#and now its hard to be just cold nd calculative

[daemon-in-my-head]

Gortash isn't cold and calculative. He's numb. He's Raphael's foil, the human with a devil's mask. It's a facade. That man simply resigned himself and considers emotions a worthless expense of energy he'd rather use otherwise.

Until a durge comes along. A fucked up individual who can be perfectly reasonable and rational but also just so so impulsive and unpredictable. Somebody who will respond to his reason with 'don't like it ain't doing it' and who's confident in it since what's that tyrant gonna do? Kill a godling? Good luck trying. Durge after all is incredibly arrogant and 1000% used 'don't feel like it' as a reason to get out of doing shit.

Gortash is numb and resigned until the ultimate lightswitch shows up and actually catches him off guard. Finally manages to destroy his ruthless calculations with twisted desire and irrationality.

There I said it.

[spacegaywritings]

“Snuggles” - Part Three of “Little Tales” (an age regression series)

General Audience

Little Roman, Little Remus

Summary: Ree and Ro are cuddly when smol. When Ree comes in, teary and short of words, Ro knows it is cuddle time for not just him but his best little bean too. They snuggle up and babble about nice things. Ro colours and Ree just clings to him while holding a little goblin plushie.

Tags: age regression, little roman, little remus, plushie, snuggles, tears, soft, cuddles, post-split, darkness, mentions of Janus and Virgil, mentions of other sides, mentions of bad relationships to Virgil, rat mention, tall things, night time, absolutely adorable littles being together. Mentions of patton, mentions of dark/light side split, past warmth

Please be mindful to not tag/ add any ships or shipping content - this is age regression and there are no relationships of any kind happening. Please respect that.

Previous parts: 1 // 2 // ao3 1 // ao3 2 // ao3 overview // masterlist

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Story under the cut (Wordcount: 2k)

It was dark when Remus slipped out of his bed.

 Everything was so tall, so big. The little gently clutched his blanket. It was thin, soft. His favourite blanket. It was light grey and had little rats on it. They had different colours and were special and precious to him.

He patted the fabric, as if to pat his favourite rat friends. They all had names, they all had a story and a place in his heart.

He drew the fabric closer around him. It provided little warmth but it was as good as it would get for now. The smell was rough and rubbed his nose.

 It was still dark. There was not a single source of light in his room. His bed was too big, too spacious and far away from the door or the window.. Remus looked around, black wrapping around his tired eyes.

Darkness was scary... and he felt too small and tiny to deal with it. He was just tiny and wanted snuggled.

 And his little Harry Snuffles was missing, too!

 “Mean..”, he mumbled to himself.

 Remus had his blanket wrapped around himself, a bit like a cape. He held onto the light fabric and slowly stepped out of his room. His mind was hazy and somewhat light. It was hard to think but he had to pay attention where he set his foot on. His room was a chaotic mess and if he stepped on legos, he would cry on the spot. With calculated steps, routine-led feet guided him from his bed to the big door where he slowly pulled the door open.

 Just a small peek... only for a bit, he told himself.

 The little slowly tapped forward, steps soft, silent. He could hear Virgil’s music buzzing in the background. The dim purple lights illuminated the space under his door. Remus wanted to go to him but the emo was so mean when he felt tiny... Memories of their interactions flooded his mind and pulled his lips down. A small layer of liquid covered his eyes and Remus shook his head.

 No, he would not go.

 His eyes wandered over to the other doors in the dark hallway but he shook his head at them as well. There was no way he could go there. Remus took his blanket and quickly moved down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and the other doors around him.

 Soon, the lights and voices were gone. No other sides were behind him. Instead, he crossed the intersection of hallways and turned to move into the direction of the only room to bring him comfort during these trying times.

 He waddled forward and as he did so, he approached the big gate before him. It was already impressively tall but the closer he got, the more the gate revealed of its gargantuan nature. It hovered above his metaphysical butt.

 Hehe, butt.

 Remus hugged his blanket closer. He shook his messy hair. It was brown but a funny skunk-like strand started appearing in it. Janus had said it was because he was so stinky.

The little was not a stinky but he liked the word. Stinky, stinky, stinky. Stinki mans! He was a stinki boi!!

 He giggled.

 His small noises filled the room as much as his heart. The darkness of the hallways seemed to let go off him and he slowly pushed at the door to gain entrance. The big emblem, a red shield, parted into two halves. Remus sneaked through the little space between the two doors and shut it completely behind him. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could but it still made a muffled sound when closing.

 The heavy stone plates clacked together because Remus was not only a stinki mans, he was also a stronk boi! He moved things!!

 Once inside and having sealed the entrance, the little relished in the small victory. He had gotten here all by himself like a really tol boi and he was not hurt and did not make anyone angry. Also also!! Nobody was disturbed by him taking a walk around. Everyone was still napping hard. Remus giggled to himself again.

Pride welled up inside of them and he carefully made his way forward, his grip on the blanket softer than before. It was a holding more than a gripping or even clutching. He loosely kept the blanket around him for the warmth and comfort.

 It was only now that Remus took the time to look around and take in all in.

 Compared to his dark, chaotic room, this one welcomed him with open arms. There was a warmth in the caring hug whenever he set foot on the light side territory. Roman’s room was right at the edge of it.

 The little followed the strings of fairy lights hanging from the sides of the room. It was the perfect system to lead him over to what and whom he was there for.

 The sound of his steps were loyally muffled by the rugs underneath. They smelled clean and warm. Remus stood for a moment, simply curling and uncurling his toes. His feet shifted a bit and he walked on the spot, just rubbing his feet into the soft little nubs underneath him.

The rug was red. Red like his former self had been, too.

 Another layer of hot tears build up in his eyes and Remus sniffled silently, sinking into the rug. He had not even reached the bed he had came for. The little hugged his blanket, burying his head in it.

 “Stinki..”, he mumbled into his fabric. It did not smell warm, it was rather harsh and lacked any kind of hugs.

He rubbed his nose into it and whined at the missing warmth in his heart.

 “Ree....?”

 A tiny voice arose from the dimly lit room. Shuffling and rustling happened. It came from the bed and Remus clenched his teeth together, his jaw somewhat hardening.

 “U got my stuffy!”

 He turned to Roro, tears in his eyes and blanket bundled up in his arms. In his sniffling frenzy, he had started pulling it together as if to make it into a companion for hugs, a companion for who was meant to be next to him.

He sniffed once more, a pouting look on his face as he turned to the sleepy Roro. He was in his room, so it was not a surprise to see him in here.

 “Giv it back.”

 Remus stepped closer, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. Roman shifted in bed and patted the space next to him.

 “Ree...”

 He whispered, the words almost lost between them. The distance separating them was spatially just about a foot but metaphorically marked by a whole border.

 “Mn... Nu, I wan my lil fren back.. Wan my Snuffles back!”

 Roman tilted his head and sobbed a bit.

 “Awaw.. I - I wan my Ree back..”

 The addressed little cried and climbed in, holding his blanket dear.

 “Gimme Snuffles n I gib u cuddles.”

 Roman looked at him, eyes innocent and face soft. He shrugged and done in to hug his Ree and hold him close.

 “Snuffles..”

 He pointed at his lap, softly pulling the blanket away. It was a warm white with golden symbols all over. The fabric seemed to be cotton. It felt cold but warm and questionably comfortable.

 Ree saw his fren with his fren and slowly reached out for it. Instead of reaching for it, he took Roro’s hand and squeezed it.

 “Fren.. Frens hug n snuggle for hapy feels!”

 Happy tears rolled over his cheeks and Roro nodded, squeezing his hand back. He shifted closer to his Ree and hugged him closer. He inhaled the harsher smells he had missed, he bathed himself in the lovely chaos and the comfort of unlimited creative frenzy.

 They hugged, feeling whole at once.

 Ro nudged the other and patted the space next to him. Ree took the hint and they laid down together. The light side nudged the stuffie over and pouted a bit. Ree felt his little stinki toi return and he held Harry Snuffles close. It was a green cyclops with a big big club in his hand.

 The plushie was returned to his arms and Ree gently cradled him close. He sniffled, hugging his plushie against his face to dry his tears. Ro drew blankets around them and curled up with Ree. They had a next of warm and cuddly blankets. His bed had veils covering him from the world. The perfect addition when he got smol and wanted to hide and snuggle a bit.

