a sixth sense.

His wife had to convince him not to fly home when he saw the look on Jamie’s face. He’d never seen Jamie cry before, but he was pretty sure those were the oncoming tears of intimidation and fear for one’s life.

Trevor and Jamie waited a while for the local supermarket to have the right size tv to replace it. Neither were thrilled to pay what they did. But it was better than facing their Captain’s wrath.

Then, Trevor learned the reason why you don’t feed dogs every time you eat people food. Getzlaf had said it was fine to give them a piece of meat here and there, but Trevor got carried away.

The dog was sick for a few days, and when the dog threw up, Jamie had to leave the room. Trevor learned quickly, that Drysdale could not stand seeing anybody or anything getting sick. Nor would he help clean it, and Trevor preferred it that way.

Then came the unfortunate destruction of the fridge. It wasn’t the boys’ fault, really. The fridge just decided it was done. But there was a shit ton of food in it.

“Hey uh.. Trev? The fridge isn’t supposed to be warm right?”

Of course they found out halfway through the day. On the hottest day that summer.

They still haven’t told anybody what they did with all that food. But they decided to just leave the fridge until the big man got back. Neither wanted to burden him with the matter.

The icing on the cake though? Had been the day they broke a window.

Trevor and Jamie had gone outside to play hockey in the driveway, and they thought nothing of putting the net out beneath the window. Which was usually where Getzlaf’s kids put it. But they were kids.

Trevor said Jamie broke the window. Jamie said Trevor did it.

Getzy was pissed all the same when he got the call. The face time call.

“Hey, bud! How’s it going?” Getzlaf could tell by the sound in Trevor’s voice that something was off. And when he caught a glimpse of Jamie in the background, paler than usual and stiff as a board. He knew something had gone wrong.

“What the hell did you do?”

“I hope you didn’t like your living room window too much…”

After that, Getzlaf had called somebody else to take over for the duration of his time away.

And Jamie and Trevor certainly never heard the end of the experience.

Especially when Getzlaf came back to discover his fridge was empty and broken too.

#trevor zegras #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jamie drysdale #highlight reels #ryan getzlaf #anaheim ducks

[separatist-apologist]

Completed Fics- Elucien

Call It What You Want To: NSFW, 40/40

Elain has spent three years in Night Court trying to find the same belonging her sisters have found with little success. When she looks in the mirror, all she can see are pieces of the person she once was. She's looking for a way out. Lucien spends more time away in the mortal lands than he does in Night Court, unable to stand looking at Elain, the mate he didn't want and, in turn, is so terrified of him she shrinks in his presence. Keeping distance makes the bond bearable, though after three years, he's ready for her to reject it and let him move on.

Enter Helion, High Lord of Day Court. Realizing Elain is looking for something more, Helion offers her an opportunity she can't pass up and a reason for Lucien to stick around for longer than a day. Helion has more up his sleeve than just a little matchmaking, and his actions have far reaching consequences for everyone in Pyrthian.

Turn Your Ghosts Into Mine: 9/9, co-written with @highladydawn. Practical Magic AU

The Archeron women have been considered witches in their little Massachusetts town of Velaris for centuries and Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are no exceptions. After witnessing a love spell gone horribly wrong, the three young girls create a spell for their perfect man, vowing they will not love until they meet this man.

That, of course, all goes out the window when adult Feyre meets Tamlin Angelov. When Arizona detectives Lucien Vanserra, Rhysand Windhaven, and Cassian Sidra arrive on their doorsteps looking for the missing man, all three Archeron women will be forced to reconcile who they are and their place in Velaris.

The Last Of The Real Ones: NSFW, 55/55

Elain Archeron finds fate to be cruel when her youngest sister, Feyre, cuts down a wolf one frozen, winter night and a beastly Faerie Lord named Tamlin demands retribution in the form of her life for the Fae lost. Elain is dragged into Prythian and eternal Spring where a mysterious blight has made magic more dangerous than ever.

