#bf for ts

[kortac-sweetheart]

pt2/finale traitor!tf141 au

cw: some angst, hurt with lots of comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic, flashbacks to past torture, mentions of violence, military inaccuracies, reader tears 141 a new one (we all cheered), we're overcoming hedgehog's dilemma with this one boys (four times you saved them, one (and a half) time(s) they saved you) realllllly fckn long

(it's the finale part yay! i don't have any more ideas to continue this au, but asks abt it are always open)

in the months since you've joined kortac, you quickly cemented yourself as efficient, capable, and reliable in their eyes. as fundamental to the team as the very foundation of a home. your hard work in the field even earned you a new call sign, one gifted by könig himself.

wraith.

a harbinger of death, the final phantasmal apparition any enemy would have the misfortune to see. sweeping, practically dancing, through swaths of men, leaving them dropping like flies in your wake.

but if that was true, the why were you back under intensive care in the med bay again?

the latest mission had gone sideways. a simple recon mission that had went belly up due to an enemy ambush. reconnaissance turned into rescue instead. and kortac's new target?

you.

it wasn't pretty. the way they tore through the field to reach you, nearly trampling over friend and foe alike, guns blazing all the while. leaving nothing but blood and carnage in their wake, blood lust only temporarily abated before they realized the state you were in.

on the verge of passing out, bound and bloodied, battered and bruised all over again. you had certainly looked like your callsign then, pale from exhaustion and the fabric of your very being fraying once more. despite the strength of your bonds and your faith in them, doubt still gnawed at the edges of your psyche. the pain from the physical beating imposed by your captors was nothing compared to your own mental flogging.

will they come?

i hope they do.

they shouldn't come.

it's not worth it.

the mission is compromised.

i'm sorry.

the sight of könig kicking down the locked door and the feeling of someone gently bundling you into his arms was the last thing you remembered before passing out.

they came.

despite your ceaseless tears and aches, there was a small smile on your face, too.

waiting for you to wake up again was agonizing.

the four of them, huddled around your bed in the base's med bay, with only the incessant ticking of the clock and your steady breaths to break the silence. they couldn't focus on any paperwork they had brought either, too agitated, too restless, too worried, to focus on mindless bureaucracy.

horangi sat at your bedside, bent over from exhaustion and boredom, his hand clasped with yours. he remembers how you used to be, those few months ago. quiet but strong, withdrawn but not entirely cold, he could sense the smallest flicker of warmth--wanting in all your movements. despite it, you hadn't uttered a word to him at all, barely met his eyes, carrying yourself admirably, independently in action.

he remembers it as if it were yesterday, when you first spoke to him.

he was too caught up in the heat of battle, tunnel visioned whilst carving a path into enemy territory and leading the charge with you as support. you had felt the chilling, piercing gaze before you ever saw them, all but shoving horangi's head down and missing the sniper's bullet aimed for him. he had looked at you, bewildered, before you summoned the strength to speak.

"enemy sniper in the vicinity. watch your six, horangi." your comm headset then crackled to life as you relayed the message to the team.

in the grand scheme of things, it was a small gesture. a teammate saving another's life is common place on the field, but horangi still felt grateful all the same. your sharp senses, your quick thinking, your presence and the safety it brought only emboldened him on the field, knowing that you'd be there to drag him out of harm's way.

outside the field, he knew that even if you couldn't express it fully aloud, you still cared for them very much. one day incidentally, you had noticed horangi picking at his food, dissatisfied with grey slop from the mess hall. (and you were too, to be quite honest.)

eventually, you found yourself and your team stationed off base for once, waiting around in temporary housing for the start of the mission. it seemed like the perfect time to have something other than MREs.

it was a very simple meal, grilled meat, storebought kimchi, savory steamed eggs and some freshly cooked rice. but when you called them in for lunch, horangi nearly dropped to his knees and proposed to you on the spot. he had to hold himself back from positively bear hugging you into his arms, instead eagerly complimenting the meal you prepared and squeezing your hand in appreciation.

"did you like the meal hong-jin?" he could barely hear you over the running faucet of the sink whilst he helped with the dishes, but he still beamed at you regardless. (he thought that meek voice of yours asking for approval was downright adorable.)

"of course i did! thank you. i really appreciate it." he couldn't remember the last time he felt so... content. so cared for and seen. it made him feel warm inside, heart full and fuzzy and soft around the edges from your quiet attentiveness.

that's why, when you all return to base and he spots you in the early morning light, sipping on coffee all alone—he joins you without a second thought. settling down next to you on the bench in the rec room with his own cup, no words exchanged but it's warm and comforting all the same.

you don't bat an eye at his presence, as if he was always meant to be there. you carefully lean into him, your shoulder's a hair's breadth from touching his. one hand holds your steaming cup and the other gingerly fiddles with his own free hand.

(you can sense his gaze too, burning into you and hong-jin as he watched from the hallway. mactavish. burning up with jealously, regret, remorse, as he watched you two.

watched the way you slowly scooted closer to hong-jin, leaning into his side as he casually swung his arm up and around your shoulder. watched as the tension bled from your body and left you utterly relaxed and open.

he couldn't remember the last time he saw you like that. if ever. he couldn't stomach the sight anymore, stomping away from the rec room with clenched fists and a deep scowl on his face.

that should've been him.)

(whether hong-jin sensed him too, he didn't say. if he did, or if he didn't, hong-jin didn't give a shit either way. all that mattered was being in the moment with you.)

krueger sighed as he glanced at the wall clock again, only five infernal minutes since last he checked it. he then glanced over to horangi, who was now soundly snoring in his seat, his head resting in his arms. then, a shadow of a smile graced his own face as he looked at you.

he remembers how the roles were reversed before, that time you went out of your way to save him. he remembers it clear as day.

the first ever mission where you two had been assigned as partners. he had respected you immensely, your silent intensity and lack of fluff, efficient, strong, a damn good partner. the mission had went off without a hitch, until the end of it.

you didn't know how to turned out like this. one moment the building was eerily quiet and still, and the next it was a raging inferno. just moments before, you had been separated from krueger looking for the documents. and now you were running, panting as you made it outside. but, something was off when you looked around.

where was krueger?

you hesitated only for a split second before running back in, while your teammates all shouted for you to stop. but you tuned them out, focusing, clearing your mind and remembering the layout of the building, where krueger said he was headed.

you found him in the hallway leading to the security room, crawling along the floor, his leg injured in the blast. clutching the documents with one hand, and using the other to drag himself forward.

when the smoke had parted to reveal you, he thought he was already dead. your silhouette blurry and grainy around the edges, the roaring fire illuminating your face in an ominous orange. an angel of death. he felt you take the documents from his hand, resignation filling him as he thought you'd turn and run.

he didn't resent you for it. not at all, take the documents, focus on the mission, leave the baggage behind. but you didn't. you didn't leave him there. you hauled him up single-handedly, adrenaline pumping through you as you fought to remain calm and steady, whilst rushing him and yourself out of there.

you spoke to him just loud enough to hear, keeping him awake and alert.