He conjured up another blankie and used it mark the sides of his bed with more warmth and comfort.

 Ree looked up at him, a soft smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Roro, holding him close. Harry Snuffles was between them and rested in their shared embrace. The littles looked at one another after a while and giggled a bit.

 “Share!”, Ree demanded and Roro happily giggled, excited squeaks coming from his side.

 Roro shook his light head and patted his equal ever so gently.

 “We share? Share share!!”

 Another bout of energy hit him and the light side bounced on his shared bed. It was so big, but with Ree in it, it was just big enough for the two! Ro moved and grabbed his white blanket. It was big but soon covered their legs, then their upper bodies and even the pretty cyclops between their chests.

 “Shar’n s.. s gud.. s car’n”, Roro philosophised.

 Ree nodded sagely and snuggled up under the blanket until his face could barely be seen. His eyes and the light strand peeked out from under the white fabric but other than that, he was covered up. Roro pulled a set of pillows close and giggled as he patted one of them.

 “Wawamewons!”

 Ree looked at it and curled up, poking it a bit.

 “Hihi.. wawawemons”, Ree chuckled under his breath. Ro’s voice dissolved into another set of giggles and he carefully drew Ree closer.

 “Siwwy!”

 Ree giggled, nodding.

Little tears built up at the corner of his eyes and he grinned at his Roro, enjoying the fruits all over the pillow. Ree curiously tugged it closer until it was between them. His hands moved to place the cyclop’s head on the pillow as if Harry Snuffles was to sleep.

 “Hawwy gets scawwy! Needs lotsa lotsa snugs!”

 DEmonstratively, he placed his arms around the stuffie and Roro did as told, holding Ree and the pillow-Snuffles combination.

 “We.. we snug.. n .. n we hug”, he mumbled, speech slurred.

 To enforce his point, Ro nodded weakly. It was barely visible and Ree felt the same. His body felt heavy with the warm and heavy blankie on them. Roro holding him was nice and the smell made his eyes flutter shut and then make them too heavy to stay open!

 He blabbered a bit.

 “Mwen, mwean,, eys... he-heb,,hebby,,-”

 His speech was just as unclear as Roro’s but that was because the little was fighting every bit of sleepy whims. His eye lids shot up for a moment but immediately fell back to sleep and when he tried to kick his legs to annoy the other or move the blankie, his limbs were too heavy to be moved.

 He fought his eyes open one more time, catching a last glimpse of Roro holding him close and the watermelon pillow between them where Mister Snuffles was located on.

Before him was the comfort and the warmth he missed ever since the split.

 “Mw..k..kin..”, he started but he fell asleep before he could say any more. His hands were around Roro and another one rested on Snuffle’s upper arm.

 His mind was foggy, thoughts lame as the overwhelming tiredness lulled him back to sleep with tempting dreams and memories of being whole.

He sighed in his sleep, sleepy head letting go off his grip on the reality that was the mindscape.

 In a few hours, he could wake up again and be the stinki mans Janus saw in him.. but until then, he would be with Roro and snuggle and feel loved like when Patton used to when he made him his rat blankie.

 He sniffled.

 It was good to be back.

[galaxylohnce]

VUD paladin headcanons!!!!

BTW this is based off of @voltronuniversaldefender ‘s reboot!!! CHECK THEM OUT THEYRE DOING GOD’S WORK

also i have read approx 2 headcanons and baRELY understand this AU so if there are similarities to anyone else or inconsistencies iT IS AN ACCIDENT AND IM SORRY

anyway this is just about the 4 confirmed paladins BET ill be doing more about Fa’rah/Takashi/Zahi/Ashanti once i know a bit more about their roles in the team!!

Alvaro Garcia Valladares

he has a twin. i don't make the rules, but he has a twin.

he has a big family. the biggest family. we’re talking, his mom has 8 siblings and his dad has 9 and there’s a 10 year age gap between him and his oldest sibling and he loves them all so much

natia is his best friend. i repeat, NATIA IS HIS BEST FRIEND!!!!

he’s also quite close with kiki. Natia and Kiki are the only two that he met before their great space adventure

he wasn't really sure of his sexuality at first. (i say this because i wasn't sure of my sexuality at first - im bi btw - and all the media i saw told me that any lgbt+ character was 100% sure of their sexuality form the day they were born, which made me doubt myself bc i didn't figure it out till recently, so i wanna see that in some media!! sometime!!) he probably figured it out halfway through having a crush on someone

the someone is akio, and he definitely tells Natia about it first

“natia... natia listen.... I have a crush on akio. freakin akio.... what do i do??? I’m bi, natia... I'm bi. what does this mean -”

“alvaro, I'm so proud of you, but this is a public bathroom and akio is right outside -”

GUARANTEE that the first time he saw Akio he just basically wanted to fight him but also flirt with him and had a slight moral crisis and ended up doing nothing

he is a goddamn sharpshooter, okay. he straight up becomes famous for it throughout the galaxy.

yet despite that he’s still insecure, and those insecurities prevent him from really getting together w akio until much later

he comes off as very suave and extroverted when you first meet him, but underneath it all, he’s actually really warm, personable and funny: not that anyone outside the team know that 

aliens on social media, probably: god, the blue paladin is so cool... i bet he’s amazing and awesome and eloquent...

meanwhile, alvaro: do u guys think i could fit my whole hand in my mouth or nah?

enjoys memes, and shares this love with kiki

basically an all around great guy. because he often felt like a seventh wheel at the beginning of the formation of the team, he always tries to include everybody as best as possible, going way out of his way to ask after people, even if they forget to ask about him sometimes :’)

Natia Nanai

first off: what a gorgeous name. seriously. incredible kudos, my dude. anyway on to the head canons for this gorgeous girl

probably alvaro’s soulmate. already mentioned this, but it needs reiteration. they are best friends

had a large family too (not as big as alvaros tho) and probably major relate to him with that big family dealio

v close with kiki. they complete each other on a technological level. 

natia is very, very creative. she and her sweet engineering know how are always instrumental in getting the Team out of tough situations

Akio: theres no way out of this we’re going to die -

Natia: bet?

she does say “bet” a lot. like, almost too much? but she's always right and valid when she says it

the villain: i’ve got you now!!!!

natia, under her breath: bet

the paladins, thinking: thank god, we’re saved

very soft but also badass as hell. she has a unique duality.

pulls a violet baudelaire: she puts that GORGEOUS hair up in a ponytail when doing work or whenever she has an idea

everyone on the team, regardless of sexuality, is low-key in love with her because she’s just so nice. no one can hate her. she's way too solid of a friend

speakinG of being a great friend: natia is 100% the secret keeper up in this bitch. everyone comes to her because they know she’s got the best advice around and will take their secrets to the grave

akio: idk man... alvaro is just rlly cute, u know?? but i can't tell him...

natia, thinking of alvaro literally whining to her about akio not even five minutes ago: christ

the mom friend. she always has all the things everyone needs on hand or in her lion, and she’s got it all going in terms of chore charts and family meals. she is the queen of figuring out times for team bonding and everyone loves her more for it

definitely started a board game night asap

she has a silent bravery about her that no one else can match. despite her trepidation, natia will always do what has to be done for the greater good. 

she is guided by her heart and her morals, and is easily the kindest person on the team

bc of this kindness, she is often the diplomat when conflicts arise between people on the team

she is seen by the general public (aka the galaxy) as a strong, morally righteous woman. kind of like rosie the riveter-esque??? she’s the symbol of justice and fairness. 

aliens: she's so... peacekeeping :0

natia, at kiki: throw me that wrench, or so help me god - 

basically, a queen who always considers everyone and works really hard to create a family, even when they're all so far from home :’)

Kiki Evans

generally over it tbh

“always tired, but always inspired” - kiki, on being asked why there were dark circles under her eyes

kind of standoffish. she’s not really about being nice, she's about getting the job done, and that can rub people the wrong way, since she is always the first to offer up the cold, logical solution

but underneath that, she’s just a computer science nerd who is loyal to a fault

she really is loyal. its almost dangerous sometimes, because she would put the universe in danger to save her friends, which actually comes into conflict with her typical cold, logical approach.

she has 0-1 sibling. she's every bit the single child. she cannot relate to living in a big family setting, and at first its hard for her to deal with before she warms up to everyone else on the team

she's a genius, and thus found school to be tedious. in fact, she got fairly bad grades, as she wouldn't do the work that she saw as pointless and boring

she is a meme connoisseur, and loves to quote vines, often assisted by alvaro

kiki, as they approach a giant black hole: HZZK

alvaro, catching on immediately: is... is that real???