Navigating eternal Spring is made more difficult by Tamlin's infuriating emissary Lucien Vanserra and his sharp tongue. As the blight spins out of control, Elain will have to decide how far she's willing to go to keep her new home safe.

ACoTaR re-write; just come inside.

Holy Ground: NSFW, 15/15

Elain Archeron thought she had it all until she catches her fiancé sleeping with another woman a week before they're supposed to be married. Forced to re-evaluate her entire life in the city she'd always dreamed of living in. Blind sighted when her ex-fiancé informs her he's taking his mistress on their honeymoon, Elain decides to move back in with her dad in his countryside home just until she's back on her feet.

Lucien Vanserra swore he was done with Elain Archeron when he learned the news of her engagement. Setting aside his childhood crush, Lucien gets on with his life, makes new friends, and starts a good job in the town he'd grown up in. The black sheep of the Vanserra family, Lucien tries to keep a low profile despite his elder brother's constant meddling. He's not looking for love.

When Lucien and Elain reconnected on the dock behind her childhood home, sparks fly instantly and Elain is forced to reconsider what she wants out of her life, and if there's a place for Lucien in it.

I Know Places We Won't Be Found: NSFW, 34/34

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra are two sides to the same coin, not that they'd ever know it. After nearly four years of ignoring each other, the mating bond between them, and their trauma, Lucien has had enough. While Lucien is ready for resolution, Elain is still trying to figure out who she is now that she's not human, and unravel her cauldron-blessed powers which seem to intensify with each passing year. When an accidental street fire prompts Elain to call Lucien for help, Lucien decides to take Elain from the Night Court entirely, effectively kidnapping her. Tucked away in the Spring Court, far from prying eyes, Elain will have to reconcile who she was as a human with who she is as a Fae, and decide if the man she's mated to is who she wants to spend the rest of her immortal life with.

Exile: NSFW, 24/24

Humans have been bred for the Fae for as long as the Archeron sisters have been alive. Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are used to the world they lived in and had a plan to escape to the continent, where open revolution has already happened thanks to famed General Jurian. They don't expect Tomas, human overseer for the Fae, to exact his revenge against Nesta's rejection of him, by sending all three Archeron sisters to Fae-held Prythian and the High Lords that govern that land.

Separated, Feyre and Nesta are sent to shadowy Night Court with feared High Lord Rhysand and his unpredictable winged General Cassian while Elain is taken by Eris Vanserra to terrifying Autumn Court to serve the High Lord's wife. Desperate to reunite, the sisters form their own plans for escape, unaware that fate is lurking in the form of Rhys, Cassian, and Lucien Vanserra.

The Archeron's are about to learn that the ties that bind sisters are strong...but those that bind mates are stronger. Set against the backdrop of looming war, each sister will be forced to choose between the person they've been their entire lives and the males desperate to keep them for all of eternity

They Say I Did Something Bad: NSFW, 7/7

Elain Archeron's fiance is a total stranger to her, though his family's reputation for cruelty and avarice is not. Dreading a lifetime with a cruel, cold man, Elain decides to have one last night of freedom. Attending an infamous masquerade ball, Elain meets a stranger who offers to show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. It's just one night of debauchery. What could possibly go wrong?

Cruel Summer: NSFW, 5/5

It was supposed to be a summer trip around Europe before Elain Archeron settled into life as a post-grad. It was supposed to be nothing more than a 2,000 year old wall built by a long dead Roman Emperor. It was supposed to be fun.

So why is Elain Archeron trapped in a strange world filled to the brim with magic and men in masks who refuse to let her leave? Something isn't right and Elain is determined to get to the bottom of her accidental shift in the world.

Or die trying.

Outlander-ish IDK you know what you're getting from me at this point just come inside.

Golden: NSFW, 6/6.

To save his people, Lucien Vanserra will marry his most hated enemy.

