#well actually only like five acts of terrorism

[damianwaynerocks]

“jason todd is the crazy one” “no it’s damian” tim drake committed several acts of terrorism

#well actually only like five acts of terrorism #but still!! #tim drake trying to convince people that bruce wasn’t dead was #so fun honestly #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red robin #robin #red hood #nightwing #batfamily headcanons #also isn’t he an art thief too #and like #kinda sorta a creepy little stalker fella #like joe goldberg but altruistic

[amourane]

hate the way you smile

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, comedy, e2l + childhood enemies??

w/c: 4.7k

summary: from the second you met theodore nott you knew that your life would be torturous and that the boy would never leave you alone but maybe forever isn't so bad with theodore nott.

warnings: none just a lot of bickering

a/n: omg this one is a bit long but i finished it!

From the moment that you met Theodore Nott at the bright age of five you knew you would hate him forever. Maybe it was the way he would sneer at you with distaste or the way he would mock you for being a big crybaby whenever he took your toys. All you knew was that you simply loathed his presence.

Your families had been friends and they had initially thought that you and Theo would get along since you were both the same age. What they didn’t expect was the young boy to rip the heads of your dolls and proceed to mock you for crying your heart out. Yet even with all of your constant bickering your families still met up every holiday, bringing the demon child with them to torment your life.

Since that day your childhood was filled with cruel laughter and the mischievous eyes that would watch wherever you went.  At age seven, Theodore Nott found it appropriate to fill your bathtub with toads causing you to shriek out in terror when you opened the bathroom door, and him, to run away with glee at your horrified face. At age nine, he thought it would’ve been funny to surprise you by dumping a bucket load of pumpkin juice all over you and he cackled at your expected screams of anger. What he didn’t expect was for you to retaliate by smashing a tray of cauldron cakes into his face. 

Needless to say the war between you two started way back then and it had continued, the only difference being that now you both were more mature and civilised and there was no room for childish pranks.

“Suck my cock you mangled prat, I hope you trip and fall to your death you insignificant shit goblin!” 

At least so you thought.

You made a move and lunged for Theodore Nott’s throat as anger flared in your eyes. No one paid mind to the scene that was unfolding before them afterall it was a common occurrence for the last six years. 

“You enchanted my hair green!” You shrieked as you shook the brunette violently. “Are you out of your mind Nott? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t mess with each other’s appearances, what happened to that?” 

Theodore simply smirked and you felt your fury bubble inside you. He tilted his head to the right and acted as if he was actually pondering your question. If you could you would have been breathing flames as you felt yourself grow more livid as every second went by. 

“Hmm…I like your hair L/n, really suits the whole vibe you’re going for, don't you think bella?” Theo flashed you a wicked grin as he reached out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers. You slapped his hand away.

“And what vibe am I going for Nott? Please enlighten me since you apparently are the one making decisions for me.”

You should’ve just walked away. You really should’ve just cursed him out and gone to Madam Pomfrey for some sort of remedy instead of staying and entertaining whatever shit-faced idea he had come up with. The moment you saw the smug smirk that spread across his face and the dangerous twinkle in his eyes you knew he was going to spew some absolute bullshit. And you were right.

“Well obviously it’s a statement declaring that you’re mine, why else would you dye your hair to match my house?” The Slythering feigned disbelief, clutching his hands to his chest innocently. “But Salazar, I didn’t know you would be so bold about your feelings towards me bella.”

You felt heat rise and settle on your cheeks as you tried to come up with a colourful comeback to wipe the stupid smirk off his face but the words die in your throat. It was against your will but you could feel your face growing hotter as he continued to stare at you with that flirty glint in his eyes. Your brain spluttered to a stop and you scrambled desperately for something to say.

“Fuck you Nott.” You seethed before storming away with your hands balled into fists. You could hear the whispers of students and you could feel their stares as you stomped to the infirmary, determined to find some way to get your hair back to normal. 

Theodore Nott was the biggest pain in the arse you knew and he had never stopped being one. You still remembered when you had received your letter to Hogwarts and he had scoffed at the sight asking why Hogwarts would want a half-wit like you. Needless to say your parents weren’t surprised at the cries that erupted a second later from both you and him.

Throughout your years the two of you had become known for the obvious tension and pure hatred you harboured for each other though it did seem to lean on your side a bit more than it did to his. It had been the same for the first three years, bickering, pranks and whatnot. Then fourth year came and the scrawny boy you once knew had magically grown much taller and his face had lost a lot of the baby fat it once had. All at once Theodore Nott became one of the most sought after boys in Hogwarts and it only made you loathe him more. It made his ego triple in size and it made him much more flirty towards everyone but you seemed to be his number one target. All you wanted to do was to take your wand and puncture that bloated head of his.

Though his appearance changed he still was the boy you knew since you were a child and whenever he smiled you could see the same boyish grin he had way back when he was five. He had always been the same but now he just had a much more pretty face to disguise the fact he was a blithering idiot.

Theo watched as you stormed off, his smile never once leaving his face. He loved to mess with you purely to see the visceral anger that radiated off you every single time. The way you would try to stare him down but the action proved useless as he was much taller allowing him to simply look down smugly. It amused him to see how your reactions never changed. 

Ever since you were five you held the same expressions: whenever you were mildly irritated by him you would chew on your bottom lip, whenever you were pissed your eyes would double in size and you’d look like a fire-breathing dragon, and whenever he made you upset you would stare blankly without a word. He’d only ever made you truly upset once and when seeing your face he knew he would never do it again because even if the two of you bickered and fought he would never hurt you.

“Sometimes I think you’re secretly dating because you should see the way you’re daydreaming hopelessly while staring at L/n’s retreating figure Nott, you look like a bloody imbecile.” Draco slapped Theo’s back startling him out of his own thoughts. He scoffed after realising what his friend was implying.

“Oh Salazar’s balls I think I’m going to regurgitate my breakfast. You’ve gone insane if you even think for a second there’s a chance I fancy that creature.”

Laughter erupted from his friends and they continued to mock and tease him obviously not being mature enough to handle the situation with grace.

“I would rather shag the giant squid than date L/n and I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Mattheo hummed to himself and smirked. He placed his arm on Theo’s shoulder. “Well then can I ask her out? She’s real hot and I think she’d be interested.”

“L/n might be stupid Riddle but she wouldn’t ever go out with you or even give you the time of day. So don’t even think about doing it.” And with that he left and his friends exchanged knowing glances before bursting into another fit of laughter at their friend’s own obliviousness.

//

This was so not your day. 

Never in your life had you forgotten to hand in homework yet one silly slip up had cost you to spend your free afternoon in detention. It wasn’t your fault you had mixed up the dates on when the transfiguration homework was due. 

You begrudgingly opened the classroom doors, finding a seat to sit down for the next hour. At least you were able to catch up on some other classes while you were in detention otherwise you thought you would’ve gone mad. You looked around the classroom save for Professor McGonagall who had already greeted you when you walked in there was no one else there. 

It hadn’t even been a minute when the doors burst open to reveal a very tall and very smug Slytherin.

“Mr Nott, glad for you to join us, find a seat please.”

Theo's grin faltered as his eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of confusion dancing across his features before it was swiftly replaced by his trademark smirk. He made his way toward you, closing the distance until there were mere centimetres separating you from him.

“Now L/n, Nott, I have important business to tend to so I assume the both of you are mature enough to sit through this detention. I hope that I don’t hear about any incidents when I am gone.”

It was as if your nightmare had all of a sudden come to life as you watched McGonagall leave the classroom. You tried to protest but it fell upon deaf ears as the professor had already left the room, leaving you stuck with your nemesis.

You whipped your head to face the brunette, irritation flashing in your eyes. Why had he chosen to sit next to you when there were plenty of other seats available? The classroom was far from crowded, yet here he was, invading your personal space with his mere presence

“Why are you sitting next to me Nott?”

“Why can’t I? Do you happen to own every seat in this classroom?” He teased. “I didn’t think you did, so I’m going to sit where I want.”

You grumbled under your breath at his stubbornness, getting up to pack your things. “Fine, but then I’m moving.”

Before you could make your move, Theo reached out and grabbed your arm. “Hey slow down, I have a perfect seat right here.” Your irritation flared at his audacity, and you shot him a scathing glare as he gestured to his lap with a smug smirk. “Why don’t you-”

“Nott, if you seriously propose that I sit in your lap I will hex you to oblivion.”

“Okay!” Theo held his hands up in mock surrender, his expression feigning innocence as he cocked his head to the side, the smirk never once leaving his face. “Stay here, I won’t bother you, I swear.”

You eyed him cautiously, your scepticism evident. You weighed the options before you reluctantly sat back down. “Fine.”

A quiet hush befell the classroom and all that could be heard was the scratching of quills on parchment. That is until you were interrupted by a persistent poking sensation that disrupted your concentration, each jab of the quill more annoying than the last. You clenched your jaw as you tried to ignore Theo but you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him attention and there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of reacting. So he continued to poke and poke and poke. 

His incessant poking finally pushed you over the edge, prompting a sharp hiss of irritation from your lips. "What?" You snapped, unable to contain your frustration any longer.

“What are you doing here?” 

If there was a competition for incompetence Theodore Nott would sure have won first place.

“Detention obviously.”

“Oh you know what I meant, why are you in detention? Did you do something stupid? Wait, you do that all the time I forgot.” You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them right out of your skull. "Tell me, bella," He continued, his voice laced with faux innocence. "I don't bite."

“Forgot my homework.” You reluctantly mumbled under your breath, feeling all too claustrophobic at how close he was to you. “Not that big of a deal.”

“Oh but it is.”

“What does that even mean, Nott?” Your eyes narrowed. Theo’s face twisted into a playful smirk and he was so close that you could practically hear his heart beating.

He chuckled, undeterred by your hostility. "But it's not like you to forget your homework," He teased, leaning in closer. "There must be something distracting you. Perhaps... thoughts of me?"

As if on instinct your hands reached out to push the unbearable boy away from you and you immediately got up at his incredulous words. You saw the way laughter bubbled and slipped from his lips, mocking you which only added more fuel to the evergrowing fire.

"In your dreams, Nott," You retorted, your voice laced with venom as you rose from your seat, your movements quick and determined. "I would sooner volunteer for a Dementor's kiss than waste a single thought on you."

Theo’s smirk only widened and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual," He quipped, his voice dripping with amusement as he rested his chin on his palms, his gaze never wavering from yours.

You huffed out an angry breath before picking your stuff up and stalking to the opposite end of the classroom. Luckily, he didn’t follow and you were left in peace for the rest of the detention.

//

It had been a week and a half since your detention yet Theodore Nott hadn’t approached you once since. In fact, you hadn’t seen him around school a lot, not that you were paying attention of course. It was just weird. Usually his face would pop up in front of you multiple times a day yet he was nowhere to be found. You had even lingered around the Slytherin table at lunch to see if he would show up but he never did. 

There was this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even though you did despise Theo you had known him since he was a kid and he never was one to skip lessons much less disappear for over a week. Even his Slytherin friends didn’t know where he went.

That is until today. The moment you had walked into the dungeons ready for your Potions lesson you spotted him. There was a part of you that hoped you would see him today, after all he was your Potions partner. But there was something wrong. His face looked gaunt, pale, sapped of life and his eyes were merely blank as he sat unmoving. His usual demeanour was replaced with one of hollow emptiness.

“Where have you been Nott?” No response. You frowned as you looked at him, he seemed to not even hear you. “Nott? Have you suddenly become deaf?”

“It’s none of your business.” He snapped voice obviously laced with malice as the words cut through the air. The sharpness of his tone caught you off guard, a twinge of hurt gnawing at the edges of your consciousness despite the fact you both had said worse to each other.

You chose to ignore the fact that Theo was obviously in a sour mood and sat down beside him, unpacking your things. There was nothing special about the lesson, nothing that you needed to particularly pay attention to. Not that you did since you were too focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with your partner. Theo didn’t look okay, not in the slightest. He seemed exhausted and his sluggish movements proved you correct as he diced the various ingredients. 

You were in the middle of stirring the cauldron when Theo dropped a dandelion root in the mixture causing it to bubble and spit. The concoction spilled onto your hand and you shrieked at the sudden burning sensation that seemed to consume your hand in flames. The sensation is unbearable, a sharp, burning agony that seems to penetrate deep into your very bones. By now the whole class had stopped to look at you not fully registering what had happened. You turned to Theo, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the pain but he stood there frozen, an expression you couldn’t decipher on his face.

“Theo-”

"Fucking hell, L/n." He spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Would it kill you to not be such a clumsy moron? You could've hurt me as well. How can you even call yourself a witch?"

His words were sharp and spiteful. Through the many years of knowing Theodore Nott he had never blamed you for something he did. He might have been an incorrigible prick but he would still apologise if he had ever hurt you genuinely. But as you looked at him you couldn’t recognise the cold harsh look he gave you and you bit back your tears. You wouldn’t cry in front of him. 

Despite the fact your hand was in pain you felt something tighten around your chest and it made the air around you feel thick as if you couldn’t breathe. You stood up angrily, opening your mouth to snap back but your vision starts to fade, black spots invade your senses and that was the last thing you remember before you tumbled to the floor.

You woke up a few hours later as you felt the sun shine on your face. You blinked, disorientated, as you tried to get used to your surroundings. The familiar walls of the infirmary materialised and you felt some ease at knowing where you were. Confusion still gnawed at your mind as you struggled to piece together what had happened. How had you ended up in the infirmary? And why did everything feel so hazy, as if viewed through a foggy lens? 

Your gaze drifted to your hand, the source of the searing pain. And there, wrapped in a pristine white bandage, lay the answer to at least one of your questions. The memory flooded back in fragments, disjointed and incomplete.

Theo's careless mistake, the scalding mixture splattering across your skin, the sharp cry of pain that had torn through the air, all of it came rushing back with startling clarity.

“Miss L/n you’re awake!” Madam Pomfrey’s voice cut through your thoughts and you saw the woman make her way towards you hurriedly. “That was a terrible burn you had, lucky I had some burn-healing paste on me otherwise you would have had an ugly scar.”

You were still a bit dazed, trying to piece together how you even managed to make your way here. You distinctively remembered collapsing to the floor but that was where your memory stopped and it refused to give you any more.

“Sorry Madam Pomfrey but do you know how I got here? I really can’t seem to remember.”

“Oh dear.” The nurse frowned at your condition. “Mr Nott brought you here. He’s been here the whole afternoon. He's only just popped to dinner. I'm sure he’ll be back. Merlin, the boy did look worried.”

You resisted the urge to scoff at her words. Theodore Nott, worried. Not a chance. He probably only brought you here because Slughorn insisted, and he couldn't risk getting on the professor's bad side. No, you highly doubted he cared about what had happened to you.

The memory of his harsh words repeated in your head like an echo that refused to go away, a reminder of his indifference to your situation. And yet, despite your efforts to brush it off, a bitter laugh escaped your lips. Why were you even upset? After all, the two of you were experts at hurling mean insults at each other. It was practically a pastime. 

Rather you should have been mad at the fact he was the one who caused you to get this injury anyway. If it wasn’t for his stupid mistake you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Then again, you remembered his movements, how his usual nimble fingers were fumbling the ingredients, how he stared at the pages of his book as though they were in a foreign language. Something wasn’t right.

“You’re awake.”

The words startled you and you spotted the Slytherin boy approaching your bed as his face held the same blank expression as before. He sat down beside you and your eyes narrowed. You shuffled away, not wanting to be near him.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured quietly and the words caught you off guard. “These past few days just haven’t been the best and-”

“That’s your excuse?” You bristled at his pathetic apology, hoping that you had misheard what he had said. “You mess up our potion resulting in me getting hurt and then hurl insults my way trying to blame me for what happened. And you think simply saying ‘I’m sorry’ is enough? Using the excuse of having a few bad days as your way out?”

He stayed silent allowing you to continue.

“Theodore Nott, you always were an idiot.” You spat, the words tinged with disappointment. “But I never expected you to be such a heartless prick.”

As the final syllable fell from your lips, a heavy silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the shallow rise and fall of your breath. You held Theo’s gaze and as you studied him you noticed something you had failed to notice before. The dark circles that marred the skin beneath his eyes, the redness that rimmed their edges. The weariness that had been etched into his features. 

“I went home.” He finally said, breaking the silence with his words. “Father sent a letter saying it was urgent, that I needed to return home at once.”

You felt yourself deflate and your gaze softened. Theo and his father had never been on the best terms and ever since his mother died they drifted apart even more. Suddenly his attitude made sense and you felt the guilt seep into your senses.

“Turns out his urgent matter was that he found himself another potential wife. Some poor woman to endure his torture and he wanted to happily announce it to his son. He burnt all of my mother’s belongings and if I hadn’t stopped him he would’ve gotten rid of her grave as well.” Theo scoffed bitterly and you saw the way he was trying to stop the tears from falling. “That bastard calls himself my father but not once in his life has he ever cared about me.”