she is a conspiracy theorist, for sure. the government is watching us all, trying to make sure we don't learn too much.... she’s sure of it, and akio is too

tbh, the first proper conversation she had with akio was about cryptids and how the government had hidden them from the public

she was friends w natia and alvaro from before, but it is akio she becomes closest with the fastest. in some ways, she feels more distant from natia/alvaro bc of how close they are with each other and  bc all of them have known each other for so long while akio is someone she got to know recently: he has no preconceptions about who she used to be, and she has none about him

plus, she and akio relate on many levels: both trans, both gay, both autistic, both theorists, and both loyal to a fault. she finds a real blood brother in akio :D

very openly gay. very. she's a space lesbian, and theres no denying it

kiki, meeting some random space girl: oh

kiki, moments later to akio: god I'm gay

akio, downing a glass of water but acting like its vodka or smthg: god, same

the public sees her as the cold and calculating techie, the brains of the operation

natia is her partner in crime. they finish each others sentences. they've got a tech connection going, babey

kiki: if we just cross-reference the zaiforge tunnel with the -

natia, nodding: particle consummator, of course we’ll get the perfect -

them, together: amount of energy!!!

everyone else: sorry wot

basically, she's a tech goddess with a splash of genius. she's uneasy and a bit awkward, but thats just bc she’s never been in a situation like this before. after literally 1 second with her, she opens up and is such a loyal friend. :’)

Akio Himura

wow this boy is gay and he knows it

he loves his parents (zahi, takashi, and ashanti) but god he will never admit it. not ever

alvaro, after listing his parents, 20 aunts and 100 cousins: and i love them all so much, with all my heart. what about ur family akio?

akio, not wanting to show weakness: they're nerds.

alvaro: um okay cool good talk haha :)

akio, internally: but i love them nd would die for them tbh... but i can't show weakness

he's so guarded after his biological parents left/died/disappeared. poor boy

definitely a single child, and definitely adopted

his parents love him SO MUCH. so much.

akio: why do i have three parents, dad?

takashi, almost crying: its simple. u deserve so much love, that it couldn't be contained in just two people. we needed three. its how its gotta be, my beautiful, sweet summer child

a yeehaw kind of guy. he grew up in the midwest riding horses before his biological parents died and theres a piece of him that will always be a southern boy

the kind of kid in school that pretends he’s a delinquent, but actually just has the aesthetic of a delinquent, and is truly soft

akio: hell yeah I'm a rebel. i logged onto disney.com without my parents permission

kiki, choked up: so brave

mothman is his love. his passion. all cryptids, for that matter. kiki is more of an all around conspiracy theorist: akio is in it for the cryptids 

he’s a bit awkward, and doesn’t totally understand all social cues/jokes. because of this, he stays away from memes, and is very guarded when meeting new people, especially after experiences with light bullying for not only his social ineptitude, but his upbringing.

considering that, his first meeting with alvaro was supremely awkward, and akio accidentally fought with him multiple times before they established a solid friendship

akio, having a gay panic: you are the light of my life

alvaro: sorry what??

akio, panicking more: I said, you wanna fiGHT WITH A KNIFE???

he pined after alvaro from basically day one, but had the foresight to actually know that he was pining, unlike alvaro who just floundered

of course he would never say anything

he is a stabby boi. he is unrivaled in swordplay, and enjoys routine. his natural affinity for picking up new skills plus his unrivaled work ethic basically DESTROYED everyone else when it came to swords

he’s loyal af and is always the first one to take action. akio is a “do something. do anything, but do it fast before we lose a chance to do something” kind of guy

the general public sees him as the fiery one: he’s the one with the fanciest footwork in a fight, and he’s very good with battle tactics. he can come thru with that strategy at the perfect times

he's a low-key emo. for sure. he loves MCR, but strangely dislikes other similar artists like p!atd and fob. 

kiki: but...brendon urie, akio....

akio, sipping tea: as a gay, i can appreciate the aesthetic. but no one can compete with MCR

kiki, exasperated: its not a competition -

basically, a slightly guarded boy with a real talent for defending the universe and his friends, but also an emo cowboy mess who is in love with alvaro and loves everyone :’)

WELL THAT ENDED UP LONGER THAN I EXPECTED. I HOPE U ENJOY AAAA

ALSO FOLLOW @voltronuniversaldefender !!!! its amazing, guys, really check it out :D

[teresa60521-blog]

Side Effects

chapter 4: aftermath

Uraraka was at a loss for what to do so she made an appointment with the clinic.

It was begrudgingly so, but after speaking with Recovery Girl she had no choice but to make one. The old nurse had no ultra sound equipment in the medical rooms, understandably so considering that this wasn’t a typical situation. Uraraka wanted to keep this under wraps for as long as possible and did not want to get the school involved, knowing it would most likely be a mess if she did. Uraraka hadn’t the slightest clue what she was going to do with this baby yet but she wanted to make sure it was healthy and find out proper precautions to make sure that it remained healthy. Uraraka wasn’t a monster, not even to a tiny bundle of cells.

Uraraka spent the entire train ride that Sunday morning googling information about pregnancy on her flip phone. Half of what she found was articles about complications which was enough to send her into a mild panic attack so she opted for staring out the window for the remainder of the train ride. Her friends came to mind and how they were probably wondering where she was and what she was up to. That morning she had successfully evaded Iida and Midoriya and Tsuyu but the longer she avoided them, the more suspicious it would become. Tsuyu especially was extremely perceptive and would catch on quickly and Uraraka didn’t feel like being called out in front of the class like the girl usually liked to do. Uraraka couldn’t blame her, it was part of her blunt nature, she just didn’t want to be on the other side of that,

The train came into the station quickly and it wasn’t hard to find the clinic; it was only about two blocks away and an easy walk. Each step was agonizing and her heart continued to speed up, slamming against her ribs, looking for an escape route.

The scent of lavender hit her nose when she stepped into the lobby and it was so overpowering that she was almost knocked back. The walls around her were painted a light purple with floor tiles to match, the desk a turquoise color as she stepped up to it to give her information. Predictably, there was paperwork to be filled out and it gave her a chance to ignore her rapidly buzzing phone.

Once she was finished she found she had multiple messages from Bakugou but only one caught her eye:

Katsuki

>> where are you. Deku and glasses are buggin out nd its annoying as shit

Uraraka smiled softly, she couldn’t help herself. Even through the phone Bakugou was so Bakugou and there were times when she questioned her attraction to him. He was so vulgar (this not being the most prime example but still slightly so) and Uraraka herself was sweet. Maybe the phrase opposites attract came to mind and she giddily typed out a simple response.

<< im at the doctors, be back later!

With her phone now shut, she perked up when she heard her name being called by a cute nurse wearing rose pink scrubs. She was scanning the waiting room to put a name to a face and Uraraka quickly stood up, offering a shy smile when she walked over to the woman.The nurse only beamed at her and if she was shocked to see how young Uraraka was, she didn’t show it, only took her into one of the rooms and shut the door.

“I’m going to check your heartbeat and your blood pressure, okay?” The nurse’s voice held a mellifluous tone in it and Uraraka found comfort in the kindness of it. Uraraka agreed, not that she had much choice, and allowed the nurse to get done with the procedure. Then she was left alone in the small room with beeping monitors that reminded her more of a hospital than a clinic.

Alone with her thoughts, Uraraka tried to distract herself with the decorations on the wall instead of the mullings of her mind. The voice in her head was not very kind, telling her to leave and telling her that this wasn’t a mistake. Uraraka kind of wished that she had brought Bakugou with her to quell the frantic anxiety-induced beating of her heart. Bakugou was always enough to make her take a step back and look at things with a new, much stronger perspective. She never wanted to be one of those girls who relied on their significant others for things but Bakugou did more to build her up than put her down.

“Uraraka Ochako?” A young woman who couldn’t have been older than thirty-five entered the room, reading over Uraraka’s files as she did so. Then she lifted her head, lavender colored hair swishing around a heart shaped face, tickling her chin. Her eyes were almond shaped and irises matched her long locks. Everything about the office made more sense now, the colors and the smells that had assaulted Uraraka when she first walked in.