But to love her? Well, that's another thing entirely

Wonderland: NSFW, 6/6

In a kingdom where a Maiden is forced to be sacrificed to appease the monster in the woods, Elain Archeron is chosen out of spite by her spurned suitor, Graysen. Trapped in a tower with her beast, Elain must unravel if she can truly trust the monster promising not to hurt. She doesn't know he's freed every maiden he's ever been sent...but her? Her, he intends to keep

Are You Ready For It: NSFW, 5/5

When Elain Archeron's roommate can't interview wealthy business man and school alumni Lucien Vanserra, Elain agrees to step in.

Little does she know what Mr. Vanserra does behind closed doors.

Or what he'd do to her, if she'd only agree to let him.

Throw Me To The Flames: NSFW, 8/8

Elain only ever meant to deliver a message to Vassa on behalf of her sister's court. She never intended to see Lucien.

And she CERTAINLY didn't mean to get in the way of a knife that was only ever meant for his chest.

Kidnapped, and dragged helpless to the continent, the two will have to work together if they want to survive

Right Where You Left Me: NSFW, 15/15

Six years after leaving his hometown for good, Lucien Vanserra returns to bury his father. Upon arrival, he realizes he left more behind than just bad memories.

The Fire Won't Burn Me: NSFW, 7/7

Princess Elain Archeron wants nothing more than to be reunited with her missing youngest sister and to see her father finally emerge from the fog of grief he's been living under since her mother died. When her step mother arranges for her older sister to fetch her youngest to celebrate Elain's impending engagement to a neighboring prince, it seems like she'll get her wish. That is, until her father's fearsome huntsman steps in and wrecks it all. Now she's on the run, hiding in the forest to keep herself- and her heart- intact.

In her quest to understand why someone would want her heart carved from her chest, Elain will have to reconcile what it means to truly be the fairest of them all

#elucien #elucien fic #elucien fic masterlist

[jelicoxoxo]

Tokyo revengers as dragons

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A/N: this was somewhat inspired by something somebody wrote of baji as a dragon and I was never able to find it ever again, so I decided to make more content following the same general idea. if you find that fic pls let me know omg. (AND I MEANT TO INCLUDE WAY MORE CHARACTERS BUT I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT AND COULDNT RE-SAVE IT AS A DRAFT so you’ll just have a part 2-3 coming in soon lolz)

Character list

Mikey, mitsuya, hakkai

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Mikey

You found him searching for food while out camping with your friends. You where originally looking for more firewood, but was greeted with a gold colored dragon about two or three feet taller than you, large spikes following down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail, and unreadable black eyes that sent chills down your spine. In an attempt to get rid of him and his growing curiosity, you started throwing items as you walked back to camp, which he eventually left you alone to inspect everything you dropped. But this attempt didn’t work for long, since he still followed you right back to your friends camp, and you only realized his stalking when your friends noticed him lurking in the trees, silent and observing. Yeah you all packed your things and left after that. But that didn’t stop your friends from dragging you back to this spot a month later to see if he was still there, which he was. Soon enough you found out that he actually isn’t as dangerous and scary as he appears to be, bowing his head with pleading eyes when you waved a large fish you bought as a sort of peace offering

Mitusya

Was a gift for your birthday, raised by dragon breeders, but was kept in a massive cage due to his reactive and protective nature. He was a beautiful dragon, black and purple colors blending perfectly together, white spots littering the underside of his wings to imitate stars, many long white spikes protecting his spine, and a large strong tail that he didn’t hesitate to swing around. But those lilac eyes did not look at you with the same adoration. You worked to gain his trust tirelessly, and successfully got him to eat out of your hand after a couple weeks— but he still froze up if you tried to touch him on your own. You decided to work at his pace, respecting his boundaries and learning to read his body language, which he quickly learned that you were no threat to him. When you became closer, you started learning how to ride him, which he liked to occasionally stop flying in mid air to scare you for his amusement. Is quick to protect you, standing between you any any threat, even if it’s another dragon twice his own size.