"c'mon krueger, i'm getting you out of here."

"keep moving, this is no place to die."

"you can sleep when we're safely back on base."

"i'm not leaving without you."

and he couldn't help but wonder, why?

for a man like him, one you barely knew beyond being teammates.

why? as you two narrowly escaped the building as it completely collapsed.

why? as you dragged his half unconscious body to the evac point, as you waited with him, patching up his wounds with what meager medical supplies you had on you.

why? as you fitted the oxygen mask over his face in the helicopter. his vision fading to black from exhaustion.

you sat with him as he laid in med bay, waiting for him to wake up. you remember what it felt like, to wake up all alone with no one around. how harrowing and disorienting it was, near tears when one of your old teammates had finally gone to check on you. through his (quite insincere) apologies, you sensed his piss poor excuses.

"oh, you're awake... apologies. we were busy." he didn't look physically exhausted at all, no sweat or sign of training.

paperwork, you realized.

they were too busy doing paperwork to stay by your bedside. when it sunk in, you had merely swallowed, staring at your bandaged hands.

"it's ok." you managed to mutter, after a beat there was a small click of the door. and the sterile room faded into suffocating silence once more as his footsteps led him away.

krueger, now awake, studied your face as you glared at the wall opposite you, hands clasped together and lost in thought. watching your tired eyes growing glassy with unshed tears, he decided enough was enough.

you startled slightly when he waved his hand in your line of sight, immediately snapped out of your trance. looking to him a concerned look that crossed your face, you murmured, "how're you holding up?"

"could be worse off... thanks. for saving me back there." he can see how you melt, a little less guarded with a small smile crossing your face. even under the sterile med bay lights, eyes tired and skin a little dull, you still looked like an angel. his saving angel.

he doesn't care why you did it. all it matters is that you did, he didn't need to know why when it was written all over your face. your actions, your presence besides him spoke more than words could.

(garrick had noticed you from the hallway, watching you intently.

green with envy as you tried to stifle your giggles before breaking into a real, honest to god, belly laugh. watched as you held onto krueger's hand so you wouldn't keel over in your seat from laughter.

watched as you wiped away happy tears-- so different compared to the terrified ones he remembers you shedding before. watched as your guarded demeanor melted into something softer, full of big smiles and genuine laughs you shared with krueger.

not him. it should've been him.)

(yes, krueger noticed him. didn't see him directly but he could tell in your eyes. how your laughter flickered and dimmed slightly as you glanced at something-- someone, before he redirected you back to himself. making you laugh at his jokes, and forgetting all about garrick. good. garrick could go to hell for all he cares.)

even when krueger was able to get up and walk around, you still stuck by him. doing work in his med bay room and telling you when and where you'd leave to. whether by pure happenstance or good fortune, krueger had been awake one morning just before you'd leave for coffee.

"oh, good morning, seb! i'm going to go have coffee with horan-- er, hong-jin..." a brief nervous pause, you were considering something.

"do you... do you want to join us?" asked with such tender hope in your eyes that he couldn't possibly say no. (frankly if you told him to jump he wouldn't even say "how high" he'd just do it.)

despite the sudden appearance of sebastian, hong-jin didn't look surprised in the slightest. they shared one look with each other and they immediately understood; watching as you happily prepared coffee, humming beneath your breath with your back turned to them. that morning, and for the following mornings after that; you enjoyed your coffee happily squished between the both of them.

back in your temporary room in med bay, sebastian had now drifted off in his chair. lulled to dreams by the quiet room and pleasant memories you shared.

nikto had elected to lean on the far wall of the room, opposite your bed. muttered something about being able to see the whole room for safety. but he now surveyed the tranquil room, seeing both krueger and horangi asleep in their chairs, and you, hopefully peacefully asleep too. his eyes lingered on the teddy bear that sat dutifully at your side, as if to protect you from night terrors. the teddy bear that he got you.

it was supposed to be like any other sleepless night, awoken from fitful slumber by nightmares both real and imagined, past and present.

rest would not visit them again tonight it seems.

with practiced ease they had made their way to the base's rec room, searching for tranquility in the stillness of night. peace, away from his restless mind. sitting quietly down at the table, waiting out the night until you happened to stumble in.

there hadn't been many words exchanged between you before. but there was mutual respect-- anyone would always appreciate a hard worker like you. but now he watched quietly as you tottered over to the empty seat besides him in the rec room, attempting to muffle quiet sobs as you slumped in the chair. they weren't the only ones to have bad dreams tonight it seems.

nikto didn't know what overcame him, they shouldn't of pried. everyone on base has their struggles, but between you, it felt different; his body overcome with the urge to help, to comfort.

he spoke quietly. "night terrors?" the question hung in the air for a bit before you sniffled, and nodded. he didn't ask about what aloud, but the offer was there. there was no judgement in his gaze, but understanding. even if he didn't cry, even if his own nightmares came night after night, he understood deeply.

they sighed, standing up and went to get a pot of coffee going; if he was going to stay up all night, might as well enjoy it. but after they set a fresh cup of coffee in front of you, the dam inside of you broke and you spilled everything, with nikto and the night as your only witnesses.

sobbing into your hands and sleeves about what they put you through. how they slashed so painfully at you, spat at you, how they imprinted themselves deep into your psyche.

you told nikto you despised looking in the mirror because it reminds you too much of them and what they did to you. how you can feel the phantom edge of riley's blade glide up your face, or how mactavish punched you so hard you nearly blacked out.

how you can still feel garrick's hand gripping your wrist, holding it still as his knife comes down on your pinky, severing it with no remorse.

nikto's care for you wins out against their new found contempt for task force 141 in the end. he gets up from his chair across you, and sits besides you instead. a single palm, placed soothingly on your back.