“Ah yes.” Uraraka weakly smiled and the woman gave her a bright smile back.

“Nice to meet you, Uraraka-chan. I’m Dr. Fujiwara.” Uraraka took the extended hand for a loose shake and examined the long nails on Dr. Fujiwara’s hands. They were painted a lavender colored and Uraraka enjoyed the dedication to the color. “It says here that you’re only sixteen years old, is that so?”

“Um, yes.”

“Do your parents know you’re here?”

Uraraka bit her lip and shook her head.

“I’m not really allowed to conduct these types of things without parental consent, since you would need that..” Dr. Fujiwara explained and looked at Uraraka sympathetically. “And letting it slide would be against my better judgement.”

“I understand, ma’am.” Uraraka said softly and looked at her through thick lashes. “But I just want to know if this baby is healthy or not, and how long… how long I’ve been pregnant. I won’t come back after this, I promise, but I already had my blood pressure and everything taken. Just please… please make an exception this once.”

Dr. Fujiwara smiled again, extremely kind, and Uraraka felt her heart break. “Uraraka-chan.”

“Please. I really promise I won’t come back unless it’s with parental consent.”

Dr. Fujiwara sighed and rolled her chair over to the machines. “I guess since you’re already here I can make an exception. You need to keep your promise though. I of course want to help as much as I can but since you’re still technically a minor this is the best I can do. I don’t usually get patients as young as yourself so I’m sure it would fly under the radar if I gave you an ultrasound without your parents knowing.”

Uraraka expelled a breath with relief. “Thank you so much.”

Dr. Fujiwara instructed Uraraka to lie back and push her shirt up to reveal her stomach. The chair she was lying on was slightly uncomfortable, the leathery material sticking to her skin when she pressed her bare arms to it. Everything about the current situation was awkward and again, Uraraka wished for it to be over. Or that she never came in the first place.

“All right now this is going to be a little cold, just to warn you…” Dr. Fujiwara said as she spread the gel over her stomach. Uraraka hissed and bit her lip as it coated her stomach. Then she began to rub the wand over her stomach, rubbing the gel into her skin, Uraraka watching in aw as an image of her womb appeared on screen. Normally it would be clear but lined at the bottom was a small circular… thing that was, without a doubt, her child. Her and Bakugou’s child. Uraraka couldn’t help but tear up because it was really, truly real.

“Is that…?” Uraraka’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Dr. Fujiwara’s voice was cheerful. “That’s your baby! It’s only about the size of a raspberry right now but it looks like you’re about nine weeks along, Uraraka-chan.”

“Nine weeks?” Uraraka repeated, counting back that many weeks. That would have been April… the end of April.

Uraraka’s hands flew to her mouth as she recalled Bakugou’s birthday, how she had worn a special outfit just for him to tear it off and shove her down on the sheets, appearing above her. She remembered Bakugou’s lips trailing over every expanse of skin that he could find and how she had clung to him when he sunk into her.

Bakugou’s birthday. She couldn’t remember if they had used a condom or not. Surely, they must’ve but even if they did it was clear it was defunct as she was staring at a small bundle inside of her.

Dr. Fujiwara calculated her due date to be January twenty-fourth. She continued to move the wand around Uraraka’s stomach as she spoke, “You’re almost to the second trimester and looks like everything is okay.” She offered a gentle smile as she asked Uraraka if she wanted a copy of the ultrasound. Uraraka wasn’t going to say no and when it was handed to her, there was nothing else she could do but stared. The gel was starting to harden on her stomach, grossing her out so she wiped it off and thanked the doctor.

“I really appreciate all of this.” Uraraka said again and Dr. Fujiwara waved her hand.

“Just remember to keep our promise.”

“Yes ma’am.” Uraraka bid her farewell with a bow and made her way back to the train station, making sure that she kept the sonogram well hidden in her bag despite wanting to look at it. Teen pregnancy wasn’t very common in Japan (or given positive exposure) and now that Uraraka was pregnant she had to start thinking about her options.

An abortion still didn’t sit right, souring her mouth. Adoption was a likely route too and if she chose that option she wanted to make sure that her child went to a good home. Then again, the idea that she wouldn’t be able to see a person that she carried in her womb for nine months didn’t sit well with her either. There was no logical way for her to to support a child either, her being sixteen and all, but she wanted to make it work.

Then there was how Bakugou would react again. He was so unpredictable that Uraraka still had no clue what he would do or say. She knew she would have to keep it under wraps as long as possible but with how fast the summer break was approaching (surprisingly they didn’t have some sort of deathly training camp waiting for them this time around, since the last one proved to be disastrous), she knew it was unavoidable. Over the summer she would start showing and by the time of the second term….

She would be five months with a noticeable bump. Considering that her class what at the top of the school, she wouldn’t be able to pass it off as weight gain. Especially since she always trained so hard and stayed on the regiment that Gunhead had given her during her internship the previous year. Everything was a mess and she was unable to come up with a good game plan in the thirty minute train ride. In fact, she thought so hard that she almost missed her stop.

When she got back to the dorms there were a few of her classmates scattered around the common room, Bakugou being one of them. He lifted his eyes off of his phone for a moment, looking directly at her with blank crimson irises before going back to scrolling. Uraraka wanted to offer a smile but instead she turned into the kitchen, almost colliding with Midoriya.

“Ah, I’m so sorry Deku-kun!” Uraraka frantically waved her arms, scanning her friend to see if he was hurt only to see that he was doing the same to her.

“Oh, n-no it’s okay I just I-I didn’t see you there!” Midoriya said rapidly. “Where were you this morning?”

Uraraka laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head. “I went to go see a doctor! Turns out it was just some weird cold but I’m feeling a lot better now!” Uraraka couldn’t remember a time in her life when she had told this many lies. Not even as a child had she fibbed this much. She justified it by telling herself that she was protecting Bakugou and a nameless third party that wouldn’t be able to be hidden for much longer.

“Well, I’m glad you went to see a doctor! I would have been happy to go with you though, so you wouldn’t have to have gone alone…” Midoriya started mumbling and behind her there was a sudden flurry of motion. Uraraka turned just in time to see Bakugou stomping up the stairs, fists shoved into his pockets.

“Oh, that’s alright.” Uraraka smiled and opened the fridge. “I am starving though, did anybody make food?”

“Yeah!” Midoriya started explaining that Yaomomo had made some large, luxurious breakfast with the help of Bakugou. It was no secret anymore that Bakugou could cook and he was damn good at it. He was the designated cook in the dorm whether he liked it or not and Uraraka made enough requests to make it seem like he was her personal chef when he was actually just being a good boyfriend. People (namely, the self proclaimed “Bakusquad”) teased him about it but Bakugou could handle it.

After breakfast Uraraka climbed the stairs, telling Midoriya she was going to lay down when in reality she was going to see Bakugou. It was close enough as she would probably end up laying in Bakugou’s bed anyway, whether they be doing something scandalous or innocent. She knocked three times on his door, glancing around to make sure nobody else was in the hallway. The door swung open and a rough palm grabbed her wrist, tugging her into the room.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were going before you left?” Bakugou immediately questioned, pinning her to the door.

Uraraka shrugged. “Would you have come with me? Wouldn’t that be suspicious?”

Bakugou snarled and let go of her, lifting her hands soon after and kissing her knuckles. “Sorry.”

Uraraka blushed. She hated when Bakugou did small acts of kindness because it was so un- Bakugou that it was disturbing. She squeezed his fingers with her own. “It’s okay.”

“What did the doctor say?” Bakugou huffed as he let go and sat on his bed, crossing his arms over his chest. Bakugou’s room was plain; she was the only one in her class who had seen it despite having lived with each other close to a year now. His sheets were black and he had some American band posters hung up on the walls along with Japanese bands. Behind some books on his bookshelf above his bed there were some poorly hidden All Might figurines. Uraraka had pointed them at once and had been promptly banned from the room. Only for a day though, Bakugou just couldn’t keep her away.

“It’s just some weird cold, Katsuki.” She sat beside him and dropped her bag to the floor. For a split second she forgot about the sonogram and hoped the picture was concealed enough so that it wasn’t visible on top of her bag. Bakugou was a typical boy, however, and he wouldn’t go through her bag even if he wanted to. One sighting of a pad or tampon and he was acting like it was some vicious poison.

“Did you get meds or anything?” Bakugou asked.