A heavy silence enveloped the both of you as you sat not uttering a word. You knew that he had always struggled with the strained relationship with his family. The death of his mother had resulted in Theo being distraught for weeks as he relived the nightmare whenever he closed his eyes. 

“I’m not going back there. I’m never setting foot in that house ever again.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder as you tried to offer some sort of comfort. His eyes locked with yours and you saw how his tears glistened as they fell silently. You felt ropes tighten around your heart and you squeezed his shoulder gently. It had been a long time since you saw Theodore Nott cry. It was a rare sight but that was what made it that much more painful.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You whispered. “I honestly…I’m so sorry Theo. He really doesn’t deserve a son like you. You’re incredible, you know that? You might be irritating and loud and downright infuriating at times but he doesn’t deserve you because you’re amazing Theodore Nott. And, Merlin, if I’m saying that then it must mean a lot because we both know my word is golden.”

You offered him a small smile and your heart warms when you see one tug at his lips too. He looked away for a second and you saw his eyes land on your bandaged hand and he winced.

“I really am sorry for messing up our potion. I didn’t mean what I said, you’re a brilliant witch Y/n, you always have been. I was just being a prat, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s honestly nothing bad. My hand will probably already be back to normal, I heal quickly you know.” You paused as your smile faltered and you chose your next words carefully. “If…if you don’t want to return to your house, you can always go to someone else's.”

Theo chuckled as he shook his head. “No one is going to accept me into their house without turning me into my father.”

“I will.” 

Silence. Theo looked at you, confusion clear on his face but your gaze was strong and he could tell you had meant what you had said. You felt yourself flush at his stare and you realised your hand was still on his shoulder and you quickly removed it.

“Accept you into my house I mean. My parents love you and you know they haven’t been on good terms with your father ever since what happened. We would be more than willing to take you in.” You watched as his face contorted into expressions that you couldn’t formulate. “That is if you promise not to fill my bathtub with toads again.”

Laughter fell from his lips, cascading like a melody. He lifted his hands to wipe away his tears that had been streaking down his face. His eyes no longer held the blank emotionless look but rather a certain warmth that you had missed seeing. Your grin widened upon hearing the sound and you found yourself joining in.

“At least you look pretty-”

Your words were cut off abruptly as Theo leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a sudden and unexpected kiss. You froze, unable to comprehend what exactly was happening as disbelief rippled through your body. His hands found their way at the back of your neck and you feel his thumb caress your cheek tenderly. You were still in shock when he pulled away and the last few words of the sentence you were about to say tumbled out of your mouth.

“-when you cry…”

You blinked as your mind tried to grapple at what had just happened. Theodore Nott had just kissed you. Theodore Nott, the boy you had despised since you were five, had just kissed you. He kissed you. Kissed…you. Immediately, your body erupted into flames and you felt your face flush hot at how close the both of you were.

“Your body temperature has risen extremely quickly.” Theo teased and you felt yourself grow even hotter.

“Shut it.”

“Like you’re actually a human radiator.” He continued undeterred by your glare.

“Nott if you don’t want to lose your head I would advise you to shut up.”

Theo grinned and you felt your heart stutter at the sight. “Oh so now I’m back to being Nott? What happened to Theo?” He said his name in a high pitched croon in an attempt to mock your voice and you smacked the backside of his head which only encouraged his laughter.

“You’re actually going to be the death of me.” You groaned as you slumped back down the bed, pulling the covers over your face as a feeble attempt to hide yourself from the pretty Slytherin.

Theo poked your arm and you peeked out to find him staring at you with a bright grin on his face. 

"Don't worry." He reassured you, his voice light and teasing. "I'll make sure to stay by your side forever and ever, like a blood-sucking parasite."

“How romantic.” You drawled as you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance as you retreated under the covers once more.

“Aren’t I just?” 

You ignored Theo’s playful whines for you to let him see your face. Your heart threatened to break out of your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. But even so, you were unable to stop the grin that spread across your face. Maybe, just maybe, forever wouldn't be so bad with Theodore Nott by your side.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Butterscotch Harlow

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta: A little while ago, I surprised smush with a puppy (even though he said no more pets). the two have finally warmed up to each other and all she does is terrorize him lmao

jackharlow: I like how you find my pain humorous smh urbanwyatt: I still can't believe yall literally have fourteen pets now lilnasx: urbanwyatt you mean fifteen, they have druski2funny druski2funny: what the actual fuck do yall be on for me to constantly get dragged like this?!?!? 2forwoyne: yall might as well open up your home and sell tickets because yall live in a damn zoo y/ninsta: all yall can kiss my ass because who is over here every damn week trying to get fed? not too much on my babies. blancahood: you have 3 real babies, pay them some attention y/ninsta: B, I have 5 children. how quickly you forget. jackharlow: who the hell is four and five?!?!? dualipa: jackharlow you and Urban urbanwyatt: NOW WHY AM I ALWAYS IN IT?! y/ninsta: dualipa you a real one for that softtcurse: urbanwyatt because your ass is always doing something smh jackharlow: dualipa and now here you come terrorizing me too smh dualipa: jackharlow I was nice about it but I can be mean. watch that tone. jackharlow: dualipa you better not start with me. I swear yall want me bald by 30. jackandy/naremyparents: I'm convinced that soon y/ninsta will find a way to buy an elephant. mark my words. urbandjack26: jackandy/naremyparents she probably already has one and just keeps it at the actual zoo in Louisville jackharlow: DO NOT GIVE HER ANY IDEAS y/ninsta: 👀👀👀 jackharlow: y/ninsta baby don't you dare y/ninsta: jackharlow BRB

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jackharlow: your shirt says mother so please come and get this puppy. I have not known peace since you bought her 😭

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yungskylark: he need to defend my stomach from biting the rest of my insides quiiso: jackharlow IT'S NOT NO WIN WHEN WE'RE HUNGRY, TF? jackharlow: quiiso oh imma eat regardless. idc what happens to yall lmaoooo saweetie: jackharlow just nasty as hell as usual jackharlow: saweetie HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIFE?!?! saweetie: jackharlow for the billionth time, YES! jackharlow: saweetie just making sure lol

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jackharlow: you see what she does in my time of need? LEAVES ME 😭

But my wife a baddie 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow you are so damn dramatic! I'm only going to be gone for two days! but love you smush. claybornharlow: oh, so the babies have to eat jack's cooking? maggieharlow come save your grandchildren! jackharlow: HEY! THEY'RE FINE! dualipa: I highly doubt that jackharlow: dualipa hop off the nearest cliff y/ninsta: I pumped enough and there's more in the freezer, along with formula and the baby food I made. they're good! jackharlow: umm y/ninsta...... I think I only have enough for a few more hours y/ninsta: WHAT blancahood: oh good lord smh jackharlow: y/ninsta axel is eating like he has never seen food in his entire life maggieharlow: smh jackharlow if you needed me, why didn't you call? jackharlow: maggieharlow I got it handled! claybornharlow: only thing jackharlow has a handle on is.... hmm.... I'm at a loss saweetie: clay, pleaseeeee lmao urbandjack26: chaos in the Harlow household lol neelamthadhani: and jackharlow has the nerve to want more children smh handle those three first! y/ninsta: jackharlow is a good daddy! but his way of doing things concerns me sometimes jackharlow: y/ninsta I know I'm a good daddy. to my triplets and my wife. y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm taking my compliment back smh

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y/ninsta: pleading for my damn help, and once I get home, this is what I see 🙄🙄

jackharlow: and that was the first decent amount of sleep that I got since you left y/ninsta: jackharlow I see little miss kept guard while you slept. I told you she loves you. jackandy/naremyparents: are yall gonna tell us her name now?!?!? jackharlow: jackandy/naremyparents I want to protect her privacy urbanwyatt: this man has officially lost it lmao saweetie: privacy? she literally pees and shits outside for the world to see jackharlow: not too much on my baby now! she still deserves privacy! claybornharlow: jack, she's a dog jackharlow: claybornharlow and? she's MY dog and what I say goes blancahood: that man don't know how to act now that he has his own pet quiiso: y/ninsta please get your husband lmao y/ninsta: quiiso he's a lost cause. I tried to come close to him while she was next to him and long story short, she is very territorial of him. she likes me, but he's her go to person. like sis, I was here first. show your mom some respect lmao urbanwyatt: not y/n finally having to compete for jack's heart y/ninsta: urbanwyatt he lowkey might divorce me to be able to have all of his attention on her jackharlow: I AM NOT THAT BAD neelamthadhani: jackharlow who lied to you? smh y/ninsta: jackharlow just tell everyone her name! jackharlow: y/ninsta no. that's her business and no one else's. jackandy/naremyparents: she probably doesn't even have one jackharlow: YES SHE DOES! If yall can guess it, I'll tell you saweetie: wait, what did yall end up deciding because it was down to two names urbandjack26: probably named her alcatraz y/ninsta: urbandjack26 over my dead body lmao allthingsy/n: hmm..... Louisville related? y/ninsta: allthingsy/n no for once lol jackandurbupdates: toffee y/ninsta: getting warmer jackandy/naremyparents: caramel? y/ninsta: getting closer! jackharlow: yall get on my nerves jackandurb26: BUTTERSCOTCH! BUTTERSCOTCH HARLOW! jackharlow: 😒😒😒😒😒 jackandurb26: well?!?!? jackharlow: I'm logging out y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow instagram au #instagram au #first lady of pg

[bandgie]

could you do another hate sex yj?? and could it have loads of banter and verbal teasing?? literally love your stuff soooo much

a/n: yes! I actually have an idea for this! and thank you sm!!

synopsis: Being part of the The Titans means putting your life at risk for Jump City. Defeating villains and putting them behind bars should be the hardest part, but it's actually your own team member that drives you insane.

notes/warnings: MDNI 18+, teen titans AU, fem!reader, reader is called 'Raven', elements of drugging, heat, dom-ish!reader, foot job (sorry), monster fucking I think? I dunno if it counts lmao, bondage (m!rec), tentacles (I had to), throat fucking (m!rec), light chocking (m!rec), PIV/no protection, creampie

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You should have known tonight's mission wasn't going to go well. There was an ominous atmosphere as the team carried out their assignments. Being gifted with psychic abilities, you can feel the emotions of those around you. That empathic ability was both a blessing and a curse. The one time you decided to ignore it was the one time you needed to listen to it the most.

Deathstroke had anticipated the attack. He laced the area with drugs and gasses that left the five of you weak, and incapable. Your power was uncontrollable as you were filled with raw fear. The only person you had to rely on was Beastboy who was trapped in the same room as you.

That alone was a trap in itself.

Black tendrils whipped around you viciously. Your power smacked and tried to break through the walls, but they seemed impenetrable. If you were in your right mind, you could easily find a way out. 

"Fuck Raven! You're gonna get us killed!" Beastboy ducked and covered his head as your magic continued to act recklessly. You ignored him, beating at the room. The rest of the team members were most likely separated, and you'd be damned if anything happened to them.

It's now you grow tired that your legs give out from under you. You collapsed on the hard ground, your black magic quickly dissipating. Beastboy rushed to your side and cursed, "Shit. If you would have just calmed down-"

"Calm down!?" The room shook with your voice. "How the fuck can I calm down when our friends are out there and we're in here? You don't get it Yeonjun, I can feel it. They're scared, and alone. We can't sit here and-"

Yeonjun cut you off with a growl, "I never said I wanted to sit here. If you knew how to fucking control yourself we could have found a way out!" Despite trying to keep a level head, Yeonjun could feel the terror in his chest. Watching you, who's usually composed, freak out did little to help. 

"Oh fuck you! You say 'we,' but I always save our asses. You've been doing bat shit to help!" It probably isn't wise to further engage in arguing, but you don't have the patience otherwise. With the gas you both inhaled and the fear you feel, it's impossible to think rationally.

You can see the veins that pop out from under Yeonjun's green skin as he yells back. "How do you expect me to help when you're whipping those things around like a madman!? While you were going crazy I found something."

The retort dies in your throat, "Found something?"

"Yes," Yeonjun sounds exasperated. "I think we're in Deathstroke's lab. Found some potions and shit." He pulls a small vial from his pocket, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. The clear bottle swooshes with pink liquid inside, words scribbled on it.

You look at the bright color curiously, "What's it say?" He shrugs, "Beats me. I think it's his own language or whatever." Without saying more, he pops the cork off and raises it to his lips. "Bottoms up."

"Beastboy!" 

He swallows and grimaces at the taste, burping. "I said to call me Yeonjun."

"You idiot!" The fire in your chest flames once again. "Do you even know what you drank?" Rather than seeming upset, Yeonjun flashes his sharp canines at you. It's better to watch you grow furious at him than be scared. Even if you look at him with rage in your eyes, it's better than seeing the overwhelming panic.

"Nope," he pops the 'p'. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

You scoot a few inches away from him, waiting for disaster to strike. Will he go ballistic? Maybe he'll explode. Now that you're thinking about it, that potion was awfully pink. Maybe that'll be his new skin color.

Rather than turning into a flamingo, he remains the same hue. Yeonjun's lip twitches and his pupils dilate. His heart rate increases and it suddenly feels much too hot in the room. Your empathetic power picks up on this. Even if you don't physiologically react the same, you can taste the thickness in the air. An intense sense of excitement pools in your stomach, your chest. 

You snatch the vile from Yeonjun's hands. That fucking moron, you groan internally. It wasn't Deathstroke's secret language, it was Latin.

"Eros libido," you read the scribbled words. "Fuck."

"Libido?" Yeonjun's sweaty face looks confused. "The game with the stick?"

"No, you- oh my god. That's limbo. Libido is....nothing. How do you feel?" You quickly change the subject. The potion must be strong. If Yeonjun felt it in mere seconds and you felt the effects soon after, you can only imagine how it'll progress. 

"I feel...restless? I dunno just...like I wanna do something?" He speaks unsurely. The hair on his neck raises and so does a muscle underneath his pants apron making eye contact with you. "Oh shit," his eyes go wide. "S-stop looking at me!"

Yeonjun stands up abruptly, running to the corner of the room. He knows this feeling now. The warmth in his body, the feeling of unfiltered desire, the ache in his cock. He's in heat. Yeonjun could try and play human all he wants, but he still has animal DNA in him.

His raw lust filters into you. It hits you like a ton of bricks and you feel like discarding your cloak. 

"You stupid fuck," despite being aroused, you attempt to turn it into anger. "Who drinks a potion in a language they don't know when they're trapped?" Standing to your feet, you stomp to Yeonjun who's shriveled on the ground. 

He groans your name out, "Don't get close to me please."

You ignore him, throwing your purple cape on the ground and flipping Yeonjun to his back. His eyes are full-blown wide, he's drooling helplessly, and his dick strains painfully against his pants. You scoff, pressing a foot on his erection, "You look so pathetic."

Yeonjun's entire body keens at your touch. His hands reach down and grip your ankle. He means to throw your foot off of him, but instead, he pushes your heel harder against his cock. Yeonjun whines and thuds his head down on the ground roughly. How hates how good it feels, hates that he'd beg to cum from your shoe even if it was beyond shameful. 

Rather than pulling away, you let him hump your foot. Your boots are latex, so it's easy to feel his clothed erection against you. "Fuck, you're really hard huh?" There's a sick sweetness in your voice Yeonjun's not used to. 

He nods mindlessly, "I'm sorry. Mmm fuck, I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I thought- shit! -I thought it would make me stronger." Yeonjun pants through his sentences. His eyes are crazed, but he manages to speak through it. "I'm such an idiot. Fuck fuck fuck.." You can see tears slip from the corner of his eyes. He bites down on his lower lip to keep from being so loud. After all, how can a mere foot make him feel this good?

"Are you crying?"

Yeonjun whines at your harsh tone. "It hurts..." he speaks in a small voice. 

You tear your foot from his grasp. Yeonjun violently sobs, he is so close. He's about to beg you to let him use your foot when you kneel. He watches in shock as you button his tight pants, yanking them to free his cock.

"Oh," You're in shock. Calling Yeonjun big would be an understatement. The shaft darkens as your eyes trail to the very tip of his dark green head. It's a stark contrast from the white pre-cum that dribbles from his slit. The cold air makes Yeonjun twitch and groan, at least the confines of his pants had given him pressure. 

You don't think when your hand reaches out to grab the base. Even with two fists, the tip would peek out with a few more inches. Desire pools in your stomach. You quickly try to blame it on Yeonjun's condition. This isn't your own emotions, you're just reading his. It's strong, and it's affecting you.

That's all.

That's all, you tell yourself when you move to hover on top. That's all, you think when you move the sticky crotch of your leotard to the side. "That's all," you murmur when you grind yourself on his cock. It's warm, it twitches, it leaks. Begging to be put where your legs ache. You expect Yeonjun to start pleading, crying to let him fuck you.

He knows better though. Talking would ruin the headspace you're in. It would make it real, make it a permanent memory that Yeonjun was inside you. The same person who went out of his way to make piss you off, to watch your turn red from anger.

And you're going to let him.