Hakkai

A dragon your parents shot out of the sky, which you begged them to let him live. They ignored your pleas, and kept him tied up for the night, planning to cut off his horns to sell, or find someone to sell the dragon to as a whole. You snuck out to free him that night, he couldn’t breathe fire as he was a water dragon, but spat water at you in self defense when you got close. He only stopped when you grabbed hold of the ropes on his wing, and started cutting away at it. When he was free, he jumped back from you, staring at your soaked clothes up to your amazed expression. You attempted to approach him further, which resulted in a low and rumbling growl from the massive blue dragon standing in front of you. Awkwardly, you backed away and kneeled, bowing your head to show submissiveness, which eased his tension quite a lot. But it didn’t seem to ease his suspicions, as he spread his wings and flew away just seconds later. The massive dragon didn’t return to that area, fearful of the same situation happening again, but almost immediately recognized you when he saw you by the springs he stays at.

#black writers #jelicoxoxo #anime #blackcontentcreators #tokyo revengers #tokrev mikey #tokyorev headcanons #tokrev mitsuya #tokrev hakkai #mitsuya x reader #hakkai x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo rev fluff #platonic #they’re literally dragons this is NOT romantic #tokyorev charas as dragons #please send help

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Snippet #6 - Muggle-born Prince Wilhelm’s first accidental magic

Crown Princess Kristina is informed about the existence of magic the week after she turns eighteen.

It’s a bit of a shock, but she’s always been rather pragmatic and so she simply nods and familiarizes herself with this new aspect of her duties as best she can. She visits the Ministry of Magic, meets with the Magical Council, learns what she needs to know, and gets on with business.

Thirty years later she returns home from a long day of meetings and royal engagements to find her sons’ nanny wringing her hands and insisting that Kristina needs to come see her youngest right now, but unwilling to explain why.

Kristina is tired and has little patience for vagueness or a toddler’s antics, especially when Birgit is much better at calming little Wilhelm down than she herself is, but the other woman was chosen for her unflappable nature and no-nonsense attitude as much as she was for her qualifications and German skills, and so Kristina sighs and acquiesces. She knows Birgit wouldn’t bother her unless it’s really necessary and no one else can help.

"Is he having one of his crying episodes again?" Kristina asks, hoping for the answer to be no.

Wilhelm has always been a fussy baby, clingy and quick to upset, nothing like Erik, who smiles every time she comes to see him and never has any trouble entertaining himself or playing with others.

"It is best if Her Majesty comes and sees for herself," Birgit says, her accent stronger than usual.

Kristina sighs and makes her way to what is decidedly not the nursery.

A member of staff is waiting at the door, as if they’re guarding it, and Kristina has no idea how to take this. Birgit is not supposed to leave her charges unattended, or at least not Wilhelm, who is still young and has trouble sitting still and staying put when told to, and most certainly not when something is wrong.

The door is opened only as much as is necessary for them to walk through, and the sight which greets Kristina is most unexpected.

There are butterflies flying in the air, almost dancing around little Wilhelm, who is sitting on the carpet, his back towards the door.

He is not paying them any attention, does not come running up to her asking for a hug, and that, too, is most unusual. Instead he is busy cuddling a vaguely familiar looking dog—the small and yappy kind—and making gleeful happy noises.

Kristina blinks and turns to Birgit, waiting for an explanation.

Losing ones temper is never helpful, doubly so when one is the Queen and has a reputation to uphold, but she’s tired and it’s been a long day and she’d really like to know how a dog—if that’s what the long haired squirming carpet can even be called—got into the Royal Family’s private wing at Drottningholm and why it hasn’t long since been removed.

It can’t be because Birgit fears Wilhelm throwing a tantrum. Birgit is very good at handling those.

Birgit doesn’t immediately speak, as if she expects the presence of the dog to be explanation enough.

It most certainly is not.

"It … it jumped out of the painting," she says, waving at the life-sized painting, the one which prominently features a white Phalène sitting on the lap of one of her ancestors, its dark head and floppy ears adoringly staring up at its mistress.

Or rather it featured, because right now the lap is empty and said dog—because it is the same dog—is licking her youngest’s cheek and Wilhelm giggles, his small hands buried in its fur as it wriggles around, very much alive and three-dimensional.