Uraraka shook her head. Now that she thought about it, she had no idea if prenatal vitamins were over the counter or not. Heck.

“I’ll be fine, Katsuki. I’m feeling a lot better already.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you again?” Bakugou wasn’t looking at her as he asked and Uraraka giggled.

“Yes, ya big cheese ball.”

“Oi, I hate that shitty nickname.”

Uraraka kept giggling and tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her. She pressed their lips together, once, twice, three times before he placed a hand on her waist, keeping her in place. It was soft, unlike him, until he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Uraraka sighed and gripped his arms, the muscles twitching beneath her hand. She loved feeling the muscles ripple in his arms or his abdomen whenever Bakugou got particularly turned on or too into something.

Soon Uraraka found herself in his lap, then on top of him as she pressed him into the mattress, their lips bruising against each other, all worries melting away with a little press of tongue.

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The Joker x Reader - “To The Moon And Back”

Trapped between the world of the dead and the world of the living, you couldn’t move on without him. Just another ghost condemned to love beyond the grave, unable to find its way towards eternity. The Joker and his Queen were nothing more now than two souls belonging to different planes of existence, doomed to suffer until they could meet again.  

The moment you closed your eyes forever, something inside him shattered to pieces. It wasn’t his heart; The Joker only wished he would have been that lucky. It was something else, buried deep inside for a very long time: feelings he thought he didn’t have, ignored and neglected until it was too late.

The Queen of Gotham fought leukemia with the best treatments money can buy: J spared no expense in trying to find a cure for a disease that spread despite of all the efforts to contain the damage. He used to get so angry, blaming you for the worsening condition you couldn’t control:

“Why aren’t you getting better, hm?”

“You know why…” you tried to reason with The Joker despite the fact you realized he was acting like that in order to hide his sorrow.

“Are you doing it on purpose to annoy me?! Get better, do you hear me?” he would shout, frustrated when you just smiled and hugged him:

“Are you gonna miss me?”

“NO! You’re a pain in the ass and I can’t stand you!”

J would mess around with the cute scarf covering your bald head since he didn’t know what else to do.

“Well that’s too bad,” you softly kissed his lips, sighing. “Because I love you to the moon and back, twice around the world plus this,” and you showed him the small gap between your index finger and thumb, waiting for his usual reply. It never failed.

“What difference does this make?!” he pointed towards your fingers.

“It makes all the difference when you measure love,” you whispered and he rolled his eyes.

“What a bunch of crap!” he would get worked up for nothing and it made you giggle.

You would stare at each other for a few moments, then you would bring up the sensitive topic:

“I really think I should move out and get my own place…”

J detested the subject, not his favorite. He didn’t want to talk about it.

“Why do you wanna move out?” he pretended not to understand what you’re aiming at.

“I’m getting worse and worse…You could come and visit me, but I believe it would be easier for both if you don’t witness everything. I’ll have nurses, doctors, my meds…”

“Shut up!” he would growl, yanking at your waist. “You’re not moving out and if you mention about this one more time, I’ll get really pissed!”

“You don’t want to see me die…do you?” and the sadness in your voice halted his tirade. “Don’t you want to remember me the way I was? When I was pretty?”

“Yeah, pretty annoying,” The Joker would huff, not being able to stop a sassy remark.

The Clown Prince of Crime pretended to be grouchy, but liked it when you laughed at how stubborn he was. J hated there was nothing that could be done; feeling helpless wasn’t an emotion your boyfriend was accustomed to. And couldn’t stand the unbearable thought that his woman will be gone soon and he will be left behind without her. How strange since he didn’t even like her…Not even a little bit…Definitely not to the moon and back, twice around the world, plus the tiny gap between he fingers that gave it a more personal touch. That was her thing. Not his.

Sometimes you couldn’t sleep at night; the pain was getting worse and the strong medications that used to give you relief weren’t that efficient anymore. You would sneak out of the master bedroom and go to J’s office because you didn’t want to wake him up. A depressed Y/N would turn on The Joker’s laptop and looked at baby pictures online, wishing she was a mother herself: the mother of his children.

“What are you doing, kid?” J would find you there after searching around the Penthouse in the middle of the night. He would rub his eyes, displeased you abandoned the bed and tormented your mind with the game he was familiar with.

“Picking a new Emma and Kase,” you scrolled down the numerous pages, sniffling in front of the computer.

“Let’s see then,” J came over and lifted you from the chair, sat down and pulled you in his lap.

Before you got sick you were actually trying to get pregnant; you both wanted a boy and a girl, you even picked the names: Emma for the girl and Kase for the boy. Just foolish stuff that couples indulge into until it wasn’t silly anymore. It just became impossible.

“She’s cute,” he gestured towards a little girl’s pic. “I think she could pass as ours.”

“She is adorable. Our daughter would have probably looked like this...” you rested your forehead on his. “What about him? Do you think Kase would have looked like this little man?” you suddenly got a boost of energy and waited for the confirmation.

“Most definitely!” The Joker tried to cheer you up since you seemed upset. You squirmed on his knees, the muscle cramps intensifying with each passing second. Not a single sound came out of you but he knew you were uncomfortable and struggled to hide the throbbing ache.

“Turn around,” J moved you so that you can straddle his lap. Your head pressed on his shoulder and he started moving his hands up and down your back, attempting to soothe the pain with a soft massage. “Is this better?”

“So much better…” you took deep breaths and wrapped your hands around his neck, enjoying his touch and the intimacy. “How far do you think the moon is?” he suddenly wondered.

“Mmm?”

“Lemme google this,” The Joker extended his arms so he can reach the laptop and typed in a hurry. “Wow, lots of miles: 238,900 to be precise. Now let’s see how wide the Earth is…7,917.5miles. Not bad. Times two for twice around the world… We are looking at 15,835. Add this together with the calculator and… according to your formula you love me the equivalent of 254,735 miles, plus the maybe three-four inches you always show me between your fingers. Useless if you want my opinion but you insist it makes a difference. High total though. One could say I got under your skin, huh?”

“Yes, one could say that”, you snickered and lifted your head enough to kiss his cheek, then went back to your previous position so The Joker can pamper you more. It felt very relaxing and you fell asleep. He knew you had such a hard time resting and he didn’t move until his body went numb.

Eventually J had to get up from the chair and slowly walked with you in his arms towards the bedroom. He stopped in front of the huge windows separating the living room from the terrace, gazing at the moon while tightening the grip on his girl because somehow she felt so far away.

Two months after that night, The Joker was reading the newspaper when you came out of the walk-in closet squeezing your favorite dress: a beautiful white gown, embedded with Swarovski crystals that was a Christmas gift from him a few years back.

“J…” you got his attention and he turned another page, pretending not to hear you. “J…” you tried again. “Umm…after I… after I die, can you please bury me in this dress?”

His mood instantly switched, the jaw so clenched it was probably hurting.

“Say what?” J snarled and glared at the frail Y/N; he wanted to yell at her but no sounds came out.

“Can you please bury me with this dress?” The Joker frowned and you took advantage of his silence to address the unpleasant things you couldn’t postpone anymore:

“At the funeral…can you please wear one of your white suits? I know you’re not crazy about the color, but at least we can match one last time…Could you… could you do that for me?” and your eyes got teary since it wasn’t easy to bring it up.

He stood there with his mouth opened, completely appalled. You knew he would rant and have a fit, that’s why you blurred out in a hurry:

“I bought my casket too, this way you don’t have to! It’s at the warehouse on 72nd Street!”

The Joker was truly speechless; it was beyond him how you could utter such aberrations. He was actually getting ready to state his perspective on the matter when you hesitantly stepped towards him, not having the strength for a fight. You dragged your feet on the carpet until you were close enough to kneel by him and hugged his knees, still holding the dress also.

“Don’t be mad at me, ok?” a remorseful Queen pleaded. “You can’t afford to hate me right now…There’s no time…”

The Joker placed the newspaper on the couch he was sitting on, conflicted by your remarks. He pulled you up in his lap, took off your scarf and kissed your shaved head, finally verbalizing his thoughts.

“I’ll make sure you wear your stupid frock and I’ll wear the white suit, deal?”

You nodded a yes, relived your last wishes will be taken care of.

“And you’ll remember how pretty I once was?” the shaky tone warned of imminent crying.