"allow us to show you something." their hands reach their mask and, they slowly, unhurriedly undo all the buckles and belts that secure it. methodically laying piece by piece of their mask down on the table, carefully, as to not startle you. the last piece of nikto's mask comes off and you're granted a front row view of his face.

they easily read your expression, no surprise, no disgust, no pity either. they see recognition in your eyes, familiarity. it's different from all the other looks they've gotten. you don't scream or cry (anymore), nor do you try to run away, instead you sit quietly memorizing their face.

for once, they feel as if they don't hate their own face either.

"the past comes for us night after night. but we cannot allow ourselves to wallow in it anymore. what's done has been done, the best any of us can do is simply move on... and keep living." the words settled into your mind.

nikto is right.

you can't allow the 141 to rob you of your life more than they already have. you want to thank him. for his advice, for his trust in you, and you tell him to wait for a moment.

he's left alone in the dark again, but it doesn't feel suffocating anymore. even he didn't know the weight they were carrying until it was gone. although your presence is momentarily absent, he-- they trust that you will return.

and you do. they note you look a little embarrassed, but you move to sit down next to him again before handing them a little well loved teddy bear. it's plastic eyes a bit scratched and cloudy, the ribbon around the neck is loose, and the stuffing a bit lumpy. well adored.

"here." you start. he takes a moment to give it a soft squeeze, and he doesn't know why but his heart sinks and soars at the same time.

"i always hug my bear when the nightmares are too much. it makes me feel better when i hold him... so i.. i want you to have it. so that he can help you too." you can't help but feel a little childish, fiddling with your fingers as you await his reply, but no such chiding or scoff ever resounds from them.

instead, a soft "thank you. we will cherish it." falls from their lips, and that's all it takes for you to truly relax. they expect you to return to your room but you don't, staying put and keeping them company through the silent night. sometimes you talk some more, sometimes it's just your breathing that's audible, they listen intently either way.

but they watch as your eyelids grow heavier, your words slurred and drowsy, and before you can fall asleep on the hard table; nikto tucks your body into their side instead. a warm arm and a strong chest keep you securely in place, blissfully asleep.

(nikto does not move an inch the whole night. not while you're still peacefully asleep, nor when the light of dawn illuminates the room and chases away the dark, and most certainly not when a certain lieutenant walks into the rec room.

the certain someone doesn't notice you peacefully sleeping in nikto's arms until he turns around and is greeted with the sight of your peacefully sleeping face. blissfully unaware to who was in the room besides you and nikto. he looks confounded, envious even, and nikto can sense he's itching to say something. but he sends the lieutenant an icy glare, lifting a finger to his lips.

the man doth protest too much, they think. making a talking motion with his hand, before pointing at him and then making an ominous throat slitting motion with their thumb. he seems to get the memo the second time around, quickly exiting the rec room with only a single final fleeting glance towards your peaceful face.)

(your sleepy visage belies your awareness to his presence. even in sleep your body still remembers, subtly awakening when he entered the room, feeling his burning gaze lingering on you despite being in nikto's arms.)

the second visitors to the rec room are much more welcomed ones. hong-jin and seb were surprised to see nikto there, but more importantly with you curled up peacefully in his arms.

any surprise is quickly replaced with adoration as they watch you peacefully snooze for a few more moments, before they sadly have to wake you. a simple "wakey wakey sleepyhead" and a small shake from hong-jin is all that's required to wake you. (nikto and seb do give him a teasing side eye for that.)

their hearts collectively squeeze as you gradually come to, looking at all of them with a fond glint in your sleepy gaze, a soft yawn and an even softer smile.

you now share your mornings with hong-jin, seb, and andre after that. the more the merrier after all. sometimes they fight over who gets to sit next to you, and the loser of three way rock paper scissors always sulks a little, but the smile you give all of them makes up for it.

in the quiet room nikto can feel his head nodding, drowsy with sleep, so he leaves the wall. laying down, horizontal to the foot of your bed to sleep.

(rest may not so easily visit nikto, but rest is within reach wherever you are. whether that may be right next to him, or a just few feet away in your room.

he had also gone and gifted you another teddy bear. after you so graciously gifted him yours, similar but not quite the same. with big round eyes, and cute ears and a neat bow that he tied himself, along with a little heart in one paw.)

when könig looked up from his paperwork to check if you woke up yet he was met with sound of soft snores in the room. looking around, he sees his trusted teammates sleeping peacefully and lets out an amused hum.

he feels his focus slip away, paperwork long forgotten when he stares at you.

he always liked you. long before you even joined kortac, when you were still with them. he saw himself in parts of you, like how it was so hard for you to connect with your team, and how you opted to close yourself off. he liked your tenacity, your readiness to work, it was a shame that they had gotten to you first.

which is why the 141's biggest blunder was the greatest thing they ever inadvertently did for him.

he almost pitied them, those fools. they did what they did, they chose to do it, and made the biggest mistake of their lives. no where did it ever say that he couldn't benefit from their self inflicted misery.

welcoming you to kortac was one of the best days of his life. you took to the new work like fish to water, always offering to pick up the slack whenever necessary. always finishing more paperwork than required of you, training the new recruits, you ran around non stop to help others. but he didn't like how you overdid it, even when you were on the verge of collapsing asleep in the hallway you still trudged on.

he remembers being up at ungodly hours doing work when you knocked on his office door and requested for more paperwork to do, despite the bags under your eyes protesting otherwise. when he questioned you, all you could respond with was a stilted "can't sleep." and that was that. he'll let you do paperwork until you tired and then he'd return you to your room.

but he watched in abject horror as you sat there long past him, completing reports and filing things away. and you were STILL awake and doing things even after he went to bed and woke up again. (he did place you on bed rest for a few days after that, as much as you silently complained about it.)

when this behavior continued, he knew that he had to question you about it. and so he waited until your brain was a little fuzzy from exhaustion, you inhibitions giving way to the more primal parts of your psyche. when your guard was down and you could be a little more honest.