It's not until you sink down on him that he squeaks. His cock stretches you out fully, forcing your walls to mold into his shape. You groan and place your hands on his torso, pushing yourself deeper and deeper. Your legs quiver and your stomach flips when you feel him kiss your cervix. You've fully seated yourself on him, letting your cunt convulse and squeeze around his length.

"Fuck!" Yeonjun can't help himself as his hands find your waist. He moans your name, over and over until he's started drooling again. "You're so tight. Fuck me, please fuck me. I can't move, I-"

Black tendrils come out of your back without you needing to think. One shoves itself inside Yeonjun's mouth, cutting his needy demands off. Another two grab his wrists and pull them away from your hips, pinning them above his head. 

You pick your hips up and slam down. There's a loud squelch from where you connect, and you can hear Yeonjun's muffled moans as the appendage forces itself down his throat. 

"Shut." You drop your weight on his dick. "Up." And you do it again. His dick drags against your soft walls, a hot sensation slowly building inside you. "You can't do shit right." Your hands reach up to wrap around his neck. You can feel how your magic moves inside his mouth. How Yeonjun's gags and drools around the dark appendage. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and there's a light flush on his cheeks from the lack of oxygen. 

"I have to do everything for you," you seethe. "Useless." Your hips move in circles, letting Yeonjun's cock explore every part of you. "Can't even fuck me. I always do all the work, and you just lie there and take it." 

Yeonjun can't disagree. It feels too good to let you use him. To force his throat open, to hold him down while he writhes in unbelievable pleasure. You're so warm, cunt terribly hot it makes him squirm. It's better than he could have possibly imagined. Your pussy perfectly fits onto his cock, it squeezes him in all the right ways that he's surprised he's lasted this long. 

You scoff at his fucked out state, somewhat jealous. Yeonjun gets to fuck up consistently, yet he still reaps all the rewards. 

"I hate you," you moan out. The warmth in your belly doubles. Your pussy has drenched his cock with cream and slick. It makes it easy to slide in and out, to fuck yourself on him without worrying if Yeonjun will split you open. 

Yeonjun frantically shakes his head, trying to free himself of your magic. You slow your hips and oblige, your back magic pulling away from his mouth. 

His lips are swollen, red, and wet. He coughs and gasps for air. "Again," he chokes out. "Tell me you hate me again."

"I can't stand you," your grip tightens around his neck. "I hate that you mess everything up. I hate that you bother me." Your hips have a mind of their own. Bouncing and dragging themselves along his length. "I hate your voice. I hate how you look at me." You curse when his hips buck him uncontrollably. He starts meeting your thrusts, clear that he'll finish soon. 

Yeonjun only moans at your horrible confessions. His wet eyes look up at yours almost endearingly. "I hate you too," he moans out. "I hate how mean you are to everyone. I hate- ahhh shit, I hate that I can't stop thinking about you. I hate that I dream about you. I hate your skin, I hate your eyes." 

You moan at his cruel words. Your body leans down on top of his, lower body moving with intent. Your hands steady themselves on his green chest, squeezing and pinching the skin there. 

"I fucking hate everything about you."

Then you cum. Waves and pleasure and hot spurts flooding your pussy and his cock. You rock against him until you feel his cock twitch. Yeonjun's arms have gone numb from their positions, but he tugs against the restraints nonetheless. He wants to squeeze to plump flesh of your ass, he wants to leave your body with marks. He wants to remember, wants you to remember how you let him have you. 

His cum pours inside you, moaning and thrusting animalistically in your ear. Yeonjun snarls when your walls tighten around his girth again, milking his cock for all it has to give. He fucks up into you lazily, trying to ride out his high.

The overwhelming pleasure tugs at your stomach and sends your body on overdrive as multiple black points sprout from your body. They stab at the ground below you, the walls beside you. Yeonjun would have been terrified had he not just orgasmed. Instead, he smiles at your violent response, looking at the damage to the room.

A ray of pale light pokes through the roof where your magic has pierced it. He squints at the hole, making sure it doesn't disappear. Yeonjun shouts in excitement. You jump at the noise. Yeonjun nods in the direction and you follow his line of sight. Sure enough, you see the same beam of moonlight shining down. You look back at him, a mere breath away, 

You smile.

The sight makes Yeonjun shiver, his limp cock twitches inside you. He quickly replaces his look of awe with false confidence, flashing his sharp teeth. "Told you that potion would help."

a/n: this actually took me so long to write. no idea where I was goin with it. I had a lot of different plot ideas, but I decided to do this one. please tell me how you liked it! it's defo new to me lmao in case you're wondering! this is how I planned on doing the characters: robin- Taehyun starfire - Kai cyborg - soobin beastboy - yeonjun raven - reader deathstroke - beomgyu

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[butmakeitgayblog]

How did the relationship in the starlet non au evolve from their first meeting to the tipping point of giving their hearts away to each other?

Slowly

As in, glacial.

The idea for the story itself is only a oneshot, but their story would be a 25 chapter slowburn where they don't even hold hands until chapter 10 😔

Because you have to understand, these two are very deeply hunkered down in the closet. No one knows. No one. And when they meet, yes there's sparks and an instant attraction, but there's also a lot of fear and resistance to that attraction. So they just... ignore it. Pretend like it doesn't exist. Without ever saying more to each other than a polite hello in passing, each (unbeknownst to the other) vows to themselves to avoid the other and never let themselves get too close. Not in any kind of hostile way, just forced indifference. Out of sight, of mind. Because otherwise, there's just too much temptation there.

The problem is, they keep getting thrown back together. They gravitate to the same people and places, and are constantly finding themselves in each other's space. It's hard to ignore each other's existence when five times in the span of three months you find yourself seated across from this person at some dinner party or another.

Over many, long months, that stubborn insistence that they just cannot let themselves have anything to do with each other fades because it's honestly too hard. It's too hard constantly being around each other and putting up all these walls and feeling like they have to walk on eggshells. It's too hard to force silence and feign a coldness toward the other when it constantly feels like this invisible string just keeps pulling them back together.

So. They do the logical thing.

The smart thing. The thing that'll make this stupid situation easier and less like some kind of taboo. There thing that'll surely kill all of these feelings and the awkwardness of these run-ins in one fell swoop.

They become friends.

Because friends is fine. Friends is safe. Friends means nothing within a crowd of other people. Friends means feelings are innocent so it's ok to talk to each other over dinner, and learn more about each other as time goes on. Friends means it's ok for them enjoy each other's company within the safety of their sphere, and to miss each the other when they're gone. Even if they never say it. Friends means it's ok to text each other whenever they feel like it, just to mindlessly talk about their thoughts, their lives, their fears and their doubts. To dictate their every plan for the future.

Friends means it's ok to slip up just that once, because they were lonely and tired from working so much recently. Everyone else already had plans and neither really wanted to 'do something' anyway... so the logical thing was just to meet up at Lexa's house.

Except one bottle of wine turns to into two and two turns into three, and before they know it they're shuffled far too close on the enormity of Lexa's couch, drunk and spilling far too many secrets.

Like how Clarke kissed a girl in high school.

Well... a few actually. But only... Only if she's being honest.

Which then leads to a rather terror stricken and pale looking Lexa to admit that she had too. That actually, if she were being honest... she'd done a lot more than kissing. In fact, if they're "bearing their souls to each other" - which earned her a wine scented snort - she'd kind of only ever done anything with girls.

Well. Women.

No... No men have ever been on her radar.

And it all feels like so much. On a dime, that friendship that was supposed to kill all of these feelings completely turns upside down. Because nothing's changed, and yet everything has. And neither one knows exactly how to deal with it.

So, they do the logical thing.

The smart thing.

They go right back to acting as though the other one simply does not exist.

Because the attraction is still there but goddammit, now it's real. Now it's A Thing that isn't unrequited and it's a possibility that's more than just them being hopeless and gay internally. Now they know that the other one knows, and both of them know that they fucking know it, and none of this between them fits into any of their plans. So they're still scared, and still stubborn, and still absolutely determined that they will not do anything to jeopardize the careers that they have built.

That blockade lasts nearly a year. The longest, most miserable year either of them can remember. They individually shut themselves up in their own world, seperate from anything that could possibly connect them, and let themselves get lost in their work. They don't call, they never text, they ask before hand who will be at a party and decide then if they already have plans or not. They divide themselves and cut the pieces of their world away that have anything to do with them.

It's not until an awards night that they reconnect, one where Lexa won and Clarke was snubbed.

But it was just... Something inside of Lexa made her reach out because despite this self-imposed cold war of silence between them, Lexa had followed Clarke's work from that very first meeting and thought... dammit, she should've won. Even with the trophy in her hand, sitting on her bed in her gown and hair half undone, she still felt Clarke should've won. And so she breaks the truce she made with herself, and texts Clarke exactly that.

Other than a few fear-induced breakups in the beginning of their eventual relationship, they never miss a day of speaking again.

But that text of "you deserved this more than I do", sent with a snap of a rather glum looking Lexa holding up her trophy - hair half frazzled and slightly runny makeup from a night of too much dancing and too many drinks and schmoozing with people she barely likes... that's what actually changes it all.

#anon #starlet au

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is going on a trip with his S/O for two weeks and so lets his child to his brother for a while. How does it go?

Undertale Sans - Pretty good. Sans is already pretty close from his nephew/niece, he's actually happy he gets to have some alone time with them for two weeks. Sans is just happy to not be alone in his house actually. He's taking the kid to the beach and the mall, and even to Disneyland. He's buying them new toys and ice creams. He still can't cook a proper dinner though, to the point they're dining at Toriel's place almost every night lol. He's actually a little sad when Papyrus comes to pick them up. It was fun.

Undertale Papyrus - He's very happy to have his niece/nephew! Well, it's obvious to him now that the kid picks up after their dad, sleeping in the morning and everything, but that won't stop Papyrus to take them running in the morning (on his back, most of the time), and have fun with Undyne and Alphys a few days a week, hiking or to have lunch in the park. Papyrus plays the cool uncle, he wants Sans to be so impressed.

Underswap Sans - Lord have mercy. Blue took the kid only because Asgore was not here either. Even if he loves his nephew/niece, he was really fine just seeing them once a week or something. This is a bit too much for him. Funnily enough, Honey's kid is his mirror: super energetic and impossible to convince to just lie down for five minutes. Blue is having anxiety as they keep running on the road without a warning or playing with sharp knives in the kitchen. He needs a break. Someone saves him. He keeps repeating himself it's only for two weeks and counts the days, grinding his teeth.

Underswap Papyrus - The kid is actually already closer from his uncle than his father, which is a little sad, but that's how it is. It doesn't change anything for Honey, who considers them like his own kid already. They're always hanging out together, it's just extra time together.

Underfell Sans - The kid is happy his dad is not there and tends to get a little too much at home for Red's taste lol. They're a little monster, pranking him, running away in the crowds, randomly jumpscaring their uncle behind the corners just to see him screech in terror... Red wants the two weeks to end lol. He loves his nephew/niece but they're too much to handle for one skeleton and he certainly doesn't have Edge's natural authority to lecture them efficiently. They know he won't say anything and so just keep tormenting him for the rest of the week :')

Underfell Papyrus - He can't believe how much swear they know and he's so mad at this. Other than that, he's a pretty chill uncle as long as the kids behave. They know better anyway. Uncle Edge is less merciful than his brother and more strict naturally. The kids are little angels for two weeks. Red is shocked none of them were bad actually. That's witchcraft.

Horrortale Sans - He's using the kid as emotional support lol. He feels betrayed and abandoned by Willow and he's not living it well. Willow dropped him at Grillby's place for the two weeks with his nephew/niece. Oak is pouting the entire first week, and the second, he's acting like his brother doesn't exist lol. He's warming up to the kid though and they spend some time together, even if it's hard because Oak can't really help with their basic needs. When Willow is coming to fetch them, Oak still pretends he's not there and refuses to move. He's mad.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's more nervous about Oak being all alone in the wild with his human than about the kids. He loves the kids, and he's already taking care of them every day anyway. Nothing really change, except he's a nervous wreck through all the two weeks.

Swapfell Sans - Pranks. Pranks and mess everywhere. Rus kids are the worse. They're like Rus, but somehow with even more energy. Nox is screeching all day long after them but they're immuned to his big eyes and his big voice. He has no authority whatsoever on them. Nox is resigned after the first week. He knows his house is a battlefield, but at least he still has coffee. Until that tragic day when his precious baby served him blue paint coffee and he lost his mind, screaming and rolling on the floor. He's going to tell Rus what he thinks of his education techniques lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's terrified. His niece tied him to a small chair so tight he can't actually move and she's forcing him to drink muddy water as she wants to have a tea party with him. This is torture. That kid is not normal. Rus is traumatised, the kid keeps imagination the weirdest game possible, straight up torturing him or drawing on his face for fun. Someone comes to his rescue please... He needs help.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine didn't sleep the entire two weeks as he was terrified something bad could happen to the child. He's guarding them with his life, refusing them to spend even two minutes on their own lol. He's not used to having children around, he's stressed as hell but he doesn't want to disappoint his brother. He's a terrible uncle, he has no idea what he is doing and that's the first time he shows vulnerability lol. Please, Coffee, come home early. He's going to die.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Welp, Wine doesn't have children so he takes care of himself and that's already a lot, trust me. I mean, he's not sure how he's going to explain Wine why there is no kitchen any more. He might have put foil into the microwave and it exploded...

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[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Can you do u and x with Mr. Lucifer 🥺🙏

🎉3k celebration 🎉

u - undo, how do they attempt to be forgiven for making you upset? what do you need to do after making them upset to get their forgiveness? 

It's in moments like this that Lucifer silently curses his pride. He is all too aware that you would never intentionally throw yourself in harms way without reason. "You aren't invincible," but still he seethes, anger veiled beneath a low tone bordering on a hiss. 

“I know.” 

"And yet, you continue to act with such stupidity that would give the impression that you are." He's being harsh, unnecessarily so, you shrink with each sentence that comes out of his mouth. It doesn’t help that any defense you could have is met with pushback from him.

"You were in trouble, I was just-" he was terrified. You had jumped out in front to defend him, almost getting yourself injured in the process. Terror in it’s purest forms settled itself inside his chest, it constricted his lungs until breathing seemed impossible. But as you stand before him now, apologetic in every sense of the word, he doesn't convey those feelings to you.

"I don't need your protection. Not when it will most likely end up with you dead." No. Instead he scolds you. And regret quickly settles in as you stare at him in silence. In those moments where nothing passes between the two of you but air, he reconsiders his actions. 

He could forgive you for just about anything if you apologized sweetly enough, but the thought of you sacrificing yourself for him, frightens him. Fear is not something he is familiar with and he realises that perhaps he should be telling you this instead of chiding you for good intentions.

The silences ends. Hurt flashing across your features, and then anger. "I'm sorry for being so weak that my protection offends you." You pause, a glare preceding your next words. "Next time I'll just stand to the sidelines and watch you get hurt then." Sarcasm drips from your mouth like venom, and sting him they do.

He tries about everything to gain your forgiveness, except for actually communicating his feelings. Flowers, chocolates, hand written notes that say he's sorry, as well as texts along the same lines. But when it comes to sharing with you how deeply fear dug its claws into his spine, he avoids it at every turn.

However, he'll go great lengths for your forgiveness. Even if he must confess, in a voice so small he forgets that its his own.

"I was afraid."

x - x-ray, what are some of their thoughts when with you that they don’t say aloud? 

You have a tendency of letting yourself into Lucifer’s study, claiming that you’re only doing it to make sure he remembers to take a break. Not that he minds, while he might sigh thinking about how much more work he has to do before he retires for a night, your presence is very much appreciated. 

Every time he reasons to himself that five minutes of respite from paragraphs of proposals wouldn’t hurt in the slightest. Only for those five minutes to teeter closer to an hour mark, sometimes even two. For some reason, every time, you both check the time, and realise its been far longer than five minutes, surprise follows. 

You apologise for keeping him so long, but he always tells you to not apologise as he’s always happy to spend time with you. “I’ll let you get back to work.” It’s why, despite knowing if you stay he’ll never finish his tasks, that as you leave, he thinks to himself:

‘Don’t leave, not yet.’ 

#tw: death mention #3k celebration #x reader alphabet #lucifer #om lucifer #lucifer om #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me #obey me x reader #om! #om x reader #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all

[bravo4iscool]

simon riley witnesses a terror attack

this randomly came to my mind and i though i’d share it with you lol.

this is only a headcanon (!!), i won’t force anyone to believe this and i’m well aware that he’s fictional (since i’ve got so much shit for my last ghost headcanon😍)

this is inspired by the story of “obi wan nairobi”. in 2019 christian craighead, a SAS-operator stationed in kenia, witnessed a terror attack in kenia and decided to act before the police arrived. he had his gear with him, neutralized two of five terrorists and saved multiple civilians.