“You are pretty,” The Joker stated with such sincerity it made you smile before bursting into tears: you felt so ugly, dull and unattractive for months you rarely glanced in the mirror. “But I am not getting near that casket until I have to, alright?” he made sure to underline and meant it.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered and cuddled to his body, searching for some reassurance from the only person able to offer it: the man whom you feared was not prepared to lose you despite showing the opposite.

That was the last argument you had about the gloomy future before you passed away 9 weeks later. The Joker kept his promise: he dressed you with the white gown himself and placed you in the casket afterwards, just him and his departed Queen inside the warehouse on the 72nd Street. Everyone was waiting outside, not daring to disturb your last moments together.

J made sure you looked impeccable even if it didn’t matter anymore. He kissed your cold lips one last time, the reality of not seeing you again creeping up in his heart.

“Who’s gonna love me to the moon and back now, hm?...” he muttered absent minded and closed the casket, thinking he was ready to say goodbye. J opened it back the next second, hovering over the woman he wasn’t actually ready to let go.

“Fuck…” The Joker felt dizzy and wiped his sweaty forehead, not realizing he was having a panic attack. He took off his white jacket and tossed it on the floor while pacing around the huge room in a failed attempt to calm down.

“So you’re just gonna leave me??!!” he snapped and returned to your side, but Y/N couldn’t answer anymore. “That’s it?! You’re just…just… leaving? You fucking horrible woman, I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!!!”

The Queen was peacefully asleep and didn’t argue back. That’s when he took your hands in his and kissed them until there was no more resentment; it was pointless anyway.

“I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you at all, I don’t,” he admitted to the truth, pressing your fingers against his cheeks. “I don’t hate you Princess…”

After a few minutes he pecked your wrists and carefully positioned your hands on your tummy, sealing the casket shut. It took so much out of him to keep it that way and not open it. The Joker had no clue why he was feeling so miserable and desperate, oblivious to the simple truth: he loved Y/N and didn’t even know it.

By the end of the excruciating day he was entirely drained. The King of Gotham retreated at the Penthouse and ordered not to be disturbed under any circumstances. It was so quiet without you and he wondered around the rooms, looking at everything you left behind. When J ended up inside your walk-in closet, reality hit with such intensity he had to sit down: you were gone forever and he couldn’t save you.

He stayed there surrounded by your clothes until night time, when he finally went on the terrace to look at the night sky. The moon was shining and he didn’t care about the cold air, stunned at how beautiful it was. He fell asleep on one of the couches, frozen to the bone by morning time.

Lara came to check up on him and found The Joker sleeping, worried he might get sick after being outside for so long. The woman was Frost’s cousin and one of the most trusted bodyguards.

She didn’t dare wake him; just turned on the electric fire pit and covered him with blankets, this way he could warm up. He mumbled in his dreamless daze and she caressed his face, hoping the grief won’t change him to the point of no return. J moved and she got scared, thinking he might open his eyes and reprimand for the brazen gesture. Lara left in a hurry and planned to drop by later in the day to see if he would want something to eat, worried about the state he was in.

Somebody else was also concerned with The Joker’s well-being and still by his side. He moaned in his sleep and you whispered:

“Don’t be sad, I’m still here,” but he didn’t hear you. “I’m here baby,” you touched his Damaged tattoo although he didn’t feel your presence.

Trapped between the world of the dead and the world of the living, you couldn’t move on without him. Just another ghost condemned to love beyond the grave, unable to find its way towards eternity. The Joker and his Queen were nothing more now than two souls belonging to different planes of existence, doomed to suffer until they could meet again.  

The days, weeks and months flew by regardless; time never stops or slows down for anybody, merciless in its never-ending infinity.  

It made you happy when you realized why Lara kept on coming over and didn’t seem bothered when she was ignored, yelled at or chased away: she was in love with The Joker and it gave you hope. Heavens knows he wasn’t easy to love and needed somebody’s affection like he needed air.

A year and a half after your death, the woman spent the night at the Penthouse for the first time. J woke up and went to take a shower, a sleepy Lara crawling on his side of the bed so she can snuggle with his pillow. She had no idea that used to be your side of the bed.

The Clown Prince of Crime returned to the master bedroom and completely lost it: he dragged her out of the bed and almost broke her arm while violently shoving her towards the exit. She kept on begging him to stop until he slammed her in the elevator, so enraged he wanted to kill the woman he spent the night with only hours earlier.

“Don’t ever come back!!” The Joker hissed at the terrified Lara that did not understand why she was one step away from disaster.

“Please don’t do this,” she uttered through tears and you didn’t approve of his actions either.

“What are you doing?! You need her, don’t push her away!” you talked even if he couldn’t hear you. You cupped his face and looked into the blue eyes that couldn’t see the distressed Queen imploring for mercy on behalf on another. “Just tell her, she didn’t know!! Just open your mouth and tell her!!!” you shouted and maybe somehow you managed to influence his thoughts because The Joker actually explained his rage:

“Nobody sleeps on her side of bed besides me, do you understand?! Nobody! Do you think you can take her place? She will always be my Queen and you are nothing more than somebody I fucked!!”

“Why would you say something like that?” you sighed, upset he was so cruel to the woman that meant his salvation from the nothingness he dealt with since your death. “She’s not trying to take my place, that’s not why she’s here.”  

You were certain that meant the end for the two of them but instead Lara nervously apologized for a mistake she wasn’t guilty committing:

“I’m so sorry… Please don’t send me away… I’m really sorry, ok? I will never sleep on her side of the bed again, I swear.”

She carefully walked out of the elevator and he growled, still mad about her transgression:

“Make sure you don’t or you’ll regret it!” *************

The Joker was going to be a father soon: Lara got pregnant with twins and after finding out they will have a boy and a girl, they started thinking about names. Actually she was the one suggesting different monikers because J already had his mind set on what he wanted: Emma and Kase, a secret tribute to his lost Princess that didn’t get a chance to be the mother of his children.

When the twins were born and J held them for the first time, something strange happened: they didn’t cry at all, just fussed for a little bit before falling asleep in his arms.

“Do you think we’ll be this lucky all the time?” he joked with Lara, the new mother worn out after being in labor for several hours.

“God I hope so,” she found the strength to smile and watched him curiously analyzing his babies, smitten with the tiny angels and how perfect they looked.

The Joker and his girlfriend had no way of knowing that you were the reason why their son and daughter didn’t cry: you kept on caressing their faces and your outwordly presence soothed the newborns; they felt nothing but your love.

Every time they would wake up in the middle of the night, Y/N was there to comfort them.

“Ssssttt, don’t cry,” you would whisper and hum lullabies until Emma and Kase closed their eyes again.

Lara and J believed they had the best babies ever since they were able to rest throughout the night and didn’t have to wake up besides the feeding times.

When they started crawling, they would follow each other and sometimes stopped in the same time, cooing at the ethereal shape they could see floating around the Penthouse.

“Awww, look how cute,” Lana would point out at the babies that were sitting on the blanket, actually reaching their hands towards you because they wanted to be picked up, not knowing you couldn’t do that. “They are so adorable,” she would rest her head on The Joker’s shoulder, grateful he was there to witness them grow.

The twins would suddenly scream and giggle, completely delighted by your invisible kisses and J couldn’t help it anymore:

“Com’ere little monsters!” he would get up and snatch them from the blanket, covering them in kisses. That prompted more screaming and laughter, nothing short of a small miracle: The Joker loved his children even if he didn’t know it.

When Emma and Kase got older, they started talking about The Sparkly Lady, something their parents believed to be an imaginary friend.

“Is she pretty?” The Joker would tease the 5 year old twins because they amused him with their innocent answers.

“U-hum,” Emma would reply while playing with her toys.

“She has long hair and a white dress and she sparkles!!” Kase would excitedly describe you to his father.

“Wow, does she?!” J would wink at Lara and she chuckled at all the details they would come with it: smart kids with a vivid imagination, no doubt about it. “Maybe daddy should see if The Sparkly Lady is single, right honey?”

“You’re hilarious,” Lara gave him a disapproving glare, folding clothes and placing them in drawers.

“I think mommy’s jealous,” J scoffed, passing his fingers through the green hair.

The woman rolled her eyes and went upstairs to see if laundry was done while The Joker fumbled with his laptop, opening a folder that had pictures of you. He liked to look at them when Lara wasn’t around, not because he was afraid he would hurt her fillings, but because it was something personal he didn’t want to share.