"lieutenant." his voice broke the ambience of his still office, cutting through the sound of flitting paper and scribbling pens.

you head snapped towards his immediately, despite the way your eyes fought to stay open.

"may i ask why you work so hard? you do realize you don't need to go above and beyond, ja? you're only exhausting yourself doing this."

a pregnant pause lingered in the air as you stared at the floor under his feet. your grip tightened on your pen, and he thought that you'd get up and leave entirely.

"if you don't want to answer you don't have to. i won't force you--" his sentence was cut off abruptly when you looked directly at him.

"because i have to." your voice, despite being a whisper was more akin to a bomb. he was confused, going to question further but you then continued.

"if i'm not useful anymore. then i'll be discarded again like before." your voice was the weakest he's ever heard it, vulnerable and scared. your eyes were downcast again, avoiding his piercing gaze whilst unshed tears built in your own.

the sight of your tears glimmering under the warm lamp lights quickly roused him to comfort you. corralling your shaking and sobbing body into his arms, holding you tight as you sobbed your heart out.

he didn't tell you to stop, only letting you continue emptying your emotions where it was safe. one arm around the back of your neck and the other soothing up and down your back, "it's ok, sweetheart. it's ok. i promise you will never go through that again. so long as i live, i'll be right beside you. they won't ever touch you ever again, i'll make sure of it."

right there, in that cramped office of his during a frigid night, being consoled and comforted by your colonel, what else could you do but believe him? he sounded so self assured, his tone kept soft and low, cradling you against him until you fell asleep.

(price wasn't envious of könig at all, he was the man that put you into that position in the first place. executing that god forsaken order that ruined your life and theirs.

so why couldn't he will himself to walk away when he heard the two of you talking?

hell, he could hear your sobs being muffled into könig's chest. could hear you murmur the smallest "thank you"s towards him too. but no, he was most certainly not envious of könig at all.

how silly would that be.)

(könig had most certainly known that price was outside. if not for his footsteps breaking the still night, then most certainly the camera recording would've told him. bastard just doesn't know when to stop does he. god, if you weren't positively sobbing yourself into exhaustion in his arms he would've stomped outside to tell him to go fuck himself.)

a few days after you confessed your troubles to him he awoke with a sigh, needing to talk to horangi. but he wasn't in his room. and neither was krueger. or nikto for that matter. and when he checked your room, you weren't there either. it left him scratching his head as he wandered through base in the morning until eventually stumbling into the rec room.

there you all were, on the rec room bench, bathed in the glow of early morning all sharing quiet conversation. his heart lurched in his chest at the sight of you, so happy you were practically glowing, squished between horangi and nikto.

when he was about to turn heel and flee you noticed him, calling out to him and so politely asking him to join. he froze before stiffly turning around and tottering over to an empty seat near you.

"so... this is where you all are in the mornings?" he spoke quietly, trying not to break the relaxed atmosphere.

and you piped up from your comfy place on the bench before anyone else could. "yeah! we're all here every morning. why don't you just join us from now on könig? i'm so sorry we didn't say anything earlier, you we're just really busy all the time and i ah... i guess i didn't want to bother you."

his eyes widened a fraction while his hands tensed around his coffee cup, taking a moment to mull it over. "sure. why not."

the bright grin you gave him in response rivaled the sun.

but he quickly woke from his reverie when he heard you sob. the sound still haunts him in his nightmares, blind and deaf he would still be able to tell when you were crying. the four of them snapping to attention as you contorted painfully on the bed.

you were back in that godforsaken interrogation room again.

where the lights blinded you in the darkness, where the cold nipped at your fingers and nose, where the ropes bound your body and where fear and hunger made themselves uninvited companions to your misery.

what would they take from you this time? hacking away at you more and more and more until nothing was left. your body, your mind, your pride, your soul, all fit to be chopped up and tossed aside.

what had you done this time? spoke too loudly, too much? didn't speak enough? looked at someone wrong? stood out too much? or did you try and fade into the background? it didn't matter anyway, they would hammer you down like a bent nail until it wasn't even visible on the wood's surface anymore, with only a crater left in it's wake.

oh, look. ol' skipper is here too this time. what a party it is now! the more the merrier of course, yes, why not allow price to blindly stick you with pins as if it were a mere birthday game?

what's the matter cap'n? got jealous just watching from the sidelines and wanted to join in on the fun now too? there's more than enough to play with and to discard before you get bored.

look at all the fun toys you have at your disposal! used syringes with mysterious unknown liquid, rusty pliers and nails, broken glass, a hot branding iron, and whatever other indistinguishable horrors lay on that table!

what fun will we have together today?

"sweet--" what? what was that? that didn't sound like any of them.

"sweetheart-- sweetheart wake up" were they talking to you? who was talking to you?

it was as if the ropes had melted away with no resistance when you stood up, stumbling your way to the door with warm light behind it. the torturous room falling away into the white void behind you with each further step you took.

"wake up sweetheart." the voice was coming from behind the door. with little hesitance you turned the knob on the door and with a gasp you awoke with a start. you were safe.

warm and safe. safe and warm. far, far away from that room. far away from them.

they had all deflated like a balloon, rife with heartache when you finally woke up from the nightmare. your panting and whimpers of "help" and "stop" and "please" had distressed them, watching you flail around haplessly made them want to cry. it was only when könig started to utter "sweetheart" to you that you calmed for a bit, then finally rousing from that horrid memory.

when you had registered that they were all there, at your bed, waiting for you, you nearly burst into tears again. a small wobbly smile gracing your face as you pulled them all into a tight hug.