(masterlist)

if there would ever be a (terror) attack or a hostage taking, in public, while simon “ghost” riley is off duty and he’d witness it, that man would drop every fucking thing, rush to his car (he’s keeping his gear there. you never know) and he would walk into that bloody building like he’s fucking immortal, eliminating threat after threat.

precise shots and inaudible footsteps. this man is almost floating through the building, becoming one with his callsign. he’s becoming a ghost.

his vest is stacked with grenades and rifle magazines, the hand gun strapped to his leg as good as weightless.

adrenaline is pumping through his veins but his head is clear. he saves hostage after hostage, tugging them behind him and urging them to just run. he’d be extra careful with kids, talking to them to assure them that the man with the scary skull mask is actually there to safe and not hurt them.

by the time the police arrived almost every hostage is safely outside and the threat eliminated.

but before anyone can identity the SAS-operator who saved all those people and neutralized the threat Ghost is already gone, walking past the crime scene without his mask. He stands behind the striped police tape and listens to one of the hostages telling a police officer about the skulled ghost who saved them.

simon can’t help but smirk at that.

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #call of duty #cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley headcanons #simon ghost riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #please don’t give me shit for this again😍 #i don’t want another person stalking my insta over a silly little tumblr post😍 #i’ve been already insulted enough my anons over my headcanons🥰🥰 #call of duty headcanons #how would simon riley react during a terror attack off duty?? #well i’m about to tell you hehehe

[cursedvibes]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "cursedvibes "?

I called myself "cursedvibes" because I thought that's the kind of impression the fics I want to write give off. My first beta reader @kaitakushi agreed (hehe) and so it was decided. As for fanfics, I'm not really gonna rank them but more list them by fandom...

JJK

Complicity by SenZen_Travers

Mahito/Kenjaku and my favourite fic of their ship. The characterization is really good and this might sound silly, but I'm glad Kenjaku is allowed to bottom here for once (very rare with Kenjaku ships in general unfortunately...)

King's Ascent by Acromos

Unfinished, but best Sukuna/Uraume fic I've ever read. Uraume is asexual and nonbinary. Love the world building and general prose here. Most of the chapters are focused on how the two grew up and they only really meet in the last one, but it's still incredibly good.

CSM

Well Prepared by Gay_as_fuck

Fic about Santa Claus and Tolka, his feelings for her and how she used him and gradually turned him into a weapon. There are only two fanfics about Santa Claus on AO3, but I'm glad this is one of them, it has exactly what I'm looking for. It's sweet, but also eerily creepy.

Houseki no Kuni

Shards of the Two of Us by undeadrabbit

Technically Kongo/Phos, but their love is platonic. Absolutely wonderful, kind of like someone wrote down all my thoughts about what happened between scenes or you got some additional canon material. Very heartbreaking to see them slowly drift apart and hurting themselves and each other despite still caring about the other.

Naruto

xenograft by Misfit_McCoward

AU where Sakura becomes Orochimaru's student while he's in Konoha and they do lots of experimentation together, on humans and animals alike. I like how Sakura slowly gets sucked in deeper in Orochimaru's machinations and loses any moral qualms she would otherwise have about the research they are doing, going so far as to compromise her own health for it. Just the sort of Mad Scientist story I like.

Be It Ever So Humble by Orochimartyr (ffnet)

A civilian enters one of Orochimaru's abandoned bases and inspects what has been left behind. I love stories that show the horror we are often familiar with in a story from the perspective from an outsider, especially if it involves the discovery of medical malpractice. There's a creeping sort of terror as we discover with this person what happened and piece together what horrible acts have been committed here. It actually really influenced my writing and was what I always aspired to write as well.

JJBA

can you tell that I like the Pillar Men?

I'll Follow You by Opus_Love

A Kars and Pillar Men origin story with Fix-It elements to it, since this is the 37th version of Kars we follow and this time he has the chance to make things right and not lose everything only to be cast into space. I especially love the slow development of Esidisi and Kars relationship and the little tidbits of information we get about the society they originated from.

We turn that old wheel round again by dratinigirl

AU where Kars lands on Earth again after being shot into space, but it's present day and Esidisi has been incarnated as a regular human, which gives Kars quite the culture shock. Very sweet, a bit angsty, but all ends well.

Youth, Man, and Father by dratinigirl

Another Pillar Men origin story. What can I say, I love the whole culture and society people come up with and I'm a sucker for EsiKars slowburn.

Monster

Five Roads Home by Lindra (ffnet)

Post-canon. Dieter and Johan bond over the child abuse they suffered and how it affects them even now. Johan is being cagey of course, but still more friendly than during canon events. It feels in-character though. Also found it nice to see Johan living as a woman now, but removed from the identity of "Anna".

#order of fandoms doesn't mean anything either it's just how I have my bookmarks organized #asks #jujutsu kaisen #chainsaw man #houseki no kuni #naruto #jjba #naoki urusawa's monster

[moresrush]

Title: Distractions. (Ao3 link.) Fandom: Octopath Traveler 2. Pairing: Osvald/Partitio. Word Count: 576. Warnings: None. Summary: In which reading isn't as important as something else.

A lot changes in five years. Anyone can stop and realize if they look back at themselves — at the person they were, before those years passed, but for Osvald it becomes the most apparent when he observes the world around him. Specifically, books. From the moment he was able to actually feel his fingers again, he found them itching for the familiar sensation of paper beneath them. Frigit Isle didn’t contain nearly enough knowledge; the books that ended up there were often in various states of disrepair. Pages missing, ink faded — and worse: information outdated.

The mainland offers him a much-needed change from such a disappointing collection.

There are plenty of scholars whose works he had wished to get his hands on before Harvey’s betrayal — and plenty more, now, who have found new things to make him ponder about on his search for answers. It’s almost familiar, being able to sit by candlelight and pour over the scribblings of others, and yet even with a new academic journal in his hand he can’t help but experience something entirely new.

Distraction. Rather: a distraction that he doesn’t mind — one that he prefers. A comfort he hadn’t expected.

Partitio acts as this distraction a lot of the time; since their meeting, he has proven capable of being an absolutely too-energetic chatterbox, but Osvald finds the younger man’s silence to be what keeps making him read the same paragraph over and over again.

Snuggled up to his side, the merchant has been asleep for the better part of an hour now — expression blissful and truly content. Joining Osvald in bed had been wordless but his cold hands had done enough to give him away; golden laughter only muted because of the cold so common in The Winterlands. The days are shorter and when the sun drops the temperatures eagerly follow — which oftentimes puts Partitio into a clingy mood. At first, this was understandable for survival … but there are nights like this one, nights where Osvald forgets what he is reading because he keeps focusing on things about Partitio instead.

The way his breathing is just shy of a snore. The way his hair falls over his face without his hat to push it back. The way his expression changes — brows slightly knit before relaxing again.

Rather than care about things on paper, Osvald V. Vanstein finds himself curious about the dreams of another. The scholar knows too well that when his own eyes close, he is met with terror and guilt — with pain, and yet when Partitio sleeps it is always as if he hasn’t a single thing to worry about. Osvald wonders, idle, book lowering away from where he can actually see letters … if this has anything to do with him. With them — whatever this is.

Osvald has specifically requested that they not overanalyze, that they avoid putting names to anything — and Partitio has respected it with every one of his other wishes. The merchant is patient, adoring with expectations or frustration, and in the middle of the night in The Winterlands Osvald shifts to pull him a little closer as his mind does circles around more and more unknowns.

A lot changes in five years. Anyone can stop and realize if they look back at themselves — at the person they were, before those years passed, but for Osvald it starts to become the most apparent when he observes who it is he wants to be.

#octopath traveler 2 #osvald v. vanstein #partitio yellowil #fanfiction #trans partitio hours #hux writes #wakes up from a nap at an ungodly hour and writes this #and then passes RIGHT BACK OUT #a taste #BARELY A SMIDGEON OF WHAT IS TO COME #this wasnt even on my list of things to do i am a sham

[boyswanna-be-her]

I spent the last five days & nights w BFR, and before that we'd spent TWENTY of the previous 25 days together, usually only pausing to sleep separately. And although we'd been joking about it, I didn't actually realize what a mindfuck for me specifically it would be to spend several years alone and then most of a month with someone and then need to abruptly be apart for two weeks.

Emotionally on a day to day level that's just so not an issue. I spent years and years of my past relationships craving freedom and alone time and the ability to do whatever i want whenever i want it without waiting on someone else or having to take their opinions into account. I was definitely sweating being lonely and probably I still will eventually feel lonely on this trip--but getting on the highway today to head to Denver ended up feeling good and familiar and right.

But this morning was not that way. PTSD is fickle and I'm still learning my triggers. Being around someone I really care about is dredging up a lot of things that didn't get metabolized in my last relationship. And this morning, I woke up at 1 am on my couch with BFR in a full-on panic. Something about the fact that we'd fallen asleep in front of a movie instead of bed was the first thing that set me off (idk man, idk). I woke them up, they said they would come to bed, I went to bed in my panic and put on sleep noises and exhaustion managed to override the panic and I cried myself to sleep assuming I'd wake up w BFR.

I woke up again at 4:00. They hadn't come to bed from the couch. Legitimately I recognized that this meant nothing but that didn't matter. My mind has gone FULL police sirens now. I go back to the couch. They fully wake up and apologize for falling back to sleep and make room for me and I try to get comfortable w them on the couch but NOPE somehow this process makes my mind actually tip from being skittish to having a full-blown anxiety attack. I realized after a minute of sitting with the feeling of overwhelming panic and terror (which it took me TWO more hours to identify as a panic attack btw wrow) that none of the feelings were coming from the sleeping situation, but I failed to figure out WHERE they were coming from. So Iay there on the couch trying not to sob, so so so fucking confused about what was happening beneath the surface of my consciousness.

I just couldn't parse it. Like, BFR is great and our time is great but I don't know them well enough to be in love with them or even to miss them THAT much. Like christ, not sobbing over it! Not heart beating like I'm running type of upset.

Finally after I'd done every errand and packing task I could think of, I was still sobbing off and on so went to my Mom's place for a xanax (she was sleeping but luckily my dad knew where she keeps them). Then i came home abd I woke BFR up and basically said "i think I'm having a panic attack and I could use some company, like, fucking yesterday about it, and at least until the xanax i just took kicks in." And they got up and got their act together and immediately started uhhh taking care of me in a healthy way. Just sat with me and listened, said everything was going to be ok. And I talked at them and cried and cried and finally worked out that it had been a panic attack since I woke up at 1:00, I just had been deflected thinking it was bc I was sad to leave BFR.

In reality, there was this deep and abrupt CERTAINTY that I woke up with that my life had somehow fundamentally changed overnight and there was nothing I could do about it. It's almost 24 hours later and I'm still all shaken up to even approach understanding that headspace, but there it is. Between the fast onset of Jonathan's mental illness, his unexpected suicide, and the really awful way D ended their relationship with me a few weeks after Jonathan died, I have a very deep-seated belief that everything in my life can and will change without warning, for the extreme worse, ESPECIALLY when I feel safe, secure, loved, and excited about my future.

I just woke up and "knew" that it was all changing. I felt deeply that one or several devastating events were going to take place once I left town. Top on my list, when I drill into it, is that one of my parents or friends will get a devastating injury and/or die before I can say goodbye (lmao no idea where that comes from 🙄). It also felt/feels (when I let myself feel it and put it into words) 85% likely that BFR will change their mind about me while I'm gone and pretend like all of this never happened. Which honestly when I look at it with my logic brain is even less likely to happen than someone dying.

So I really got in there and sat with those feelings. It only helped a little bit to say it all out loud to BFR. It only helped a little bit to get their reassurance. That's how it is with this shit: it's not logical or evidence-based, so you can't logic your way out of it.

Eventually the Xanax got me, and I fell asleep in bed with BFR being the best and watching me and stroking me and waiting for me to either wake up on my own or need to be woken so I didn't miss my day of travel.

I slept HARD for two hours. When I woke up they were there waiting for me, sitting in bed. They had quietly continued cleaning my apartment, as well as gathering up all the snacks they had to send with me on the road trip today.

I felt so much less insane after the third attempt at sleep. Without talking through it AND a healthy dose of a sedative, I don't know that I would've been able to get on the road. I cannot think of a time other than during the sheer ego death of Effexor withdrawal in December when I was that completely panicked and inconsolable and SCARED.

I was two hours behind but after all that i was ready to go. I got the dogs loaded up and ran into a friend who said BFR was "a cutie" and we "would be a perfect couple" (i'll tell her later we already are 💕). I finally dropped them off on their side of town and hit the road for my first leg to Tennessee.

It is definitely taking lots of bandwidth for BFR to be there for me in the way that they are currently showing up. I know more about their history now and it makes me even more appreciative of the monumental effort it has taken to let someone new into their life. They had therapy this afternoon (let's goooo weekly therapy havers!!) and I could absolutely tell by the VERY serious tenor of their texts this evening that they'd been talking about us in therapy which is 1. Something a partner has NEVER done before, I'm always begging my partners to get therapy and they dont and 2. Incredibly fucking encouraging/affirming that they are indeed putting thought into me and I'm not stupid to be doing all the communication groundwork to build something nice. Shit is so pleasantly NOT one-sided. Like my last therapy sesh was me asking how I can avoid becoming codependent and wrecking my own life for someone, and their sesh had an apparent focus on communication with me and how to be vulnerable with me. The fuck? How healthy? Go off, I guess. We had a really thoughtful and helpful communication session (I had to pull over while driving but I did so happily bc it's really worth it), which in retrospect was not an easy conversation for either of us. We both were acknowledging some difficult truths about ourselves and setting expectations for what that means about a relationship. It's honestly quite doable things to overcome, and EARLY to be digging in, but it's also really fucking helpful to be in the loop with what they're thinking/fighting and I'd imagine vice versa.

But they sent me thoughtful texts all day (more than I sent them), did their yoga class, therapy, called me once I was settled in the hotel, listened to my stories about the day, asked if I wanted to stay on the phone and watch a movie together. I went to the hotel gym instead. Solo travel is going to be tough on my sobriety, and getting physically worn out has been helping a lot. Doesn't matter much what I do--just gotta tire out the software by running the hardware or something like that.

So. It was an awfully hard day. BFR took it in stride but I did not. I tripped up and kind of rolled down a fucking jagged hill. But all I can do is show up and try again and not sweat it too much that PTSD is going to be a part of my life until it's not. There's a lot that makes it worth it right now.

I think I have a lot of potential to create something special and rare with this person who has found me. Usually when someone cares about me this much and fawns over me and wants to help me in areas where I really need it, I find it a huge turn off. That's always made me feel misanthropic, but idk. Maybe there was always some thin-slicing going on and I felt that there would be a catch. But with BFR there's something I recognize there. The care they give me isnt a donation, or an investment, or a down payment. They genuinely like to see me succeed, like to see my pain eased or erased, even when there's nothing they can gain from me. They're happy to make me happy in a way that I actually don't think I've ever encountered from someone who was interested in me. Like I hate to just relegate them to the cliche of service top but they are indeed panning out to be someone who gets off in every way by overachieving in helping or pleasing me--and they're talented at making that service-y aspect somethinf that I'm the boss of, instead of making me feel like I'm a pet project or something to be changed.

That's my ramble. Needed to vomit it all out somewhere. I'm retroactively editing so my apologies for the everything. Pictures to come.

#bfr #colorado trip

[yama951]

Red Ringbearer

A bit of an expansion on the whole 'Halfa Jason being Danny's Red Knight with time travel shenanigans' idea. Got a bunch of other stuff mashed up in the idea and world building as well. The name is still tentative.

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“The Infinite Realms, and the very mess that is the multiverse with all its timelines, realities, universes, and dimensions, rested upon the unintended consequences of the beings we call the Firstborn. The Firstborn were quite literally the first sentient beings that ever existed, formed sometime between what you would call the Bathwater Epoch, some fifteen million years after the Big Bang, and the formation of the first stars in the universe, some hundred million years after the Big Bang.” Clockwork said as he captivated Danny with images of space, of the universe at grand scales. Out of all the stuff becoming the High King of the Infinite Realms has given him, cosmic history with Clockwork remained a favorite.

Sure, it was more class but Danny wanted to be an astronaut when he was young, so space remained one of the captivating subjects when it ever popped up in class.

“The Firstborn were the first to master magic, science, nature, technology, any field they set their minds on. One of the things they figured out was essentially creation out of nothing. The creation of the multiverse was an accidental side effect of their actual goal, which is essentially setting up an artificial afterlife with specially designed mental copies to allow the continuation of consciousness after the death of their physical forms.”

When Danny later told that to his friends, Tucker was at awe at the very idea.

“You’re telling me the Firstborn accidentally created the multiverse as a side effect of making an afterlife for themselves! It’s like us creating the Internet only to find out we accidentally created worlds with life in them, like... like… Tron or Digimon!” Danny recalled the tone of disbelief.