“Oh,” Emma suddenly lost interest in her doll and came over to crawl on The Joker’s knees. “The Sparkly Lady,” she touched the screen filled with the image of a beautiful Y/N wearing the white dress embedded with Swarovski crystals  gifted to her by The Joker a lot of Christmases ago. The little girl leaned over and kissed the screen, snickering because she got shy.

Kase hopped in his father’s lap, playfully pocking his sister. “Emma look, The Sparkly Lady!” he jumped up and down on The Joker’s knees and kissed the screen, imitating his sister’s gesture.

J didn’t know what to say, he was dumbfounded. The children never saw you in real life or in other pictures, they just happened to be there for once when he was browsing your folder. And they both referred to you with the same name.

“This…this is The Sparkly Lady?” he muttered in disbelief.

“A-ha,” Emma confirmed and pulled down on his jacket so she can whisper in his ear. “Daddy, she’s saying she loves you to the moon and back,” she bit on her lip and Kase carefully listened to your words and repeated to his father.

“And… huh?” the young boy had to pause because he had a hard time hearing. “And twice around the world!”

“Plus this!” his daughter showed him the small gap between her fingers, copying what you were showing her. “She says she’ll wait for you,” Emma continued and then pouted. “Where are you going, daddy?”

“Daddy, can we come?” Kase tugged on his father’s shirt but The Joker couldn’t reply or react.

He looked around the room as if it would offer an answer to the shocking revelation, his lips barely moving:

“Princess?...”

His Queen smiled, thankful the little ones finally helped deliver the message to the man she never stopped loving. She waited for so long for a chance to let him know she was still there that nothing else mattered.

You gently wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. J couldn’t feel or hear you, yet you still reassured him:

“I’ll wait ...”

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As the men laughed and carried on in their chatter close around the fire Shaw took his ration and went back to his resting spot outside the group alone and leaned back against a tree just barely inside the fire’s reach. Making short work of his meal as he pulled out a small leather pocket book and a pen flipping through its pages. Maps, charts and handwritten notations. Details about where he was and how he experienced this new world and the creatures there in. Perhaps he would write a book on his experiences after this… Flipping through the pages seemed to relax him as he passed by a few sketches things he seen, people… A few of the ancient creature in his keep feet from him now. His piercing eyes and  prehensile tail with a barbed tip. He was… an intresting thing to study. Something that broke reality that biblical creatures were flesh and blood and god and the devil were real as his red skin and tail. Along with the sketches Shaw had notations of his analysis of the man known to most as the Great Dragon. Luicifer. The Devil. Azazel. Draco. Feeling the seering heat of eyes on him Shaw knit his brow and looked out of the corner of his eye locating the heated gaze and saw the man in question wide awake at the end of the camp outside the fire in the cold shadows. He was leaned against the tree he was chained to as the demon silently watched him. Shaw wondered if the demon ever slept or needed to much. His gold eyes reflect the luminescent shine of the moon and faint flicker of the fire. Shaw was most certain he could see well at night being feline as the devil was…. Reflecting a hard, studing gaze back at the red man he noted Azazel bore an absent expression in his unblinking piercing gaze as he sat there so deadly still as if waiting. Patiently so. His padlocked tail snaking slowly across the ground as Shaw briefly sketched the sliding motion and fiery pair of eyes in his journal as he sat watching him. Noting how powerful he was given his lack of substance and energy and perhaps hiw long he could sustain without it if not indefinite… If anything, studying the red demon he looked absolutely feral in the heat of his predatory eyes. He was starving yes and anaminalistc, more so the closer they got, these eyes captured every movement and flicker around him yet deeply they reflect that studying gaze right back which betrayed he wasn’t simply that but in fact rather intelligent and calculating. Waiting for any chance of an opening to escape or simply get a shot in. The devil was a patient being afterall, and as what he was. He had centuries of experience… As Shaw finished capturing this in his journal he put the book away in his breast pocket and leaned aginst the tree, tilting the brim of his hat slightly to rest the lightest he could. His own eyes flashing a soft ice at the chained man across him letting him know his confidence enough in his own force to let his guard down enough to sleep. Azazel watched him a minute more before finally blinking and slumped forward as his captor slept, sagging and showing his true exhaustion as he pulled down at the tree he was chained to. His head drooped tirdly but he wasn’t sleeping here. No no and though sleeping made this suffering inexistant the shirt time he could, Azazel was on his highest alert. He was on holy ground and getting deeper in this territory each day and the danger rising. His survival instincts were taking over. Fight or fight, only the former was taken from him by the man across him so he’s left with this one preperation. Azazel sighed and shift for a more comfotable position knowing there was none to be had, at least he was able to rest off his feet somewhat now but no he wouldn’t sleep. No matter how badly this mortal body wanted it. If anything he would nap during the day in small incriments when he wasn’t pushed to move as they stopped but even then not for long. He couldn’t afford it. They were being watched. He was at least. They were followed at night and he knew it. He had to stay aware if nit for himself for her… to him. Death now would be a blessing…. He jumped slightly being pulled back from his mental wonderings as the clatter of the men’s laughter and chattering broke slightly as they passed a bottle of rum around the fire and shared rations. His eyes burned fire reflecting off the blaze as he growled softly listening to their ramblings of tales of dangers they had no idea was soon to be their deaths. Rambling of him and curiousities what he truly was or could be. “Vanting a few moments quiet would be nice.” He grunt stiffly closing his eyes then with a smirk. “Vant know more about me, come closer find out. I give much un ask little.” He purred opening his legs with a sneer. One man turned around to face him as a few spoke amongst themselves and one man, sitting closest to the fire spoke up. “What be that creature? Sick thing. Be quiet or you be given a reason to make noise.” “Hmmm, tempting. Can give more than you can imagine, human… including a ripped throat yet I am unfairly disadvantaged…” Azazel then chuckled warmly, flashing a fire in his eyes. “Perhaps a morsel or two and a drink I can show you many things. This man lead you all to die. Vas smart you free me and you have a chance to escape…. Just a simple agreement, is only needed…” One man spat gutterally as another remarked standing up and daring to approach the devil with his liquid courage. “Like a good fucking? I can already have that. Not that he cares and you are a curious thing, hell pass the time.” He spoke with a sneer, looking down at him. Barely brave enough he nudged the devil’s boot slightly with his own. “You have nothing to offer what can’t already be taken from you.” Azazel huffed with a low growl. “Nyet you ignorant fool, please try… please… Tha man there thinks owns me and flense you alive threaten mine purpose to him… but by all means try……” He purred warmly exposing the legnth of his neck as he bared his fangs then sneered. “Regardless your achievement, keep all your catrwailing, It brings things to the fire. I’m nyet the monster to be most afraid of here, things hungrier than mine. I care a quicker death really so continue- just vords of caution…. not that matters much…” He smiled darkly with a slight tilt to his head letting his eyes flash back to fire. “Oh yeah demon, why’s that?” The man said. Azazel chuckled dryly, licking his lips  as he bared his fangs through a sideways smirk and glanced over them all. “Because you’re all going to die out here anyvay. Might as vell make use your souls… You think he will seriously leave any von alive but himself once he gets vhat vants?…” He nod to Shaw far in the corner. “That man more the devil than I am….” A silence hushed over the group as fear then waved over them, whispering amongst themselves, contemplating  as Hannisty scowled jusy returning with more wood as looking around them and snapped dropping the pile on the fire. “Ignore him… just the pathetic ramblings of a man that knows he’s already dead…” He looked back down at the red devil then back to the crew. “You’ve all been paid handsomely more than any title worth your weight or his and will get more. This creature simply wants its freedom. It will kill you all for the pleasure…” “Vouldn’t you?” Azazel smirked wisking his tail in the first mates direction. Hannisty laughed. Taking one legnth of wood shooed the man and aimed it at the devils throat as he growled softly. “Men are free. You are no man. Hell way I see it you’re nothing more than a cat that looks a little more human. Devil or not, you’re not human and haven’t any rights other than what you are…” Locking eyes with the man Azazel just growled deeply his eyes a piercing yellow glaring up the branch at his throat but he then laxed back and smirked, lowering his head with an exhale. Seemingly aloss for words or seemingly too tired. Then as Hannisty smiled triumphant in his assertion goes back to his spot to hear a deep rumble as Azazel added deeply, almost through a rumble as he raised his head back up slightly to reveal blackened eyes as the men stirred seeing this and shifted further away from him. “You think you’re free, cretin? You have free vill given to you by a dictator vho cares nyet you live or die. You are merely trinkets… but da that is only your right. You have a soul and that is nyet free. I have no rights but… opportunities… even for a vaste of space like you only don’t vait too long least be too late for even my doing….” The men snickered slightly and Hannisty fumed making eye twitched.  He made a physcial rush forward pulling the rifle from his belt he carried and flipped it to the butt to strike as Azazel bayed a sharp threat and snarled lurching forward jerking in his restraints with a cringe as he prepared for the blow. Though just before the blunt trama to knock him out a steely voice shot out as everyone froze to see Shaw sitting up, the fingers of one hand resting gently on one knee as his eyes were a steely ice blue. “I said that’s enough. Go back to sleep… all of you. Leave the demon be… we have a long ride in the morning.” He said glancing from Hannisty to Azazel. “Remember Hannisty I need him alive nd uninjured least he not make it you won’t breathe to see the next. He isnt replaceable….” Azazel chuckled as the man stepped back and sat down complying to his command with a nod and soft ‘yes Sir’. Azazel then looked at Shaw as the man stood up and approached him resigning Azazel to growl softly yet was all he could or was willing to protest ro a potential blow yet to the demons suprise Shaw reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of dried meat, outstreaching his hand to Azazel as he added bluntly. “You’ll be alive when we get there. No quiestion in that. The condition however your in dosen’t concern me rather that you’re still breathing. Remember that. Toy with them to turn agains’t me and I’ll shoot you in the spine and drag you there. Understand?” Azazel hesitated yet snapped up the offering swallowing it whole as it was barely a taste to wet his hunger. “Da, Captain….” Azazel half nodded with a sneer as he lowered his head in a sign of surrender, rocking one knee as his tail swings sensually emitting a soft purr yet his eyes stare up fading back to gold fire and fury yet he obliged quietly.  "I am at your mercy now. Just remember vhat mine said doesn’t just pertain to men vho think themselves free…. remember that.“ He leaned forward with a grin, opening his mouth gently with a deep demure expression. "Ve all, including even mine own die someday. For your soul perhaps becomes captive to at mine…. understand?” Shaw glared down at him in icy steel yet with a long pause retreated back to his resting place, a reflection of pain in his voice. “I do. More than you realize, old devil or perhaps care to.” He uttered quietly laying nack down. Peace for the time being he relaxed back and closed his eyes. Still feeling the intense heat of the gaze of the devil he kept contained least for now. —- Segment oneshot revamping muses and illustration to the ongoing fic; Playing for the Devil’s Fire