"i'm happy. i'm so happy to see you all again. i love you all so much. thank you for waiting for me." they melted into your touch, your hug, until you pulled away and wiped at your eyes.

you muttered what had happened without any prompting from them, all too shaken up from the dream to keep quiet. "i saw them again. in my dream. i was in that room again. i think something will happen soon. it.... it felt different this time. my captain was there, too. he's usually never present in them."

they had made sure to be hyper vigilant around you that week. nearly pouncing on any of the 141 whenever they got too close or looked at you for too long. barring their teeth and snapping their jaws, before ushering you far and away from them.

but even the most hyper vigilant of hounds can't protect all the time.

it happened after you went to the bathroom during dinner. one way in, one way out, no where for you to run. at first it was mactavish, of fucking course it was mactavish. cornering you in that hallway to beg for your forgiveness, asking for you to return. what emboldened them so much this time around? oh you definitely knew. seeing you happy, oh so happy without them.

they knew their window to get you to return to them was closing, and fast. but they hadn't realized that it closed a long, long time ago. instead, your tolerance for them was dwindling, slowly, slowly draining until you'd finally explode.

mactavish just wouldn't let you go, kept sputtering on and on about how sorry he was until garrick and riley had showed up as reinforcement. at least garrick had enough balls to look you in the eyes as he begged you to return. riley didn't even look at you, staring at the tile above your head instead. allowed mactavish and garrick to do all the talking for him, the despicable bastard.

as if it wasn't bad enough to be hounded by the three of them, their ring leader had finally showed up too. strutting onto the scene with a stride far too casual to be appropriate. the man who you saw like a father, the one who tossed you to the dark without a second thought, the one who was too cowardly to show up and do the dirty work himself.

you didn't want to say anything. didn't want to give them the satisfaction of your reactions, your emotions, anymore of your life that they'd taken from you without remorse. but you had more than enough.

"don't you know when to take a fucking hint? haven't you done enough already?! when the hell did i ever say i wanted to return? what sort of message did you manage to delude yourselves into thinking was real?" you barked at them. they had looked taken aback, not expecting your outburst.

"but-- bonnie, i promise this time we'll be better! we promise! we'll take care of you--" if looks could kill, frankly, mactavish would've been a pile of ash on the floor.

"what makes you think you can take better care of me better than my own team can? where was this attitude when i first joined, huh? where was it? you don't even feel bad about what you did to me! you're just saying sorry to absolve yourselves from the guilt of what you did. like doing that could fix anything you did to me. you don't actually care and you never did! just-- all of you can go fuck yourselves."

mactavish looked like a kicked puppy but you couldn't care less at all. until price spoke up, just had to open his fucking gob didn't he.

"ye don't mean that." he muttered as you attempted to leave.

you turned abruptly to level him a nasty glare.

"oh i'm sorry. did you become a mind reader all of a sudden, price? what the hell do you even know about intention anyway? i'm pretty sure you didn't give any second thought to whether i actually intended to "betray" you all, now did you? well listen to me when i say this, if you ever try to pull this fucking stunt again i intent to make sure that no one would've ever even heard of you. i will make damn sure, that it was like you never even existed in the first place."

you had been gone for suspiciously long, their food trays abandoned without second thought as they went to look for you. rounding a corner near the bathroom they saw you muttering something to price.

they all watched as your eyes lit up when you saw your team, eagerly scampering over to them. horangi had pulled you into a hug, asking if you were ok, if they touched you all the while glaring at them. from the corner of you eye you could still see them, standing still as if you couldn't.

"what the hell are you all still standing there for? either use the bathroom or leave already, jesus christ."

as they were leaving, now, now riley thought it was a good idea to finally speak. the gall of these men is ridiculous.

"sergeant--" he started.

"that's lieutenant to you, riley." you barely spared him a glance before you turned to talk to könig once more.

"lieutenant.. we just--" could they seriously not take a hint? it's not even a hint, it's as obvious as a stop sign.

"are you that dense? do i need to sound it out for you? leave. me. the. fuck. alone. riley." he stood stock still for a few moments, looking at and searching for something on your face.

"you heard them, leutnant." he didn't even bother to look at könig, only shaking his head as he drifted down the hall.

you let out a deep sigh when they were all finally out of sight. practically collapsing boneless against könig's chest as he rocked back and forth soothingly. he patted your hair adoringly, cooing at you as they led you away, back to their barracks.

they lay you on top of konig's chest, with krueger and horangi holding you from each side, whilst nikto lies on top of you like a weighted blanket.

squished between all of them, you've never felt more content and loved. the 141 had their chance, but with you in their hands now? kortac would never, ever let you go.

one man's trash is another man's treasure after all.

taglist: @erintaro @trulovekay @rainingkatzen @blackcats-and-witchcraft @callsofthesky

[rasangan-raspberry]

You know I've seen the memes of Zoro gripping Luffy tight and everyone says "chill ain't no one try to take him from you". Don't get me wrong I do love them, but there is a lot of people trying to take Luffy from Zoro canonically. Take as in taking his life (its like the world government's goal right now)

[7arami]

Totally Bats! Pt 0

Totally Spies x Batfam

"Omg 7arami, another dumb stupid dumb dumb crossover that includes both your obsession over your favorite childhood shows and your obsession over the batfamily?"

YES!!! God! Yall can never just let a girl be happy!

Todays word for you to take a shot every time it's used is: now.

get fucked :)

Now, I want to clarify this, Sam, Alex, and Clover will not be as slow as they are in the show. This isn't to say they are dumb. It's just that Totally Spies is meant for children, so they tend to take a while when it comes to realizing pretty obvious stuff. So for this Au, they'll be much more competent, just so they can be on a more even playing field with the bats. And like I mean, cmon. These are girls who are some of the best spies in the world and they are still in high school (Sophomores at least, Juniors at most [pretty sure they're suppose to be sophomores, based off the first season at least, but that isn't really important]). So they are going to be as competent as A-Class spies should be. In my head, I've always seen (and felt it was heavily implied by the show [def in the movie at least]) that Sam is very book smart, knowledgeable. Clover is best at looking at the situation through a unique perspective, shes sharp and charismatic. And Alex is more athletic, stronger, faster, better technical wise yknow. And this isn't me trying to assign one trait as their whole personality, I'm just saying that each one clearly has a strength and they are all talented and efficient spies.

Now, for the actually interesting part yall are really reading this for. So, I'm thinking they have a case that involves Wayne Industries, specifically someone has used Wayne Inc. technology and have also abducted WOOHP agents. So the girls aren't in Gotham to work with the bats, they are just investigating Wayne Enterprise to see if they can find any intel on what was stolen and the role it may have played in the abduction of WHOOP agents.