She wants to tell Wilhelm to stop, because that’s unhygienic, but doesn’t. She can’t handle a hysterical Wilhelm on top of this, and maybe magical dogs—because that’s what it has to be, right? Accidental magic?—don’t have germs and have ideally no need to be house trained.

She really hopes it’s not. The idea of an adult member of the Royal Family having magic and strengthening the ties to the mostly independent and separate magical world might not be unwelcome, especially one with such close ties to the future King, but the thought of having a magical toddler at home, one as overly emotional as Wilhelm, precious as he otherwise is, is very much not.

She’ll have to notify the Magical Council, have someone from the Royal Swedish Academy of Magic come over both to test Wilhelm and to check if there isn’t something or someone else who might be the cause for this.

Maybe the paining was enchanted and Wilhelm somehow activated it … or something. One can always hope.

"The, ah, the butterflies were there first. I don’t know where they came from," Birgit adds, now back to helplessly wringing her hands.

Right, the butterflies. Which were definitely not in the painting before.

"Or rather … His Royal Highness was clapping his hands and then suddenly they were there, and they haven’t left him since."

Kristina swallows. This does not decrease the likelihood of her son having magic, quite the opposite.

She looks at him again, cooing and babbling at the dog in his lap, as if it were a person and not a … not a …

Well, it’s all a bit of a shock is what it is, but she’s always been rather pragmatic and so she swallows again and nods, already drafting messages to the Magical Council and the Head of the Academy in her head. So Wilhelm will take a seat on the Magical Council instead of having a career in the military. The public will have questions when the time comes, but as long as he still fulfills his duties as a working royal she can live with that. Maybe it'll even prove useful.

"Doggie," Wilhelm squeals, while the dog runs circles around her son, tail wagging and a new butterfly appearing with every clap of his hands. "Doggie, doggie, doggie."

They better be able to come immediately.

#aka the Harry Potter/Magic AU except it’s in Sweden and fuck yeah they have their own wizarding culture and academy/school #totally part of the Bavarian!Ludvig ‘verse #hence the German nanny #fics I’ll maybe someday write #fic snippet #I have THOUGHTS when it comes to British hegemony over magic and magical education #they are not unlike the ones I have regarding wilmon opening presents on Christmas morning and having pancakes for breakfast #except more intense because fic writers write as a hobby and JK doesn’t #young royals #young royals fic

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"Mistake (or not)" Smrt and little Rudolf into Smrtolf with older Rudolf. Not in the least bit canon.

So I had a thought about what would happen if Smrt accidentally killed little Rudolf. I think I sent Adri an ask (or part of an ask) about it as well. And now here it is in drabble form. I was thinking this would be cracky but it turned out more serious.

For the amazing @adridoesstuff as all the Smrtolf drabbles are.

This is kind of a weird drabble. Definitely not quite my standard structure for the English. Under the cut for length.

Smrt’s hand slips. Or that is what he tells himself. What else could it be? The boy - the princeling - so clearly yearned for him. It was just that his hand had slipped.

But the prince doesn’t even seem to notice his own demise, rather hesitantly climbing into Smrt’s arms and tucking himself against Smrt’s chest.

The damage is already done, and so Smrt embraces the boy, cradling him close, as he might a young angel. It is almost on instinct that his lips brush against the boy’s brow, blessing him. Granting him wings.

Smrt comes back to himself perhaps a quarter of an hour later, still sitting on the boy’s bed with the newest member of his little flock tucked in his arms. He might not be able to see Aemilia, but he can feel the coldness of her gaze all the same. Rather hypocritical in this case. She had been calling the prince to her only minutes ago. And she did so like having new siblings that she could teach the joy of flying.

The young angel - Rudolf, that’s the name of his Empress’s son - is snoozing so Smrt carries him, reminded each passing moment of just how young the boy is. 

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To some extent, Smrt isn’t even really sure that the princeling notices his own death at all. Or perhaps it would be better to say he rejoices at it. Rudolf still has his tutors, but they no longer run him through endless military drills. Well, expect Aemilia. But flying is such a pure joy in it of itself that even her strict instruction cannot possibly put a damper on it. And most angels prefer her style for flying lessons, even if they chafe against it at first. The winds are not to be taken lightly, even in Smrt’s peaceful realm.