“They even created their own gods, based on their philosophies. We call them Entities, the first Ancients though they sleep yet still dreaming. They are, for all intents and purposes, the foundations of the Infinite Realms, and so all realities and all peoples are influenced by them on some level. Known as the Five and Two, the Five Base Emotions and the Two Aspects of Existence. The Rage represents all anger in existence but is also about making things fair. War and justice are domains given to it in the passing of time, as well as an association with the color red. The Anguish represents all sadness but also acts as the keeper of memory. The Revulsion represents disgust but also focuses on good health. The Terror represents fear but also safety and preservation. The Ecstasy represents joy but also pleasure. Meanwhile, the Two Aspects are opposite yet complimentary and both are necessary as too much of one side is unhealthy. There is the Self, the inward focused aspect, the power behind all left-handed magics, techniques, and methods, and thus seen as a malevolent by some, yet it is the power of the Self, the I, that allows boosts of power, self-worth, even godhood when strong enough. It is the power behind our cores. The power to look at reality and proclaim that reality is what one makes of it. The excess of the Self results in a sociopathic solipsism, the mindset that nothing else is real except the individual. Its opposite is the Wheel, the Web, the World, the outward focused aspect, the power behind all right-handed magics, techniques, and methods, and thus seen as benevolent by some. Empathy and understanding are said to be its gifts but an excess of the Web typically results in complete dissolution. Some say it’s fully passing on; others say they become one with existence. Nirvana is another explanation.”

Clockwork turned to face Danny, both to check if he was listening to the lecture and to see if the Crown and the Ring has attuned to him. With a snap, floating portraits of various high rulers appear, circling around the two.

Danny looked at the first portrait he saw and read the writing on the floating plaque below it.

A painting of a ghostly woman in a blue mourning robe and shawl with rivers of tears flowing from her eyes. The crown floated above her in a crown shaped water bubble while the ring rested on her finger. A sense of melancholy and despair seemed to emanate from the painting.

High Queen Allie Hambra, the Queen of Tears, the Halfa Monarch of the Fallen Kingdom of Hope’s Light, wearing the Crown of Water and the Ring of Anguish

“The Crown of Authority and the Ring of Emotion are not just the symbols of office as the high king. The history of the Infinite Realms has numerous dynasties, interregnums, figurehead rulers, ruling councils, and even democratically elected rulers of various kinds. But not all of them attuned to the two and gain true authority to rule. The Crown will shift to fit your core’s element, while the Ring will require the agreement with one Entity. The Coronation and the Investiture.”

Danny glanced at another painting.

A painting of a being of shadow with glowing white eyes posed in a rather rigid and subtly unnatural manner. The crown floated above him, darker than the darkness surrounding it, while the ring rested on his finger, glowing a white like his eyes with some hint of yellow. A sense of fear, dread, and anxiety emanated from the painting.

High King Oz, the Terror’s Awaken Mind and Avatar, wearing the Crown of Shadows and the Ring of Terror

Clockwork glanced at the painting with a cryptic smile.

“Some idiot thought awakening an Entity would make them high monarch during a long interregnum period. The Terror King ruled the Infinite Realms in a reign of fear, anxiety, and dread. Ironically, he did nothing that resulted in such fear. The Entity himself was quite an anxious ditherer and it was more of an effect of his aura than anything he commanded. He had to be sealed away lest the other Entities wake up and unintentionally destroy the Infinite Realms and thus the multiverse. He’s currently living through a couple of time loops in California, living out his young adult-ish high school years. Not your California, another reality’s California though there’s probably a version of him in your California. The need for multiple vessels to house its power and all.”

Danny turned to look at Clockwork, wondering if he was serious or if he was joking. Clockwork’s face kept the enigmatic smile. Danny then turned to the painting of the first High Monarch of the Infinite Realms.

The painting itself was rather bare and minimalist. A translucent humanoid figure, almost like a featureless mannequin if it were either see through plastic or a jellyfish, wearing a white priestly mantle of sorts. The being has two visible cores, which made it look like a humanoid single celled organism of sorts. The one in its head was the living core while the one in its chest was the ghost core. Above it was the crown in its base non-elemental form, looking like glass or crystal, while on its finger was the ring in the same simple style though glowing white. Danny chuckled to himself at how much it looked like a lantern ring.

High Technician Ah’Ou, Founder and Creator of the Infinite Realms, First Among Equals among the Council of Ontological Technologies, Former Acting Director of the Department of Applied Theology, wearing the Crown of Authority and the Ring of Emotion

“Now Danny, are you prepared for the Coronation ceremony?” he asked after a pause.

Danny groaned.

“Yeah, yeah, everyone’s getting ready for the formalities and ritual.”

“The Council of Observants were adamant in completing it once you had your Knight Protector chosen. The less legitimacy Pariah Dark has, the less likely the more opportunistic realms would try to instigate a rebellion.”

“I still can’t believe the eyeballs are technically the Realms’ ethics and oversight committee.” Danny groaned as he looked around at his lair. It grew a lot when he became the Crowned Prince by right of conquest in single battle.

He watched his parents organizing and decorating with their usual manic glee. Had he known his parents would have been mostly accepting of his half ghost state, it would have saved a lot of stress and trouble. Tucker was working on the tech side while Sam was focused on the plant decorations. They had to get a bunch of ice plants for the ceremony, to better attune the Crown with his ice core.

Wes Wilson was working with Tucker, focused on the camera work. The aspiring reporter grated on Danny’s nerves when he moved to Amity Park during Danny’s sophomore year, a wannabe Louis Lane of sorts if she was a bit of a conspiracy theorist. He later found out his secret and decided to help keep it secret from his side of the media.

Jazz was talking to Queen Dorothea on the invites, a soon-to-be certified ecto-psychologist, the first in her field. She had her parents and Vlad to thank for, being the subjects of her paper on ecto-OCD. Danny could imagine his sister’s voice, correcting him that it’s some technical psychology jargon and not ‘ecto-OCD’. Danny still can’t believe Vlad and his parents was in a weird love triangle mess of miscommunication for decades, that and dad revealing his bisexual love of Vlad when Danny accidentally outed himself to his parents. Lack of communication runs in the family, it seemed. Though in his dad’s case, it was more of a deeply religious and repressive upbringing, a family of monster hunters and grandfather being a self-proclaimed witch hunter and an ordained minister wasn’t really an environment to come out of the closet. Dad turned out to have turned his love for Vlad into a sort of Achilles and Patroclus relationship in his head. Still, a mess of a love triangle with incompatible orientations.

Vlad, in his ghost form, was inspecting the food selection with Dan, on probationary parole of sorts, and Daniella, still figuring out her own identity so her name tended to shift around, arguing over what food to serve. Danny could hear Dan’s shout of ‘no Nasty Burger’ during the argument. Walker, and Danny still can’t believe the ghost was his mom’s grandfather and a founding member of the GIW which explained the white suit look in all honesty, was there personally to keep an eye on Dan. Though the idea of him wanting to see his granddaughter and using Dan as an excuse for that was a possibility in Danny’s opinion.

A look outside at the training grounds, he saw Val sparring with Jay with Fright Knight acting as a sort of referee. Jay was the newest addition to the group. Fright Knight found him, trained him, and presented him to Danny as a candidate for his Knight Protector and Danny agreed after talking to the kid. He was still reeling with his post-mortem amnesia typical to those who died from violent deaths, Jazz’s words, when he was put through Frighty’s training regime. The kid was a natural at fighting though, and the comments of him being a street kid made Danny’s Obsession to ring with the need to protect the kid.

Danny let himself relax at the balcony, looking up at the stars of the night sky.

Except, the Infinite Realms doesn’t have a night sky full of stars. The ever-present swirl of ectoplasm was a memory of the universe before the formation of the first stars.

The starry night sky then moved, reformed into a familiar figure.

“Nocturn.” Danny said as he realized what was going on.

“Quite a pleasant dream, full of happy memories, my liege.” The ghost of dreams said with a slight bow.

“Ugh… I fell asleep during another council meeting, didn’t I?” Danny said as he rubbed his head.

“Of course. Nothing important was in the meeting so we let you get some needed sleep. Mostly updates on public and ruler opinion among the various realms from the Observants. Though rumors are beginning to spread on the missing Red Knight. A trickle for now but it can become a flood in the long run.”

“So, it’ll be a problem a century or two from now?”

“In the general public, yes. Those who knew of the Red Knight are asking questions, be it their curiosity or their worry.”

“Any news on Fright Knight’s quest then?”

“He is petitioning to go to the living realm to continue his search since his return. A complete formality, of course, if you deny him, he’ll simply use the knightly mentor loophole to go after his former squire he deemed as a traitor. A stain on his knightly honor to redeem.”

Danny sighed.

“I’ll make a list of people he’ll need to avoid then. Better some rules on what he’s going to do than nothing.” Danny said before he woke up.

He yawned as he grabbed the nearest stationeries, listing down as many supers he could think of for Fright Knight to avoid while the Observant was listing out the possible problematic rulers of the nth infinite set of realms should the current situation escalated. At least Danny has the rest of the council supporting him or he would have looked for the next person to give the crown and the three thousand plus years of accumulated paperwork to deal with.

Fright Knight was hoping for his petition to be denied as he looked at the list of names on the parchment he must avoid. Some of the names are whole groups like one called the Justice League, which meant that many cities are made into havens of safety for his former squire should the chase results in him fleeing into them, or Ancients forbid, haunting in one of those cities in the first place. The GIW, along federal buildings and organizations in the US, are also forbidden in his search for the missing Ring of Rage.

But he knew of things his liege likely wasn’t told of before his traitorous squire vanished with the Ring. The Red Knight told him of the flashes of memories he had of his life amongst the living. But the main thing that Fright Knight’s mind latched onto was the symbol the Red Knight placed upon his tabard and chest plate, a symbol he was adamant in keeping if modified to fit proper heraldic design, a robin with wings displayed and expanded in red.

Based on his information search in the Infinite Realms, the city of Gotham has a figure known as Red Robin but the city is under Batman’s protection, one of the people he must avoid in the list.

But an idea came to him and he began to laugh. Names have power. Names are masks. Fright Knight was told to avoid Batman, then the answer was simple. All he needed was some preparation and calling in some favors.

Jason Todd was destressing at one of those legal property damage places in Los Angeles. We went for a vacation then relatively recent events made him stay in LA for a longer vacation than planned. Honestly, he blamed the dark horse that was Trump winning the Republican candidacy against Lex Luthor. He doubted the Joker reforming and becoming Gotham’s legitimately elected socialist mayor and fixing things in the city would have happened under a Clinton or Luthor presidency. He hoped the Biden presidency would have made the Joker return to his old ways but the current political circus among the Republicans meant that the Joker doing a responsible job as progressive mayor was part of the punchline he’s going with. The thought of the Joker going scot-free with everything he did was fueling Jason’s pit rage at the injustice, at the unfairness, of it all.

Hence, redirecting it on smashing up trash and junk with a baseball bat.

Of course, Bruce had to go on a deep end and caused a zombie apocalypse trying to bring back his dead parents with glowing green plant goop that may as well be Lazarus water.

Jason smashed some fine chinaware at the thought with some extra smashes.

Bruce then allowed himself to be arrested, supporting rule of law or whatever, and ultimately had to reveal that he and Waynetech were secretly supporting the Justice League financially. The Joker had to publicly defend Bruce Wayne and Waynetech against the resulting right-wing vitriol while also making a comment about the rich and powerful not being trusted even with legal avenues to support the Justice League.

Jason stomped on a now broken microwave in rage. Enough that his foot went through the thing.

He blinked in shock at that as his foot should have been hurting from that but not a pinch of pain at all, even when he slowly raised his foot out.

He shook his head, putting it up on adrenaline, and left early.

On the way back to the hotel, a suddenly feeling of dread struck him, as if it were the distant ringing of church bells marking his funeral. In the cab, he found himself looking west, towards Gotham. Something wasn’t right and he needed to return. So, he packed up his stuff and ordered a ticket to Gotham, pit rage be damned.

On the way to the airport, he bumped to a strange kid. A rather lanky guy, young adult by the looks of him, wearing a yellow cardigan. The kid was giving off strong nervous energy as he kept on apologizing while picking up the fallen brochures for a pizza place yet somehow, despite it all, he was important to Jason. Which raised red flags in Jason’s head since he never met the kid in his life.

“Thanks. Vicky would have killed me if I lost all these.” The guy said with a nervous chuckle. “The name’s Oz, by the way. Ozymandias Phobius.”

Jason just grunted as Oz went to pat out the dust and dirt from his traveling bag.

“Stay safe by the way.” Oz whispered in a calm yet clear tone. “The knight has misplaced their retribution against you but you are not to blame. Keep the rage safe. Keep the ring safe, Jason.” Oz said as he stood back up. From his position, Jason realized that the guy wasn’t casting a shadow.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Have a safe flight back, Red Knight.” Oz said with a slight grin before a sudden gust of dusty wind made Jason cover his eyes. When the wind faded a second later, the guy was gone.

Jason made a mental note on that before he realized the time and went to the airport. He managed to catch his flight back to Gotham some minutes later.

#world building #fanfic #worldbuilding #fic ideas #ideas #fanfic ideas #story ideas #batman #random rambles #danny phantom #fright knight #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #monster prom oz #clockwork #nocturn #ring of rage #Jason is going to hate being the mcguffin person once he realizes it #Jazz succeeded in her quest to give everyone therapy #The relationships are still a mess but at least they're not going to go crazy angry fights instantly at each other #The GIW League of Assassins and Pariah Dark are gonna tango their way as the antagonists #dp x dc #dp au #high king danny #ghost king danny #red ringbearer AU

[thestalwartheart]

Saw someone on Twitter call craig!bond the rugged bond and Brosnan!bond the pretty boy bond... what are your thoughts on them. Well we all know ur thoughts on craig bond but I'd like to hear more anyways

Okay, so Craig!Bond is my Bond of all time. My beloved. My fed-up, alcoholic, just-holding-himself-together disaster bisexual. BUT my first Bond was Brosnan!Bond. I grew up on his films and loved him. I do feel like it's a bit simplistic to reduce him to just the "pretty boy," though I admit he is v pretty.

I think, in some ways, their Bonds aren't too far removed from each other.

Brosnan's is known for being really smooth and unflappable, but there was a real nuance he brought to the role. It was less overt than what Craig managed, but still worth noting. I don't think Die Another Day is anyone's favourite Bond film, but the first twenty minutes or so of it are gold. He gets captured and tortured by the North Koreans, then - in a breathtakingly cruel turn - he's suspended by M because MI6 thinks he might have leaked information, then he finally gets to safety and tries to process all that in a hotel room, where someone tries to kill him. It's on par with the Turkey scenes in Skyfall, tbh. Totally heartbreaking and incredibly acted.

Also, Brosnan!Bond is an incredibly lonely iteration of Bond, but it's actually something you only notice when he's in bed with his women. There are three scenes that stick in my brain, in particular:

One of my favourites is in GoldenEye on the beach where he's brooding about having to kill Trevelyan. Natalya (one of the finest Bond women ever tbh) accuses him of being cold, he says "that's what keeps me alive." She responds with "No, that's what keeps you alone." And then they kiss etc etc, but what really strikes me is the desperation when he reaches for her. It's so clear he doesn't want to be alone, even if his life means that he'll always have to be. It was just a great scene.

Then, in The World Is Not Enough, you have the wonderful exchange with Elektra King where she asks him how he survives, and he tells her, "I take pleasure in great beauty." I'm sure he thought it was an attempt at misdirection, but it was extremely telling.

Say all you like about Tomorrow Never Dies, but the Paris Carver storyline is one of the most brutal in any Bond film, and very underrated. They used to be lovers. He admits to her that the reason he left her years ago is because she got too close. Then, she gets close again (while he's using her for the mission) and of course it all ends up in death.

Daniel Craig gets a lot of attention for the romantic melodrama in his films, especially with Vesper and Madeleine, but Brosnan took the material he was given and turned sex into a real window into Bond's character. I was always really awed by that.

I think my heart will always belong to Craig!Bond, mostly because of the ruggedness paired with a clumsiness that's sort of self-effacing and hilarious (running through walls, falling on couches etc etc). People will say Craig!Bond is closer to the books and all the rest of it, but the real reason I liked him was because no secret agent would ever be even remotely well-adjusted, and Craig never pretended that was the case. He once said he played Bond in Skyfall like he was about to fall apart at the seams with anxiety, terror and substance abuse. In reality, he played him like that for five whole films. It brought refreshing sense of realism to an otherwise very unrealistic franchise.

Anyway, they're both very different Bonds, but the thing that makes me love them both is the same: that they're both inescapably lonely men who are trying not to be.

And let's face it, the perfect love child of both of them is Dalton!Bond.

Whew! Okay! That got insanely long. I would love to hear other people's thoughts too.

#ask box #james bond #craig!bond #brosnan!bond

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 23

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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I just can't stop running away I don't remember my name, I don't know where to go anymore… It's not my fault but I can't really do much These creepy monsters have me in their clutch

~Astray by Scraton~

“Speaking of bets—wait a second!” Mike exclaimed as everyone moved to the exit. He snatched Gregory under the arms as he ran past, using the momentum to toss the kid in the air and catch him with a laugh. “I promised Gregory he could ride on my shoulders if he beat me at a game—help him get situated, Fredbear?”