The girls first break into WayneTech to gather intel, but when they realize that the more personal info isn't kept in the building, specifically the stuff pertaining the break in and stolen weapons, they decide to look more into Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, and Lucius Fox.

Now, for this little incursion into WayneTech, I have two options. One is where the combination of Bruce being caught up in his own investigation/out on patrol/dealing with a villain/etc. and the girls being experienced spies that have the skill to break in undetected into a technically Bat guarded building, allow the girls to have a successful infiltration. The second option is that, even though they are great spies they still get caught by Bruce's or Oracle's surveillance and it leads to an early confrontation between the bats and the spies. (For this, just cause they do need to keep their identities intact for later on, they are wearing masks and like hoods or something. I know they tend to raw dog it and just now really wear any face covering, but that's not practical . . . sorry.) So the spies get into their first confrontation with Batman, and probably Robin with a couple of others probably on the way. Due to a lack of communication, Bruce sees them as more infiltrators attempting to steal more technology. While the girls, who know of Batman and his gang of vigilantes, just see them as annoying obstacles in the way of their investigation (especially cause WOOHP is an established global organization, while Batman is a rich dude playing dress up [at least in their eyes lol]. Like one of the big things is that, while Bruce may work with the law many times, he is still simultaneously working outside the law just by being a vigilante). The girls are able to keep up with Bruce and Damian (I know, not really realistic and pretty self-indulgent, whatever sue me. My girls kick ass and save the world on a daily basis while having a sense of fashion) but have to make a quick escape when more bats and birds start to show up.

Now, Bruce is obsessing over these three very skilled girls that were able to break in to his building, yet didn't seem to steal anything like the people before them. The girls on the other hand are looking for away to access a personal device from those who have access to that kind of sensitive information. (And while I'm writing this, I know that it would make much more sense for them to look for whoever is the head of the weapons department or like police [*cough* pigs *coughcough* ACAB] or whatever, but lets just say they are indisposed or on vacation or whatever the fuck. Cause that isn't as interesting as the girls following and trying to steal intel from Bruce, Tim, or even Lucius.) Jerry tells them about a gala that some of the Waynes and Lucius will be attending. Sam, Alex, and Clover see this as the perfect opportunity to get closer to their targets and because it'll be at Wayne manor they may even be able to hack Bruce's (or Tim's) personal laptop. Clover is also excited to attend a Gala, maybe even get the chance to talk to the Dick Grayson. (Dick is polite but doesn't entertain Clover because he is not a pedo freak :) [I was also considering aging them {the girls} up to like college students just because, but that isn't me saying there will be anything between with Dick or Clover, it'll just be another case of Clover falling for a pretty face, yknow.])

Skip to the Gala, the girls are all glammed up. You'll have to use your imagination for now when it comes to how they look, but I bet you can choose any random episode and you'll find a good enough black tie event look. Maybe even that one disguise where Clover and Sam are a rich couple with Alex as their child lol. Anyways they make it through with the help of Jerry and split off to each talk with a target. Clover calls Bruce, whether it be because of the whole Brucie persona or she hopes that she'll have a better chance at catching a glimpse of his eldest if she talks with him (maybe Dick isn't even there lol, maybe instead Clover is ripping her hair out over the snotty little brat [Damian] that is stuck to his dad's side like glue with a permanent glare tattooed onto his face). Sam is talking with Lucius in hopes of being able to trigger a conversation about Wayne technology. And Alex is left to talk with Tim, or at least she tries but the dude seems pretty evasive. (I have an idea that Tim might've forced Steph to come, and Alex ends up getting distracted and quickly becomes BFFs with Stephanie. I just have this string feeling they'd get a long really well.)

When the girls group up again, Clover is complaining about a kid with a worse attitude than Mandy, Sam is geeking out over the many science departments within Wayne Enterprise, and Alex is bragging about her new friend. However, none of them have any new info, so instead they get set on searching the house. In hopes they'll come across some files or a personal laptop. As they discreetly depart from the main party hall, and make their way through the first floor, they come across a well lived in office. While Sam and Alex are looking through the desks and shelves, Clover takes a second to fix her hair through the reflection of a clock. It takes a second, but Clover notices that the clock doesn't actually work, there is no ticking whatsoever. When she points it out to her friends, Sam takes a second to examine it herself, but this time with her x-ray glasses. (It actually surprises me so much, but I don't think that's one of the gadgets they have. Like they have infrared heat detector glasses [which def wouldn't help in this case] and binocular shades and stuff, but I don't remember x-ray sunglasses and I didn't find it on the wiki. Which like yall might not find that too crazy, but this show literally has a device for like everything, yet somehow no x-ray sunglasses. Whatever maybe I'm just overreacting about this [I def am overreacting]) She finds that there is a device in the clock, almost similar to a safe, where a certain placement of the hand would cause it to trigger the lock, and a passage behind it. Alex, using the Ultra-Sensitive Earring Microphone is able to hear the click when she puts the minute and hour hand in the right place.

The girls walk through the now opened passage, that closes right behind them as they enter, and find a stair case that leads very deep under the whole manor. As the girls walk through the large high tech cave system, they are surprised but not that impressed because they've been chased and hunted through the maze that is WOOHP Headquarters. It doesn't take long for them to realize that Bruce Wayne is Batman. While Alex is freaking out over the revelation and Clover is theorizing if Dick Grayson is Nightwing, and lowkey drooling over the idea. Sam is instead drooling over the bat-computer in front of her. Not hesitating for a moment to look into the files Batman not only has on the missing weapons but the missing people, that he has yet to figure out are WOOHP agents. (For now I'm just acting as though WOOHP is a very discrete organization, but honestly I think it would work either way if Bruce did know.)