No, instead of logistics Rudolf learns of birds, of feathers. Of gardening and painting. Smrt for his part teaches the boy preening. Normally he wouldn’t, but the boy’s joy is infectious and Smrt rather selfishly wants part of it. 

That Rudolf grows still is unusual - Smrt’s youngest angel does not remain that way for long, soon towering over more than a few of his instructors and siblings, but still joyous as ever. Happy in a way that he hadn’t been that day Smrt had plucked his young soul from the world. Happy in a way that the Empress never was.

It’s odd, in a way. Smrt had thoughts the boy’s presence might be painful for him, might remind him constantly of the Empress who wanted nothing to do with him, who had thrown him from her life, but nothing of the sort happens. Perhaps it is the boy himself, making every space brighter for his presence and soothing Smrt. 

Smrt is watching Rudolf’s music lesson- one with the harp - as a raven hidden in the branches of a nearby tree when the thought comes to him. For all Smrt had taught Rudolf preening, he was not among the angels who were truly Rudolf’s principal tutors. In the beginning he had simply thought he had no talent to teach the prince. Well, none besides reaping souls. And that would ruin Rudolf’s beautiful joy.

But Smrt could sing. Most often he did so to the souls that needed a lullaby as they passed. It seemed to help. Or at least Smrt thought it did, but it was not as if he could simply ask the souls. 

So he takes the boy for a lesson one day, leading him into a grove, humming a melody then singing it. Rudolf echoes him with perfect ease, eyes bright with an awestruck starlight that would have had Smrt blushing if such a thing were possible. 

Aemilia is grumpy that she is no longer Rudolf’s favorite tutor by the next week, and Smrt takes every excuse he can find to give Rudolf more singing lessons in what quickly becomes their little grove. Their place, hidden even from the other angels. 

Smrt isn’t totally shocked as the boy’s feelings change - it is perhaps more common than not for his angels to harbor some form of affection for him that is perhaps more romantic than platonic, but Rudolf seems so human in his adoration. In his love, sweet and pure. Or perhaps it is more worship.

Still, his angels are reserved creatures and Rudolf has learned from his siblings. Even though he desires more, the prince seems ever so hesitant to even accept the tender brush of Smrt’s lips against his cheek. He even blushes in a way that angels - the younger ones that still can - rarely do.

It is natural, Smrt tells himself, that he prefers Rudolf be the one that preens his wings. He had taught Rudolf himself, after all. The prince knows his preferences in a way that few angels do. And Aemilia is busy enough with her own duties. Better for sweet Rudolf to be the one that tends to him, if only so Smrt can assess his skill. A smaller part of Smrt wants Rudolf to be the only one that preens his hair feathers too, but the preening of hair feathers is not something that can be quickly learned. Still, one has to start somewhere. And while Smrt’s hair feathers are sensitive, he is far from the most sensitive. It is natural that Rudolf would begin preening hair feathers with Smrt’s.

For all Rudolf’s skill at preening he is too starstruck to do more than a few feathers the first time Smrt invites him to preen his hair feathers. And Smrt finds it sweet. That his prince thinks so highly of him.

So of course Smrt does what any good teacher would. He shows Rudolf how it is done. How to preen hair feathers. It is such an intimate act between angels that he wouldn't’ dream of asking another of the flock to be there, instead showing the prince using said prince’s own hair feathers. The boy is blushing the entire time, and Smrt wonders later if the lesson was even the least bit effective. Probably not, in hindsight. But Smrt can’t bring himself to care.

Which of them initiates the kiss is anyone’s guess, in the end. Rudolf had been tucked into Smrt’s arms, humming along as Smrt sang a melody for him. It had felt so natural. An extension of what they already were. The preening of each other’s hair feathers felt more intimate. Still, Smrt will treasure it - that soft and hesitant first kiss - until the end of time itself.

#smrtolf #todolf #my fic #smrt and little rudolf