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1st law of Thermodynamics

The world around us is in constant motion.  We may stop to take a break, sitting down, going to bed for an attempted 8 hours.  However, the world is never slowing down or taking a break.  The universe that surrounds our planet is in constant motion. There is energy all around us putting in motion everything.  Everything in the universe is working hard.  From large scale items, such as jet airplanes, to the atoms that are in everything around us. So how do we know these things to be true? How do we know they aren’t resting?  The answer to this question can be found in physics, more specifically thermodynamics.

Although I am majoring in middle school language arts science happens to be the subject I consistently score higher in and find very interesting.  I just happen to like English a bit more, physics I study in my free time.  That being said, there is a lot more that goes into the answer of the universe, it involves chemistry and biology and even more physics, yet at its core (no pun intended) it is thermodynamics.  Thermodynamics is what explains why everything works, why the universe is the way it is, and gives the answer to not only our own end but the universes as well.  There are three laws to thermodynamics, technically there are four but the zeroth law is for another time.  I plan on taking you through a journey of the three laws of thermodynamics as best as I can. I am no expert but my goal is to help you better understand the world around you in a creative way.

Furthermore, one of the most important laws of thermodynamics is defined as; “The change in internal energy of a system is equal to the heat added to the system minus the work done by the system.”  It is important to note that heat can only flow from hot to cold, this is covered more in the second law.  What the first law is stating in its most basic form is that energy cannot be created or destroyed.  All energy that ever will exist already exist.  To demonstrate this law I will take you on an imaginative schedule or the life of said energy.  Join me now at the heart of our solar system, our sun…

10:00 AM on a Monday. The Sun.

The actual time of the sun is technically 9:51 and 40 seconds.  The photons emitted from the sun or rather the heat and light from the sun must travel across the vacuum of space.  They travel at the speed of light which after the calculations from speed and time takes about 8 minutes and 20 seconds.  Here the sun is working very hard, everything on the sun is a gas. At millions and millions of degrees the sun through nuclear fusion converts hydrogen atoms into helium. This mass is being converted into energy constantly and therefore the beginning of our journey.

10:00 AM on a Monday. A soybean farm in Missouri.

               So far the energy process has been simple, however as soon as the energy hits Earth’s atmosphere, even before, things get complicated.  Luckily I will try and keep it as simple as possible.  We have on a random farm in Missouri a soybean plant. Here the plant is taking the energy from the sun and not destroying it but rather using it through the process of photosynthesis.  The light the soybean receives as well as the carbon dioxide is the plants daily meal.   Here through photosynthesis the plant is completing several tasks.  It is converting the CO2 into oxygen, something that we as humans are very thankful for.  The soybean plant is also using the water it gets, the CO2, and the sunlight to create sugar.  This provides some of the nutrients we get from the plant, as well as food for itself as excess sugar is stored in its roots.

11:00 AM Monday. A farmer is driving the appropriate farm equipment to harvest the soybean.

               The energy from the sun has not been destroyed, it has only been transferred.  It has been transferred to so many different natural and technological processes that it is extremely difficult to name them all.  In this situation, we have the farmer driving his farm equipment that runs on fossil fuels.  In short it was the sun that provided the animals with heat and food millions of years ago, that energy was stored in them and left as they died. The fossils were buried and gravity and high mass compressed those fossils over time into oil.  That is now being used to power the farm equipment. That farm equipment is releasing its energy through heat and combustion in the motor, the exhaust that comes from burning said oil and gasoline, and the friction that comes from cutting and collecting the soybeans.  There a lot processes at work.  

               It is important to note that there are two main types of energy.  Those two are potential and kinetic; although an important concept of thermodynamics and physics, I won’t get into this now.  Another important note is that there are four types of processes extremely important to thermodynamics.  Those processes are isobaric, isochoric, isothermal, adiabatic. The importance of these and the detail I can go into is quite a lot, for sake of this story I will spare the details.

2:00 PM Tuesday.  A factory that processes the soy into veggie burgers.

               There are a few other steps that take place, such as the transportation of the soybeans to the factory, the possible packaging and distribution.  In this hypothetical situation, we have simply fast forward through time. Now that the soybeans are at the factory they are being broken down into a form suitable to hold together as a vegetarian patty.  Here other ingredients are added such has beans, corn, peppers, and other flavorings. The machines working on these vegetarian patties are using energy, transferring energy into the patties and what not.  

6:00 PM Thursday.  A vegie patty on your dinner plate.

               Here we have also fast forward to the point when you are consuming the vegetarian soy patty. It is important to note that there are three types of systems ins physics and in thermodynamics, those are closed, open, and isolated systems.  Because as humans we have energy and matter that both enter and exit our bodies we are open systems.  Here a lot of things are happening as we are eating this veggie burger.  Our body is breaking down the nutrients from the soy and all the other ingredients.  The definition of a calorie a unit of heat used to indicate the amount of energy that foods will produce in the human body.  Therefore, the calories that are in the processed soy are being transferred to us to use to complete everyday task.  When we are walking or even sleeping we are burning those calories.  The energy isn’t being destroyed but rather released be it through sweat, carbon dioxide, releasing of waste, that energy is being transferred to something else.

               It is important to note that everything in the universe is made up of atoms however atoms are not the smallest unit of matter.  Rather the smallest unit of matter is called a quark.  Protons and neutrons are made up of quarks.  Why I bring this up is, that although theoretical, quarks cannot be split up.  What happens is that when we try to split a quark in half the energy used to split it is transferred to the quark and it there for creates another quark.  This further proves the point that energy cannot be destroyed.  All energy is simply transferred, all the energy that was created during the big bang exist and that is it.  So what happens to all that energy being used? Where does excess energy go?  This nicely brings us to the 2nd law of thermodynamics.