Now, either Bruce gets alerted that someone's in the cave and quickly figures out it is not any of his kids or, and this definitely more fun, Alfred finds them. Maybe Alfred doesn't stay in the manor when there are Galas, sure he helps to set them before hand, of course he does. But once everything is all set, the food has been finished and plated, the drinks have been filled, and the staff is prepped, Alfred doesn't have any reason to be among the guest, for he is nothing but a lowly butler, and he hates being in the vicinity if all these rich slobs who were raised with no manners. So instead, Alfred has his dinner then makes his way down to the cave with a cup of tea, teacakes, and a good book; it is the only thing he has to look forward to when it comes to his home being infested with these unruly vermin (and that's an insult to vermin). So imagine his surprise and irritation when he finds three girls floundering around the bat-computer. Alfred is quick to grab his shotgun and cock it. That works well enough to grab these intruders attention. However the reaction he gets isn't what he was expecting. Instead of freezing or fighting, the girls gape at him like he's grown another head. What Alfred doesn't know is that he looks exactly like these spies' boss.

Clover: OMG! Jerry! What the heck! Why'd you have us bash this lame party if you already just had access to this place! Sam: Uh- Clover, I don't think that's Jerry . . . Alfred: I assure you ladies, I am not Jerry. Now do you mind telling me what business you have here. Alex: Woah, he sounds and talks just like Jerry too. Maybe they're like long lost twins. OMG! What if this is like a Parent Trap situation. Clover: *Already taking out her compact to call Jerry to check* Jerry! We found your twin! *Turns the compact to show off Alfred to Jerry and vice versa* Look! He talks funny, just like you! And he's bald! Just! Like! You! Alfred & Jerry: *Both go to touch the top of their head subconsciously* NOT BALD! just balding . . .

God just the idea of Alfred and Jerry being the same person or like related gives me so many more ideas. Like I could give Sam, Alex, and Clover some like fucked back story where they are raised to be child soldiers and Jerry/Alfred (cause they'd be the same person) goes back for them one day to save them. It ends up with him showing up at Bruce's doorstep after being missing for a week with three teenager child soldier spies. Or maybe a mission goes wrong and Jerry has to send the girls to his twin so he can protect them.

GOD THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!!!! I'M ACTUALLY GONNA EAT MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!! ٩꒰ʘʚʘ๑꒱۶

literally also thinking of like Barbara and Sam being sisters or Cass and Alex being sisters or Steph and Clover being sisters. OMG I FUCKING LOVE SISTERS AJHGUYSGOSDHIUSAGD!!!!!! ( ಡ艸ಡ )

[bloomingkyras]

Unexpected surprise.

transcript under the cut.

On the line: I got the Lot for the Restaurant and I'll be back home soon.Miss u, Honey.

Rosé: I thought u gonna wait until u got the documents.. Miss u more.

On the line: no. they gonna email me

[someone knock the door]

Rosé: Babe, I think someone come to my apartment. Update me when u home.Bye.

Rosé: I'm coming..

Rose was so shock knowing that her boyfriend Zane, was infront her apartment door. And excitedly hugging him.

Rosé: Babe!! I though u gonna come home next week .

Zane: Surprise! I just arrive and I miss u. So, I stop by before back to Tomarang.

Zane: I have another surprise for u..

Rosé: Not again..

Zane: Ur favorite flower, Miss Rose.

Rosé: Aww..u don't have to..

Rosé: But, thank you.

Zane: Most welcome.

Rosé: I love u

Zane: me too..

[wh1teswans]

happy april 29th to all who celebrate

[just-fear-the-simp]

Yeah so uhhh i’ve been doing a small side project and im putting way too much effort into it 😃👍

Here’s a few backgrounds i’ve made so far :D

Please don’t use these anywhere >_< this is a mini passion project im making on the side <3

[kimis-gloves]

i think we need to talk about this photo i found on pinterest

[moxsquanch]

HEARTBREAKING! the two worst people you know are actually really happy with each other. good for them....?

[rasangan-raspberry]

You know I've seen the memes of Zoro gripping Luffy tight and everyone says "chill ain't no one try to take him from you". Don't get me wrong I do love them, but there is a lot of people trying to take Luffy from Zoro canonically. Take as in taking his life (its like the world government's goal right now)

[puck-luck]

I have so many things to say but I'm speechless

[7arami]

Totally Bats: Child Soldiers Version Pt 1

dun dun dunnnnnnnn!

GUYS! I finally did it. I have achieved the most useless and brain dead achievement to be achieved. I watched the first 6 seasons of Totally Spies (I even took some notes and wrote down ideas I had while watching [pathetic, I know (✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)✌]) within a week. I am a useless burden to society ๑(◕‿◕)๑!

Special thanks to @akuri-shinsou2nd for reminding me Jerry already had a twin; you lowkey triggered this binge watch by helping me to realize how much I've forgotten lol. Rewatching, I also realized I've never watched the 6th season lol. Also I'm gonna like expand on literally like offhanded comments made throughout the show, and like hyper fixate on them. Anywhoozles, onto the part yall are probably actually reading this for.

So, in the early years of WOOHP, Terrance has taken control and Jerry Lewis flees to Gotham under the alias Alfred Pennyworth. He still becomes the butler for the Waynes and has been with Bruce since the beginning. Terrance now has access a multi-billion dollar world organization with both endless resources and all of Jerry's weapon/machine blueprints. (I like the idea that Alfred/Jerry, both being retired spies, has helped Batman design his gadgets pre-Lucius.) Because I want the girls to be closer to age to most of the bat kids, Terrance is the one to discover the girls' potential. But none of that 'Spy/Villian-Gene' bullshit, he just somehow found them. I'll think of a better explanation later, I mean he could have literally just have cameras set up in random places scoping out potential soldiers like Jerry did. Also I dunno if I'll just keep the name WOOHP and just try to figure out a new acronym or come up with something else entirely, because they are not gonna be called the L.A.M.O.S. (doesn't even work for this organization).

Sam, Alex, and Clover were abducted from their families when they were kids by Terrance because he saw their potential and decided to train them to be his spies/soldiers. I'm thinking Terrance uses them for a variety of reasons, whether it is for his own personal missions/goals/vendettas or to offer them up as mercenaries for hire to other villains. Like I'm thinking he transforms WOOHP into his own criminal empire, that its hq is out in SoCal but they do work everywhere and anywhere.