Freddy nodded, the grin on his face still prominent as he secured Gregory on Mike’s shoulders. Thankfully the boy didn’t seem to mind being handled so much at the moment—probably because this was a display of his prior victory, if his smug smirk was anything to go by.

“Alright, hold on tight—if you wiggle too much and fall off, that’s on you,” Michael joked. Holding onto Gregory’s legs to keep him steady, he stooped low to follow Charlie out the door, Freddy trailing closely behind.

Gregory barely had to lock his legs, as the robotic brother he always wanted was suited with a gyroscope to maintain balance. His hands gently rested atop Michael’s head, and Gregory made sure to acknowledge Freddy with a brief, “Thanks, Dad!” before they reentered the Pizzaplex and had to act like nothing more than a kid and his favorite robot.

“If you get an extra-large trench coat, do you think we could sneak into a movie?” Charlie asked, making fun of that old trope of two kids sitting on each other’s shoulders to worm their way into places.

“Hmm… you know, we just might be able to,” Mike conceded, glancing upside-down at Gregory for a second, before looking to Freddy with a questioning brow. “Does this place actually have a movie theater?”

“Yes—it is in the Daycare,” Freddy replied, keeping pace as they walked. “It doubles as a stage for live shows as well.”

“Huh… I’m not surprised.” Mike let out a short laugh, shaking his head gently so as not to dislodge Gregory’s hands.

As they walked past day staff, the group was met with even more confused looks than before. This was for two main reasons: as expected, people silently wondered why Freddy was out of his room, though no one was brave enough to question it. Mike reasoned that only Sophie might have the confidence to do that.

The other reason for the stares was because people were shocked to see the Afton heirs looking so happy—Michael’s reputation in particular had traveled fast in a short span of time, and those he came across were surprised to see him without a scowl or toothy smirk, let alone carrying around his cousin on his shoulders. Perhaps he wasn’t as cold as they’d been initially informed.

It both confused and delighted the staff to see the administration in a better mood. As long as Sophie didn’t see the group traveling with Freddy, they’d have a smooth outing with Papa Bear.

Despite the Daycare being a place for babies, Gregory wouldn’t mind falling asleep on those comfy, soft cushions—as long as Moon was locked out of the room forever, of course. It felt nice to be tall for once, too. He now towered over Charlie and by extension, Michael. He could even see over Freddy’s top hat.

All the workers looked at him with what Gregory assumed to be envy. They wished one of their friends was the pretend boss of this place and giving them piggyback rides!

Their happiness only grew upon entering the West Arcade. A hypnotic beat that pumped out of the speakers made Gregory somewhat antsy, so he played with Michael’s hair to cope with the thudding he felt in his chest. Charlie ran ahead to see who this DJ was, only to stop in her tracks as she rounded the corner. The sheer size of this animatronic alone had her frozen in place.

The DJ was awake, happily jamming out in his own world. One of his many arms was pressed against his headphones, while two others adjusted various knobs and dials on the soundboards. In this rare moment of downtime, he was working on some new remixes of popular, kid-appropriate songs that he’d excitedly show off to the next guests so they could dance their hearts out.

“Holy—” Michael cut his words off with a twisted frown, not liking the sight of the humongous, multi-limbed animatronic one bit. His grip on Gregory’s legs clamped down protectively, ready to bolt with the kid on his shoulders if that thing so much as looked at them funny. Freddy, on the other hand, wasn’t phased in the slightest.

“Hello, DJ!” the bear called, waving as he stepped onto the flashing, multi-colored dance floor. A cloud of fog swirled around Freddy’s feet, the smoke pumped into the room from machines set low to the ground to add to the party atmosphere. Upon catching sight of the bright orange bear, Music Man turned down the volume of his tunes and shifted to face him, his grin wide and static.

“Heeeey, Freddy!” The DJ’s voice was booming, acting as bass in its own right. It filled the room, made to be heard over the music at all times. As he spoke, his tone was slow and smooth, elongating certain words in what could best be described in a “chill” drawl. “I haven’t seen you in foreeeeever! Where’ve you been?!”

“I am sorry I have not had the opportunity to visit,” Freddy apologized, partially avoiding the question. He gestured to the trio lingering hesitantly at the edge of the dance floor, as far away from the huge spider-like animatronic as they could be without actually standing in a different room. “But I have some new friends for you to meet!”

Thank goodness he’s friendly, Charlie thought as she let out a long breath. She came closer towards the stage as they spoke, both impressed and horrified someone thought this monster of a robot was a good idea. Charlie felt as though the Music Man series was always so divisive amongst the children. They either loved the guys or hated them outright.

Gregory had gazed on to the DJ that towered before them, and was glad that at least in the morning, he really is a nice guy.

“Hey man, did you know you’re GIGANTIC?” Gregory asked, not in a way that came off as disparaging, but more in surprise. He just couldn’t comprehend how or why they needed a giant arachnid disc jockey. As long as the DJ remained cool, Gregory could be friends with the guy. “That’s rad; you’re like a spider!”

“Thaaaaanks, little man!” the DJ replied, his voice echoing through the room. It was loud, but somehow designed with just the right pitch not to blow out kids' eardrums—they had the music itself to do that.

“This Gregory, Michael, and Charlie,” Freddy informed the huge animatronic, gesturing for the boys to join Charlie and him near the stage. Slowly, Mike inched forward, clearly more nervous about the animatronic than Gregory. Once they reached the comfort of Freddy's side, the bear patted Michael's back reassuringly. “Do not be alarmed—Music Man may be large, but he is harmless!”

“Yeah, I'm not gonna hurt you!” the DJ reassured, though he tilted his head slightly as if in thought. “Althouuuuugh, I can understand people being nervous...” Usually it would be the little kids that looked like they might throw up at the sight of him, but in this case it seemed to be the boy's guardian. Wanting to avoid a biohazard incident on the dance floor, the DJ moved one of his many hands to a soundboard. “I could play you some tunes, if it'd make you feel better. What kinda music are you into? I've got a huuuuuuuge library!”

“OOH! Oh! Play Electric Light Orchestra!” Charlie shouted, feeling a sort of kinship with the DJ having been a very strange looking animatronic for most of her existence. She remembered hearing the song Showdown once at a roller rink, and she’d never been the same afterwards.

Gregory made a face, having never heard of the half-century old band. He’d shout a suggestion afterwards—if he really knew any bands. Unfortunately he hadn’t been given the opportunity to really explore music with his home life. So, instead, Gregory was forced to insist: “No! Play something that isn’t old people music!”

“Hey, that isn't 'old people music!'“ Michael scoffed, offended. His love of rock now winning out over his nerves, he looked up at the huge spider animatronic and requested: “Play some Guns n' Roses! Oh, or Journey, or Queen, or...”

Freddy let out a soft sigh as Mike began rambling off various bands, finding the argument more endearing than anything. Music Man gave a booming laugh, shaking the dance floor with the force of it.

“Tell you what,” the DJ said after a moment. “You're aaaaaall in luck—I can make a custom remix with oldies and newbies. There's a toooons of songs sampling 80s music these days, so I can find lots of things that gel perfectly!”

“...I suppose that'd be a good compromise; what do you think?” Michael questioned, glancing upside-down at Gregory, who in turn patted his fluffy mop of hair.

“Do the remix!” Gregory agreed, much to Charlie’s intrigue. Anything involving music she knew would probably be fine with her. She came to stand by him and Michael, holding her arms out.

“You wanna come down and dance, Gregory?” she asked, and though the boy readily accepted her offer to help him down, he made a face.

“Uh, I don’t dance.” Or rather, he didn’t know how to.

“Me neither,” Michael added quickly, cheekbones flushing as he shot Charlie a look that told her to keep quiet. Many a time had she caught him rocking out in his room to various metal bands, playing air guitar with a broom and pretending he was the rockstar he always dreamed of. But to the outside world he was too cool to dance, and this mindset still carried over after all this time. Besides, he hadn't tried such a thing in decades, so even if he did want to show off some moves he'd surely be rusty. In an effort to divert attention, Michael turned to the animatronic bear and asked: “Are you programmed to dance, Freddy?”

Charlie looked at Michael, surprised he'd even say that to her. She could recall several instances where she found him head banging, thrashing and pretending he was a rockstar. Those were funny memories, and she’d keep them to herself for now as she bit back a smile.

“To an extent, yes,” Freddy replied, realizing that Mike and Charlie hadn't actually seen one of the Fazbear Band performances yet. He wasn't sure if Gregory witnessed one before either. Hopefully, someday when things were put back to the way they should be, Freddy could see his family in the crowd. “I only have a set amount of moves, however, and they correspond to various songs I perform. I am not quite equipped to dance as you would in this sort of 'freeform' environment.”

“He's tried before, though!” Music Man piped up, still tuned into their conversation despite controlling three of his hands to get this remix programmed as soon as possible. The DJ let out another laugh as Freddy's eyes widened in what could only be likened to embarrassment. “It's sooooo funny watching Freddy try and bust a move! Oh, and put him and Monty together? Now that's hilaaaaarious!”

Charlie never danced very well at all. When she was a Puppet, Charlie was on a set of strings to make her dance. Even that was more like wiggling than anything remotely coordinated. But she shrugged anyway, setting Gregory down and nearly losing him in the fog immediately. Gosh, he was too short to go to a rave.

As Music Man mentioned Monty, Gregory looked somewhat nervous. He didn't think it was anyone's goal to let their new acquaintance get upset with the current MIA status of his friend.

“Oh, I bet!” Gregory lied, easily. “I can't wait to see that when the place opens up again...”

“We will be sure to visit,” Freddy said, making a promise to everyone here. This horrible situation couldn’t last forever.

No—Freddy wouldn’t let it.

Before long William would be defeated, his friends would be back in commission, and Michael, Charlie, and Gregory could finally have a normal day in the Pizzaplex, experiencing everything as it was meant to be.

While Freddy tracked Gregory through the misty dance floor, Mike couldn’t help his attention being pulled to the other side of the arcade where he’d spotted some games upon their arrival. A bright grin lit up his face as the first notes of Another One Bites the Dust blasted through the speakers. He could already tell this mashup was going to be a good one.

“Oh my god…” Charlie nearly swooned, she’d missed listening to Queen so much. The new tempo and beat made it fresh and exciting. “I want to go to a Queen concert…”

Gregory passed, kicking up the heavy fog in his path as he glanced up questioningly. “Huh? Isn’t the front man dead?”

“You mean Freddie Mercury? No, he’s probably just really old,” Charlie mused. “Really, really old.”

Gregory could see the hope leeching from her eyes with each passing second, and after a moment of consideration, told her: “Uh, yeah! Probably…”

Michael patted Gregory’s head in silent gratitude as he passed by, not wanting to upset Charlie either with the unfortunate news.

“Come on,” he offered, gesturing for the group to follow him. “Let’s check out some games—we’re still on a mission for tickets, aren’t we?”

“Let me know if you eeeeever want me to change it up!” the DJ said, pressing his headphones again as he bounced in time with the beat.

“We will; thank you, DJ!” Freddy replied, offering a wave which the huge animatronic returned. As he began following the trio he recalled a comment from earlier and paused, tapping Gregory’s shoulder to stall him as well. “Oh! Superstar, did you say you were looking for a specific game? If so, Music Man might be able to point you to its location.”

“Oh! Good idea, Freddy—” Gregory skidded to a stop, turning around and waving to the huge bot. “Excuse me? Mr. DJ Music Man? Could you help us find Princess Quest II?”

Maybe if he was extra nice to the DJ, the potential murder machine wouldn’t try and grind him to a fine powder tonight. He hoped. Though Sun was just as nice, yet Moon came after them as if the group stole all his glitter glue…

The music kept playing as the towering animatronic looked down at the tiny human. His back hands worked seamlessly to move the song into some current Top 50s Hit chart-topper that Michael and Charlie didn’t recognize.

“Princess Quest II? Hmm…” Music Man used a front hand to scratch his chin as he ran through the catalogue of arcade games in his attraction. After a moment, he shook his head. “Sorry, little man, I don’t think we have any game like that…”

“Maybe try just Princess Quest?” Michael offered, looking up at the DJ as well. “We found the first one in the East Arcade, so there have to be more.”

“Nope; there’s nothing with that title at all.” Music Man did his best attempt to shrug. “Although, there’s a huuuuge storage room with old and broken consoles up on the top level—maybe it’s in there? The area’s only accessible to staff, though… Not even Freddy’s supposed to go back there.”

“Guess we’ll just find something else to play,” Gregory replied, elbowing his siblings in their legs to get them moving. “Let’s go, guys—thanks DJ!”

The heel of his sneakers squeaked with his sharp turn, which turned into a casual walking towards the spiral staircase.

“We’re definitely finding this game,” Gregory murmured, chasing his hypothesis. “I don’t know about you guys, but don’t you think it’s pretty weird no one knows about a series that just explodes winning tickets?”

Even for all its flaws, 1,000 tickets per beaten game is unheard of for a monolithic company arcade.

“It’s definitely weird,” Michael confirmed, frowning slightly. “Especially the fact that they left the first one out when it’s clearly infected by all those glitches—”

Michael cut himself off with a start, frown deepening as his computer-chip brain worked overtime to piece together a theory. Hesitantly, he posed: “You don’t… think it has anything to do with him, does it?”

There wasn’t much to go on that supported this proclamation, though the weird glitching rabbits were pretty suspicious—not to mention that no one knew about this game, as Gregory pointed out.

“Why would he have anything to do with an arcade console?” Freddy questioned in a soft voice, not discounting the theory but clearly pointing out it was flawed like the game itself. Michael shook his head.

“I don’t know… I mean, Cassidy said he’d essentially been trapped in a fake one until he moved his consciousness into a new body without Charlie’s Gift, so I’m sure there’s things he can do that we don’t know—Ah, we… didn’t tell you guys that, did we?”

Gregory and Freddy were staring at Michael with alarmed confusion. With a grimace, Mike realized he hadn’t explicitly told them his father hadn’t always been in such a nice, upgraded Bonnie suit, but rotting away for decades in an original model. By the look on Freddy’s face, Michael wondered if Charlie ever got a chance to inform Freddy of the unfortunate fate of the Glamrock rabbit's suit—Freddy was the only one yet to actually see William, after all.

Michael heaved a sigh. “Okay, let’s just find that storage area—we can talk more where hopefully there aren’t staff around.”

“I'd bet my high score on Faz-Fighters your weirdo dad is behind this weird game,” Gregory replied. Only time could tell if his hunch was correct, and he slowly explained to the ursine robot at his side. “The working theory, Freddy, is that Mike's dad is traveling like a virus. Or—was. He, uh... Sort of took your friend and is using his body.”

Charlie could see how upset this was making Freddy, so she touched a hand into his. Since the bear grown more aware and expressive, she could see as clear as rain whenever he got upset.

“We're going to get him back. Remember?” Charlie always spoke confidently about these things. None of them actually knew for sure if they would come out on top. Not definitely... Though if it made her friends feel good enough to carry on, then of course she'd say it.

“He took... Bonnie?” Freddy clarified, his voice soft and tinged with hurt.

It wasn't hard for him to put the pieces together, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He might not fully understand why Bonnie was chosen yet, but it would explain the former bassist's sudden, random disappearance—and subsequent cover-up and quick replacement. The fact that William had somehow become a computer virus should've been harder to accept, but based on everything supernatural he'd seen over the past few days, Freddy came to believe this quite easily. His eyes widened as he processed his train of thought aloud.

“Oh my goodness... Vanessa has access to the Pizzaplex's computer systems, as well as working knowledge of the animatronics' programming. If Vanny is following William's commands, I bet she was behind the entire thing. She must have—”

He trailed off, clenching his fists by his sides. This revelation about Bonnie shocked Freddy to his core. He couldn't believe that his old friend had been decommissioned so unceremoniously for his body to be used as a host to one of the most evil souls in the world. It made him think back to the rumors of what happened to the rabbit, and that the only concrete bit of information Freddy had to work with was that Bonnie was last seen at the Golf Course. Based on how the others were acting at night, it wasn't a big leap for Freddy to assume the rumors about a certain gator taking Bonnie out held more truth than he'd wanted to believe.

“They made Monty decommission him...,” Freddy said slowly, his feet still moving heavily despite his mind drifting somewhere else. His hands clenched tighter, blue nails digging into the metal of his palms. “And Monty truly didn't remember, that's why he denied it, but... it was all just part of their scheme. They've been working on this for months, using my friends without any of us realizing...”

This plan was a long time coming. It explained why William hadn't given up so easily. He’d been lurking within the code since the inception of this very Pizzaplex. Gregory figured the group really hadn't had a chance to catch up on what happened exactly. He didn't even talk too much on what William almost did to him. Freddy didn't need to be burdened with that just now. He'd let the guy be angry at the fact his decommissioned best friend was being misused and mistreated while the soul of a digital serial killer puppeteered his corpse.

The room was far too dark to see. Gregory pulled his Faz-light from his shorts and illuminated their path. To their surprise, there were several 'play-tester' games lining the dingy office space.

“He's harvesting people. Kids specifically... I don't know why. It has something to do with that... That purple stuff...,” Gregory explained, his voice weening off as he thought about the needle that’d almost pierced his throat.

That fucking needle. Every time he shut his eyes, he could see it. The lights gleaming off the glass, it's medically sharp point staring threateningly back at him. Waiting to stab him and make Gregory apart of William's army of the undead.

“Remnant,” Michael clarified, placing a comforting hand on Gregory's back as the boy slowly moved his flashlight across the room. There were dozens of game consoles, most dark and empty, though a few flashed with dull ambience. They still had yet to find their prize, though. Michael shot Charlie a glance over his shoulder to see her still trying to comfort Freddy by sticking close to his side.

“I'm... not entirely sure of all the details, nor do I want to go into them right now, frankly,” Michael continued, wincing slightly as he thought of everything he knew and all the information he was not about to subject Gregory and Freddy to. “The only thing we need to keep in mind is that it seems to make people immortal. At least, I think that's the idea. So as far as Gregory—” Michael's hand moved to the boy's hair, running gentle fingers through the haphazard locks to preemptively soothe. “—or Evan, in this case, my father wants to prevent another 'family tragedy' using the Remnant.”

“What?!” Freddy practically hissed, his tone suddenly sharp with worry. His eyes frantically scanned the room, as if William was about to pop out of one of those strange holes in the walls. When his gaze fell upon Gregory with Mike's protective hand on his head, the bear relaxed slightly.

“We're not going to let that happen; don't worry,” Michael reassured quickly, feeling bad at making Freddy even more upset. Still... he felt the fatherly bear deserved to know why his son was so sought after by this crazed soul.

“I'll be just fine,” Gregory told himself. There was always a chance that they could fail. But he tried to think like his new big sister. He had to be positive. There were so many people around to protect him, and so many less robots apt to kill him went the sun went down thanks to their efforts.

Gregory slowed to a stop in the hall, waiting for Freddy to come closer to offer the bear his hand. “Promise. He's not going to get me.”

Charlie gave Gregory a lopsided smile. He was so good at being brave when he needed to be. Yet it made Charlie sad that he had to be like this so young. The maturity was far greater than most children his age had to act. And the saddest thought of all was how it reminded Charlie of herself not five years older than him... She was going to give some words of comfort, but Gregory shined his light ahead, pointing towards the back corner.

“Hey—let's check this one out. The one by the cutout,” he said, prompting the group to move closer.

Freddy's tension instantly released as Gregory offered a hand. The bear grasped it within his own—goodness, his little palm was so small in comparison—squeezing tightly and appreciating the warmth. It let Freddy know that his son was alive and well, and as long as those facts were still true they could get through anything.

“That's definitely it—good eye, kid!” Michael praised, mouth flipping into a grin as he walked up to the dusty console. It was situated against the back wall next to a cutout of what looked to be Bonnie in some pirate get-up. Michael noted with a mild shock that the game was lit up and ready for someone to play, despite it not actually being plugged in. He had a feeling that if they went and checked Princess Quest I, it would be the same situation.

“Oh, this is not right at all,” Freddy murmured, echoing Michael's sentiment. Seeing the console only confirmed that he had no idea where this game came from. Nothing about it was familiar, and the lack of actual power keeping it going was certainly odd, to say the least. The whole thing just gave off a bad vibe that even the animatronic bear could sense.

Gregory approached the gaming system, coin ready in hand. Charlie took the flashlight and held it for them to see more easily in the dark. As Gregory went to trick the game's coin slot, he realized with a queasy twist to his stomach that a credit was already loaded on the screen.

“Okaaaay...,” Gregory said out loud, wary but pressing start regardless. “I mean... Who knows—playing these might give us some clues on what to do next.”

The visuals were slightly more enhanced in this iteration. The Princess was still stuck inside the castle, overrun with black and purple goop with the shadowy bunnies on her trail. While she could fend them off after retrieving a short sword, it was still somewhat hard to maneuver around them on this isometric map.

And the glitches! Gregory tried to exploit them. But it was like the game didn't want to be beaten. He was lucky to finish this particular game with one of his lives left... It seemed like the more heart containers he collected, the stronger the enemies got. Even the Princess’s remark echoed a ghost of the same sentiment in the small dialogue box at the bottom of the screen.

“Everything about this game creeps me out,” Charlie put bluntly. Be it ambiance or design, she found a knot twisting in her robotic guts as she watched it. Charlie scooted closer to Mike, bumping him for comfort.

Michael slid an arm around Charlie's shoulders, the gesture completely instinctual as his gaze was fixed to the tiny screen. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what the hell this game was about. William was tied to it, that much was clear—now that they'd made the connection, there was no doubt in his mind as to what those glitching purple rabbits represented. But if they were meant to be William, then who was the Princess?

Suddenly, Michael let out a gasp, turning to the bear hovering by Gregory's side.

“Hey, Freddy—you said Vanessa wasn't always a security guard, right? Remind me what her old job used to be?”

“My employee records indicate that she was a beta tester for a Virtual Reality game Fazbear Entertainment tried to venture into through a partner company,” Freddy replied, blinking rapidly as he accessed the employee database. His gaze shifted to meet Michael's, head cocked slightly as he tried to figure out the man's train of thought.

“Do you know why she transferred?”

“No, although nearly everyone from that division was fired when the project was cut. The company went bankrupt, and the game never fully launched because of all the... glitches.” Freddy trailed off, his eyes widening. “Oh. You do not think...?”

“I do.” Michael nodded, glancing down at Charlie who he still held onto. “I don't know how exactly, but... what if that's how Vanessa was infected? And somehow... this Princess Quest series is tied to her, too?”

Charlie's face twisted into that of anger. The rage and despair she felt for Vanessa read so clearly on her face, and as Michael spoke to her attention snapped from the game to him in an instant.

“He thinks he's so clever,” Charlie snipped, agreeing subtly. “Hiding behind these dumb metaphors. William made a story, just like Cassidy… And hid Vanessa—the real Vanessa—in a video game.”

It was almost like William was taunting Cassidy in a way. Charlie could almost hear that twisted voice chortling, “Look what I can do! Not so special now, are we, Cassidy?” in that petulant and boasting demeanor he got when he was winning. He didn't care how many lives he ruined, or in what way.

Gregory had long-ceased speaking, more focused on the immersive colors as he slashed away at the ghost bunnies.

“It was so obvious. She's in the game.” Charlie shook her head, clicking her tongue in disgust. “For William to come out, he had to switch them. First he got in Vanessa’s head, and when he was ready for the new body, he just—left the missing half of her mind in the digital castle. Probably as some stupid failsafe; I don't know how, but... It makes as much sense as everything else in our lives. Michael—”

She garnered the attention of her pale-faced friend with a jostle of his arm. “—remember those robots in the basement around the table? The one meant to be your dad was dressed like a magician...”

The implication, clear as day now, was that he and his 'assistant' switched places. As if human consciousness was as simple as a parlor trick. William had been leaving clues about his own little crime right under their noses.

Charlie was shaking with barely contained rage now. She tucked in closer to Michael to distract from the poisonous emotion, burying her face in his shoulder so Gregory and Freddy wouldn’t have to see such an ugly thing.

“Fucking asshole,” Michael snarled. It was easy to feed off of Charlie's anger when it came towards his father. It took a moment of deep breathing to reign in his emotions enough not to march straight back into the Fazerblast hideout, and, if William wasn't there, turn the entire Pizzaplex upside down just to punch him in that stupid, smug rabbit face.

Although, now wasn't the time for that. He could get his revenge tonight as planned, but for now it was Mike's job to solve this mystery and comfort his friends in the process. He held Charlie close against his side, rubbing her arm to ground her in the present. He knew how easy it was for both of them to get consumed in memories and rage, and he couldn't afford to let that happen in a rare moment of respite from being actively hunted.

To Freddy's credit, he didn't bother chiding Michael for his rather intense curse. As crazy as his and Charlie's explanation sounded on the surface, it actually made a lot of sense in the context of the weekend. Hesitantly, trying to find anything positive he could, Freddy ventured: “So then... it stands to reason that if Vanessa's consciousness is trapped, perhaps there is a way to get her out?”

Not only did he hate the thought of the poor woman forced to do William's bidding, but Freddy worried what might happen to her after he was defeated since she was so consumed by his spirit. Would her old consciousness return, or would her mind simply... break?

Gregory had been listening vaguely, mind detached in a way as he focused more on the game. Still, he gathered enough to be able to answer as he neared the last level.

“If I had to guess—beating the game might do something. Uh... If that doesn't work…” Gregory paused, focusing a moment to get past a group of enemies he didn't think it would've been wise to fight. “We can always smash these crap-ass games.”

“Gregory—language.”

This time Freddy's anti-swearing protocol did kick in, for hearing such a thing in a child's voice was vastly different than a grown man's. It also meant that Freddy wasn't so distracted anymore, which Michael was glad for. He didn't want the bear to start having an existential crisis on them here and now.

Though when Michael's gaze was pulled down by movement as Charlie shifted a piece of long hair out of her face, he realized there was something they had yet to tell Freddy and Gregory that might prompt such a crisis... but for an ultimately positive reason.

“Right, we'll keep an eye out for anymore consoles,” Michael confirmed, speaking a bit quickly. He grinned, the idea of potentially cheering the fatherly bear and his little brother up in one go making him tap Charlie's arm excitedly. “But let's not dwell on the depressing things—not while there's still daylight out.” His smile widened even more when Charlie and Freddy looked at him questioningly. “Once Gregory's done with the game, Charlie and I have something to tell you that I think will make you both very happy.”

“Woah, a surprise?!” Gregory blinked, looking over his shoulder at Michael for a split second before his attention was pried away and back to the game. There was a short gasp, and Charlie looked back up to Mike as well.

“I forgot about that! Yeah,” she said, glancing now to Freddy with a smile. “You guys are going to love what we found in the basement.”

Charlie watched as Gregory passed the old king on the screen, only to walk into—

A security office.

“...I really hate that we were right about this,” Gregory muttered, regret in his voice as the game turned off, then loaded back to the main screen. There was no longer an option to put a coin in the machine; the whole image glitched out and it was impossible to select anything else.

“Really? A security office? For fu—reak's sake...,” Michael groaned, eyes cast high to the ceiling as he managed to divert the cuss in time. He didn't think he could avoid Freddy's wrath now that he'd pulled the bear's attention to him.

“We can only hope this will help Vanessa in the long run,” Freddy said placatingly, pulling Gregory over once the boy dislodged himself from the console. To everyone's relief, there was finally a smile on the bear's face again as he looked between Mike and Charlie expectantly. “I am very eager to learn what you found—please share!”

Charlie squeezed Michael in her side hug, reminding him not to curse so much in front of Gregory. The kid was beginning to pick up his sailor mouth. She brightened further as she glanced to Freddy and Gregory once more, both who looked fairly excited to hear the news.

“Get this—” Charlie said with a toothy smile, “—we figured out a solution for Freddy's power issue. My dad made another android; a spare that even he wasn’t sure what to do with.”

Charlie looked up to the bear, offering the human disguise. It was quite a staggering proposition, she knew. “Michael and I thought that maybe you'd want it, Freddy—so you can leave the Pizzaplex with Gregory!”

Freddy simply stared at her for a few seconds, jaw open slightly in an expression of pure bewilderment. In a soft voice, he questioned: “An android... for me?”

“If you want it, it's yours,” Michael confirmed, his own grin just as bright as Charlie's.

“Not that I do not appreciate the gesture, but... I am not like you.” Freddy gave a slight shake of his head. “I do not have a human soul, I mean—I cannot possess things as you can, so...” He moved his arm vaguely, as it seemed for once in his existence he was struggling to explain his thoughts.

“That won't be a problem,” Michael reassured. It figured the animatronic would immediately move to the logistics of the whole concept. He let out a small chuckle, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The body isn't meant to be for a human soul, unlike all the others Henry made. I mean, I'm sure one could always inhabit by force, but in a weird, cosmic way... we kind of think it really is for you, Freddy.”

His eyes softened, thinking back to their short but poignant conversation with his uncle. “Henry said that if we ever made it to this point, he'd want someone to watch after us and made an android that could do just that. Thing is, he’s yet to make an AI capable enough to be uploaded to it... But I think we can all agree that you definitely fit that bill.”

Gregory had been squeezing Freddy's leg in a near-crushing grip. The more Mike and Charlie revealed, the higher his hopes grew. Looking up to Freddy wide-eyed and dimple-smiled, Gregory felt the need to remind the animatronic of his technological prowess. “I could totally transfer your data into the new robot!”

Gregory didn't really care exactly what his dad looked like; he'd love the guy no matter what. In fact, he was certain he'd gain more friends if people knew his dad was Freddy Fazbear. It was all a matter of that damn battery issue the company installed. He wondered if they planned it like that in case someone wanted to steal one of the animatronics, or even on the off-chance the robots went rogue and tried to run. They were working with some pretty sentient coding, after all.

“You can come and go whenever you want,” Charlie added, happy to give Freddy the gift Henry so graciously bestowed over them.

“…If you don't want to leave, I understand,” Gregory muttered after a moment of silence, trying to play off the potential rejection as if it wouldn't hurt him to the very core. It was Freddy's choice after all. Yet Gregory would probably cry if the robot he called Dad turned out to want to stay with his old life instead of leave with him.

Freddy looked from Michael to Charlie, then finally down to the boy clinging to his side like the bear was his lifeline. In a way, Freddy supposed he was. Letting out a soft chuckle, he bent to scoop Gregory into his arms. “Now, how could I ever say 'no' to a face like that?” 

“Yessss!” Michael cheered softly, pumping a fist at his side. “Like Charlie said—it's not like you have to leave and never come back. In fact, it'll be easier to visit since we won't be stopped every time we come and go by staff asking why we're taking their star out for a vacation.”

Freddy laughed at this, more heartily than before. “You make a convincing argument, Michael. I will gladly accept.”

Gregory let out a thrilled shriek, throwing his arms around his father's neck and hugging him tightly at the news. Charlie was clearly keeping in some contained excitement in the way she bit back a wide grin at Freddy's acceptance of their gift.

“Oh, man!” Gregory said with glee. “I wonder what your people-sona's gonna look like.”

Charlie chortled a little, telling the kid: “I don't think we should spoil it! He just looks like a dad; that's all you need to know!”

She would let Gregory decide what that meant. But Henry did seem to design a man with an immediately trustworthy face. Then again, Charlie's father was always very talented when it came to character designs—she supposed it wouldn’t be hard to translate that to real faces, too.

Upon their celebration, the sound of a door swinging into the wall ruined Gregory's mood. Startled, the kid jumped in Freddy's grasp and his mind raced at who might be coming into the vast room.

And who should it be but Vanessa, the source of their recent discussion. She didn't notice the group at first, pausing as the door shut behind her to lean against it with a heavy sigh, rubbing her temple with her good hand. Her arm still hurt like shit, but at least the constant migraines had miraculously started to clear. They weren't gone, not by a long shot, but they seemed less pinpointed and stabby and more of just a dull ache.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, jumping when she finally noticed the group of four staring at her intently, Freddy's bright eyes glowing eerily in the dimly lit room. She quickly stood up straight, clearing her throat and attempting to brush some unseen dirt off her shirt. “Um, I-I apologize, Mr. Afton; Ms. Emily, I... didn't realize you were in here.” Her eyes narrowed, the unspoken question of why they were in this random storage room of old arcade machines hanging in the air.

“That's alright,” Michael said. He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he turned Vanessa's silent inquiry back on her. “Isn't it early afternoon? What are you still doing here?”

“I left my things in this office last night,” Vanessa explained, pointing to a locked room off to the side that was more of a standard security office with monitors and electrical equipment. There was a jacket and bag resting on one of the chairs, and Ness pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door as if to prove she was telling the truth. “I was just coming to grab them on my way out.”

“And your arm? The doctor said it was alright for you to work tonight?” Charlie asked. She’d already tried to subtly convince Vanessa that coming in was a bad idea. Unfortunately, the woman didn’t take her hint before and Charlie doubted she’d take it now. Still, they could only hope Vanessa would just stay home and give them less of a chance to hurt the poor brainwashed woman further.

Charlie couldn’t tell if Gregory was pretending to be stressed so the fact Freddy was coddling him looked natural, as the bear would try his best to console any upset child. Or perhaps he was genuinely upset with seeing Vanessa.

Truthfully, Gregory was secretly praying it would never come down to her life over their own survival. William had already split her mind up and shoved it into a video game; he’d certainly use her to obtain what he really wanted. If that meant getting her killed just to trap them, Gregory was distressed at the thought…

To their benefit, even though Vanessa worked the night shift and didn't get to see the daily interactions between kids and the animatronics, she at least knew that some of them just had a weird bond. As long as their guardians were okay with kids being picked up by giant robots, then who was she to say otherwise? Gregory clearly liked Freddy enough to cling to him in a death grip, and Ness certainly wasn't going to comment on the situation with his de-facto guardian in the room.

“I'll be fine,” she replied to Charlie, avoiding answering her question directly. The doctor actually told her to stay home for a few days and get some rest, but Vanessa couldn't leave the Pizzaplex right now with everything going on—she had to get to the bottom of this virus. Her job was on the line, after all.

Quickly slipping the duffel bag strap over her shoulder and gathering the jacket in her arms, Vanessa rushed by the group again with an attempt at a smile that turned out as an apologetic grimace. “I'm sorry I can't stay and talk—I really need to get some rest before my next shift. Please find Sophie if you need anything, alright?”

Before anyone could respond, the night guard slipped out of the storage area and slammed the door behind her.

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Peace of the Storm

Tess' eyes drifted open slowly, and what she felt was strange... something she hadn't felt in five years; 

Peace. 

Her world felt calm, and not one nightmare came that night as she slept, something she thought was a miracle considering that there hadn't been one time she'd fell asleep in years that she hasn't woke in terror. 

She turned her head to the side, her hair falling in gentle waves around her face, slightly disheveled, and found her new stronghold peacefully asleep beside her. 

Thor was still there. Still beside her. Alive, real, miraculous.

Tess couldn't help the small smile that greeted her lips, letting out a soft sigh as she watched him. She'd never thought things could change for her this way, never thought she'd find love or—more incredulously—that someone could love her as more than a friend or sibling, but as a partner, an equal, a soulmate. 

And she'd never felt as loved by a man as she had that night. Maybe that's what kept the horrible images and memories away. 

She smiled wider and a tiny breath of a laugh came from her lips, Kraglin was going to be beside himself when she finally showed her face later... Rocket would have that look he always seemed to do when her and Thor were within twelve feet of each other, even though he acted like he couldn't care less. 

Another difference is that she actually felt warm, not just the physical sense, where as she'd felt that constant coolness for a long time, she actually felt like her insides had thawed, her heart beating better than it maybe ever had. 

Tess reached her hand out, placing it on his arm, extended towards her where she remembered his fingers had been stroking her cheek some time when she'd half-woke during the night, maybe because he knew she'd always had the bad dreams and was comforting her through them. Her fingers wrapped around, holding in a show that she was willing to never let go, claiming and owning him. 

She moved in closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and feeling him stir and move his hand under her shoulder. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply, trying to memorize his scent until it was engrained in her heart, that musk that was so different than what she'd memorized of her brother, or even the fading smell she recalled of her father, theirs had been natural, grounded. 

She only knew one word to describe his; ethereal. Like the cosmos and storms and lands far off and something that wasn't from a time or place she couldn't understand. 

Even his very feel was different from what she was used to, when her scarred hand clasped around his arm, looking so small against the broadness and power of it alone, it wasn't like what she knew when she had held onto Kraglin, even with his double strength of a Terran man and years of Ravager survival. Even what she remembered of Yondu, for all the sturdy discipline she recalled, that feeling being wrapped in his arms that first and last time, and the battle-worn bodies they both possessed, they still felt so fragile compared to Thor... felt so mortal. 

She could practically feel the power and centuries of battle and immortal pain flowing through his veins like the lightning he conjured just the small area her hand could cover.

He moved to where his chin was on top of head, then dipped down to place a tender kiss into her silver locks. She smiled, tracing her finger again and again down his shoulder. "Sleep well?" he asked, voice thick from sleep so that it rumbled into her core like gentle thunder.

"Better than a long, long time." 

He hummed with approval, kissing her again. "Then I have only one regret." he said softly. She hated that her heart flipped over. But she stayed silent all but a tip of her head to inquire the answer. "That we waited so long." 

Tess could hear the smile in his voice, and she chuckled softly. "You are in so much trouble, though." 

"Mm, it'll be worth it."

"You'd be surprised..." 

He was silent after that, but she felt his smile, felt his happiness, and it spilled over to her. They'd both lost so much, yet for all they were broken she felt him piecing her back together in all the places no one else could. 

But she still felt herself so deeply in some devine chains of fate that the immortal would give himself away to the mortal, the god to the Ravager. The king to the criminal. 

And even though she knew he deserved better, she also knew he'd never be loved more by another woman. Whether she was truly nothing but a mortal assassin—a creation at the hands of the evil while he was crafted of purity and honor— or not.

#tessa udonta #thor odinson #udontason #silverthunder #steelgod #I'm just tossing out ship names

[ser-rctslcyer]

*shuffles in*

hewwo, my beloved-

so, i've been feeling very--burnt out lately? like i can't do anything & everything i do is wrong, & my fear of everyone leaving is super active for no reason. my sleep is basically nonexistent & i'm basically only sleeping for maybe five hours, but not like--in a row.

i'm waking up & dozing back off & chats are giving me anxiety again & i just--feel like i'm getting bad all over again? i'm also still not handling losing friends, even though i cut some off on my own, well & i dunno. i guess some reassurance about all of that would be??? helpful?

this is probably all jumbled & funky, but i'm like isolating again--which is also not good. so, i guess if a certain poe dameron could i guess?? help me through it---i may actually stop feeling so stupid & useless? doesn't have to be transmasc reader but if you do i will kiss you on the mouth & share my gummie snacks with you-

anyway; i love you so much & i'm sorry this is wordy/kinda heavy!

*rolls awaaaay*

Title:  And When I Fall, Piece Me Back Together

Pairing: Autistic! Poe Dameron x Autistic! Transmasc! Reader 

Word Count: 2.6k

Request: As stated above!

Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotions, Self-Doubt, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Crying, NSFW, Emotional Porn, Oral Sex, Worship (Boob Worship), Making Love, Breeding

A/N: I hope this brings you some comfort for what you’ve been going through— but also this definitely hurt. 

It doesn’t matter. 

That’s what you tell yourself— because how could it?

Billions along the galaxy lived in terror; hiding, scavenging, begging for any sort of peace, so that they may live without much fear or dread of what is to come. They’re distressed and tired— maker, they’re so tired of all the fighting, from both sides. 

The Resistance was just as fatigued. 

Too few in number, results of endless unavoidable tragedies that only continue to grow, even though you all pretend it will slow. Rations were dwindling, gear was rusting, breaking, and there were no new signs of gaining anymore. Everyone was overworked and miserable, a good portion were injured; every last one of you clinging desperately onto hope.

So why did your feelings matter?

Why should it matter when in the grand scheme of things, everyone was hurting the same, if not worse? Why should anyone care to help you?

It’s not like anyone would notice anyways. 

You weren’t special— you were just you.

Who would even want to help you?

You endure these thoughts, dragging yourself through the muck of your anguish, trying to perform your duties. A bitter fake smile, a small laugh here and there, and everything seemed as it should be-- normal. Everything flowed routinely, everyone acted the same, and no one noticed a thing. It was hard not letting your doubts seep out to those around you, they weren’t exactly to blame for how you felt; these feelings were up to you to sort out. 

And yet the seed of doubt had been sown— your insecurity and anxiety flourished.

There were only so many months you could take feeling unfavorable. It seeped into meal times first; excuses thrown freely of why you couldn’t be with everyone else. Next, it was downtime, lying that you were behind with reports or needed to take inventory before slipping away for the rest of the day. Even laying in the cool bed with your boyfriend, you slink away as your brain was relentless. Soon enough, you wouldn’t need one as no one asked you anymore, and you couldn’t even blame them. You couldn’t be a good friend to any of them— were you really even a friend at all?

Maybe they thought you were annoying.

Maybe they thought you were boring.

Maybe they never cared at all.

Maybe they simply forgot.

Those semi-feasible truths broke you. 

Those thoughts etched deeper into your head, and you found yourself quietly removing every bit of yourself from everyone you were close to. Most of your days were spent mute, not uttering so much as a word unless you were spoken to. Conversations were filled with such forced spurious energy, so at the very least you could fit in and not disrupt the flow. You were your own company for two months; no matter how much you despised it. 

Until he began popping his head in.

Poe. 

Your partner.

You’ve known him since he joined The Resistance, which was around the same time you inevitably joined. The two of you were thick as thieves, always hanging around each other, always being reckless— the feelings that developed were not a surprise to either of you, and fought for a better future, together. There was no part of him you didn’t trust, but your doubts were too quick to consume. The last thing you ever wanted to feel for him was the sting of rejection, and so you did your best to mask it— or so you thought. 

He never came to you asking questions, knowing how ultimately fruitless it would be because it’s too overwhelming. Instead, he sought you out, briefly speaking before sitting in silence. He never pushed for anything more. Simply, relaxing in your space no matter what you were doing; whether it was eating or working on your datapad, he was always there. You appreciated his efforts, even though there was not much you could say to him yet. 

A familiar humming breaks your thoughts and the metal door opens with a soft hiss. Poe steps in, looking a small bit disheveled with the way he had been running his fingers through his curls. It was a thing he often did whenever there was something that had him anxious. You eyed him from the comfort of your shared bed; he paced awkwardly around for a moment, unable to decide if he wanted to take his boots off or hang his jacket, first.

“Poe?” he came to a halt, looking toward you softly as you slid out of bed.

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?” you ask, watching him register your words. His eyes drop to the floor and then to his sides before he walks up to you; his palms brushing over your knuckles as his fingers wrap around your wrist. 

“I’m worried about you,” he whispers, looking down at your hands and then back up at you with concerned eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you worry. It— it feels nearly impossible, and—“ the explanation gets caught in your throat and your vision blurred.

“Star, we don’t have to talk about it just yet, just whenever you feel ready.” He squeezed your hands, adding to the sincerity of his words. You tried to push back your feelings, but the damn had already been cracked and a pitched noise left your lips. Instantly, you were tugged into his chest, his arms snuggly around you as he nuzzled the top of your head. Your hands found their way to his shirt, digging into the fabric as you inhaled your scent— both of you standing like that until he spoke up. 

“Star, do you want me—“

“Please,” you mutter out all too quickly, “please I want to talk to you.”

He doesn’t ask again, securing his arms around you before he slowly squeezed your torso. The pressure eases in your body, making you release a low whine— and from there it erupts. A broken cry of frustration, sadness, and fear, leaves your lips, and you break down. Tears stream fast and freely down your face; the noises brought forth from the pit of your stomach, that your chest hurts after a while. 

“I— I thought no one would care,” your voice wavers as you finally muster the words to speak, “because everyone else is hurting all the same and I didn’t want to burden anyone else,” you admit, pressing your face deeper into his chest. 

“I thought maybe I had messed up, that I wasn’t a good friend to any of you— and it just got worst. I didn’t think any of you would care, and it felt like it was all my fault and, and—“ all the pain comes flooding back, the tears return as you began to blubber. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby; I got you, I got you,” he assured against your head, hugging you tighter to him. His grip relaxed, an arm snaking up to the middle of your back as he swayed gently back an forth; bringing you slowly back down from your distress. It was quiet, only soft sighs and sniffles echoing softly across the room.

“It’s okay to need help,”  Poe spoke into your hair, pausing his movement to listen out for any sort of discomfort from you. When he heard none, he pulled away just enough to look at you, and caress the side of your face.

“It’s okay to come to us when you’re feeling bad,” his thumb stroked over cheek, tenderness in his eyes.  

“I swear to you,” he knocked his forehead against yours gently, pressing closer as a small whine left you, “you are never being a bother, annoying, or a burden coming to us whenever you need someone. We all need a friend sometimes and I’m certain every one of us would be by your side whenever you need it— Finn, Rey, BB, Jessika— even the General herself. We care so much about you, I care so much about you— I don’t want to see you suffer, baby.” You whimper at the earnestness in his voice, but your apprehension was too strong.

“But what if-- what if it never leaves? What if I keep ending up feeling this way at some point?” you blurt out anxiously, clinging to him harder; ready for it all to break apart again. Instead, his other hand found your cheek; eyes filled with nothing but fondness.

“Then I promise you, I will always be here to chase it away. No matter how many times I have to, I will always be there to tell you how those lies are— how deserving you are of friendship and love.” You sniffle softly, blinking away the tears, he continued to could wipe away.  “I’ll always make sure you feel cared for.” he finished, relief flooding through you; a tiny smile gracing your lips. 

“Thank you.” you whisper, finally letting yourself relax against him, and wrapping your arms around his waist. The warmth of his palms brought you more comfort, as he pressed his head rested against yours; the two of you basking in each other. Unprompted, he gently places small kisses over your face, starting from your nose and then to each side of your cheek— you sigh contently. 

“Do you want to?” he asks, nose rubbing against yours; both your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed lightly over your own. 

“Yes please,” the reply beckoned his lips over yours. Poe tilted your head up, sweetening the kiss as he stroked your cheek. A soft moan left from the back of your throat; your hands move to tug at the front of his shirt. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling your blood finally rush through your veins after months of being desolate; the burning in your lungs is a welcoming feeling. When he breaks the kiss, his lips still graze over the corners of your own, hands snaking away to the hem of your shirt. You step back as well, giving him a curt nod, and he pulls your shirt up over your head. The cool breeze makes you shudder, but not as bad as when his mouth places tender wet kisses over your tits. You don’t get much of a chance to react as he kneels down before you, mouth over your stomach and down to your sweatpants. He peels them, along with your bottoms slowly down in one go; sucking and nipping over the flesh of your inner thighs. You cursed, holding his head and shoulder for support, which he chuckles about. He stays there for a moment, leaving the sweetest trail of kisses over the ‘v’ of your hips, glancing up ever so often to look at you. When he was done, he got up, fingers massaging over your hips as you stood bare before him. 

He’s smiling as he kisses you again, pulling you closer to him. His tongue swipes over the inside of your mouth, drawing more noises out of you as he backed you against the bed. Carefully, his grip tightens as he lifts you up and you take the hint, pressing up off your feet and wrapping your legs around his waist. He sets you down to the soft sheets; pressing all sorts of kisses over your jaw and your neck. The desire set deep within your belly and after minutes of teasing, he moves away to admire his handy work. 

Tugging off his own jacket and shirt with ease; his necklace bounces against his chest before he kicked off his boots. Keeping his eyes on you, he shimmies out of his own bottoms before climbing between your legs; hiking one up over his shoulder as he sinks down. The flat swipe of his tongue makes you cry out and moan as he suckles on your clit. Your stomach quivers as he laps enthusiastically, sending waves of pleasure through you. He keeps one hand tightly gripping your hip, as the other slide up to grab your boob; kneading it adamantly. You don’t hold any of your screams back as he presses his face deeper into your cunt. His tongue pumps skillfully in and out of you and the stimulation from his hands and mouth were all too much and you came hard. He devours the rest of your juices, moving back up when you began to whine. 

The sweet taste of yourself from his tongue makes you shudder as you brush your thigh against his hip. He pulls your legs around him, stroking his hard cock again your dripping wet core as he sucks darker hickeys onto your neck. He groans, taking himself in one hand and pressing the tip of his cock to your clit; looking at you needily. 

“Pretty boy, can I?” his voice cracks; sending shivers down your spine. 

He wants you.

He loves you. 

“Please, Poe,” you whine, trying to roll your hips, enjoying the small amount of friction you got. He moans, following along with your rhythm, grinding his cock against your folds until he couldn’t take it anymore and sunk in. Moans echo freely between the two of you as he bottoms out, burying his face into your neck. Pleasure and desire buzz through your entire body as you beg for him to move.

With a firm yet slow roll of his hips, he thrusts deeply in and out of you; sending shockwaves of whines out of you. Your toes curl in an instant as his teeth latch onto the part where your neck and shoulder meet. You don’t mean for your nails to dig into the skin of his back, but everything inside of you hungers to feel more of him– to feel good. You fall deeper into that feeling as his hips kept meeting yours and the sweet nothings that flew out of his mouth, like your own personal shooting stars. His kisses felt like fire, sloppy and yet the most passionate ones he had ever given. You lost track of yourself, whines and whimpers leaving freely as the knot in your stomach grew. 

“I’m here, I’m here,” his right hand leaves your hip to cup the back of your neck, pressing another needy kiss to your lips, “I’m right here, baby.” His hips began to move faster, grinding against your own as he brought you closer. There was no coherent thought left in your brain as he rolled his hips thoroughly and soon you were toppling over into the abyss of pleasure. You came harder than you ever had with the sharp cry of his name, your body humming blissfully as he continued thrusting. Not long after he came to a halt, pressing deep inside of you as he came with the soft whine of your name against your cheek. You could feel just how much he had filled you, a wrecked whine leaving you; nearly convincing you that you came again. You both held onto each other for a moment, catching your breaths, before he found enough strength to flip the two of you over so that you were resting on his chest. It was a bit of haze for a moment until Poe began speaking, slowly talking you out of your space and pressing short kisses to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he mumbled, pecking your lips, “I promise  Star, I always will.”

“I love you too,” you whisper sleepily back, catching the delighted grin on his face before you began to drift off. His fingers gently stroked over your arm, lulling you into one of the best nights of sleep you had gotten in a while. 

Reminded that you were loved and cared for.

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