There training and treatment was much harsher when they were younger, I don't think I need to go into gruesome detail for you to understand that Terrance's training for these children to become his personal soldiers was inhumane and torturous. The girls have even tried to escape, but it has only led to punishment. After like the third or fourth try, Terrance in a moment of fury decided that punishing the girls directly wasn't enough. Because Alex is my favorite, I'm gonna give her special treatment (◡‿◡✿) . . . as in I'm gonna kill her dad (whoopsies, what can I say, I like to see my favorites suffer [but don't worry, Sam and Clover will also have their own unique character development moments (•‿•) {don't wanna discriminate}]).

I'm thinking Alex just had poor timing and happened to be the unlucky failed escape attempt that received the brunt of Terrance's anger, and was subsequently made an example of. Terrance made Alex, and Sam/Clover, watch as they killed her father and said that if any of them continue with these attempts he will kill each and everyone of their family members. Also I had this idea that Terrance originally brought Alex's mom, but the Inventor got a little crush on her and ended up begging Terrance not to kill her, Terrance had to instead go for Alex's father. But this is just a dumb little background detail I thought of when I was watching 'Totally Busted 3', I found it funny how quickly/brutally Carmen (Alex's mom) shot the Inventor down even though he literally had her trapped.

As they got older, the girls' lack of will to escape began to stem from a disbelief that there was anything left for them to return to rather than the fear of their families being harmed. It was hard to care when they could barely remember them. And at that point years have passed and no one has come to help them, and they are also very aware of the many crimes they have committed over the years (though they tend to not dwell on it). Along with this change in mentality, Terrance has become a bit more lenient with them as the girls have grown to become more compliant with his orders. Their small room (they share a room) is not as sterile as it was the first time they had woken up in it. Terrance has allowed Sam a few books, Alex is allowed a stuffed turtle (Ollie), and Clover got some fashion magazines. Those fashion magazines will be the main reason the girls' are able to pass for normal teenage girls at a cursory glance. It is what makes them dream of shopping, the boys on the cover are their first silly little crushes, and it has played a role in how they speak. But besides that these girls are fucked in the head.

So for Sam I'm thinking of a scientist who lacks ethical boundaries, she lets her morbid curiosity take control and it leads to her doing some cruel acts in a completely objective and unempathetic manner. For instance, she used/experimented Dr. Gelee and Max Exterminus to her hearts content (with Terrance's approval of course), and though she won't admit it, her carelessness is somewhat fueled by their creepy treatment to Alex and Clover

Alex tends to bounce from mania to inattention. She can be very reckless and brutal when it comes to attacking her opponents, more focused on the adrenaline rush she vies for anytime she's on a mission. But when she's not in the middle of a fight, she's tends to be in her own world. Similar to how Alex usually is with her ditziness and giggly behavior. She barely acknowledges anything besides Sam, Clover, Terrance (reluctantly), and fighting/her mission. Basically she's an adrenaline junky.

Clover can be very vengeful and conniving. Many of her actions are fueled by spite, but she never let's that side show. Clover is able to hide this behind a mask of charisma. She can trap her target in a false sense of warmth and security solely through her words and expression, only to kill them the next second without a sliver of remorse. You'll never know when she's lying.

The only people these girls care about is each other, the one thing they'll stand against Terrance on is each other. They have no problem abandoning anyone else from their organization, but they refuse to be split from each other, they refuse to leave each other behind. They can rely on no one else besides each other, they are the only family any of them know anymore.

Now, where does the batfamily come in with all of this?

Let's say the girls are 16. (The Totally Spies Wiki says they were 14 at the beginning of the show, but I swear to God one of them talked about their learners permit, meaning they had to at least be like 15 and half or something, but whatever. This is my Au and I say they're 16, mainly cause I want to put them in Gotham Academy. Otherwise I'd just keep them as college students.) Terrance sens them on a personal mission to Gotham, their target is the Wayne's butler. Not any of the Waynes but their butler. Terrance had just recently found that his brother had faked his death and has actually been hiding out in Gotham in the shadows of the Bruce Wayne. Terrance enrolls the girls into Gotham Academy with an apartment they share. They are meant to infiltrate Wayne Manor by any means, and eliminate Alfred Pennyworth. Terrance decides to not tell the girls that Alfred is actually his twin brother Jerry, because that is not information they need to be privy to, and it's not like they are gonna assume they're related with all his plastic surgery work.

The girls had initially just planned on breaking into the house, but when they went to scope out the area before hand, they come to realize how fortified the manor really is. To an excessive degree for some rich dude, like 10x more than the security for the average billionaire. This not only intrigues the girls, but also irritates them cause now this mission is gonna take way more work to complete. This is what leads to them being enrolled into Gotham Academy, with the hopes of befriending at least one of the bats in order to get closer to their butler, who they have noticed to be very attentive to all the Wayne children.

As the girls get closer to the Wayne kids, they begin to notice how odd they act. Constantly rushing here and there, throwing flimsy excuses, consistently achieving impressive feats very casually. And this feeling is mutual. Tim notices how extensive Sam's computer knowledge is, maybe even Oracle gets a surprise cyber attack from Sam. Duke watches in awe as Alex dominates every sport during P.E., even experiences first hand as she absolutely breaks his ankles during soccer. Cass has a very off feeling about Clover, a feeling that, for once, she cannot decipher.

This all leads to both parties keeping a keen eye on each other. And of course because this is Gotham, the girls don't escape the chaos that riddles this city.

Personally I'm imagining Joker breaking out deciding to do a biochemical attack on Gotham Academy with an excessive amount of Joker Venom. While the batkids try to resolve the situation in a more low profile manner, the girls fall back on their instinct. Thanks to many of their gadgets looking like normal everyday objects girls would have (Compowder, Ultrasensitive Earring Microphone, Expandable Cable Bungee Belt, Laser Nail File, etc.) they have an easier time taking down all of Joker's goons (though they don't really need their gadgets to take them down cause they kickass :)). Sam soon is able to figure out a cure in the schools Chem Lab. Tim watches in shock, he had sent and S.O.S alert to Bruce, Dick, and Jason beforehand. Now, though, he is watching as they new kids rip through Joker's goons and even make a cure just from a school science lab, a rich school science lab but still.

Also, while I was watching I noticed that on multiple occasions Alex has straight up just not hesitated at all to just eat random chemicals she comes across. Like if it weren't for Sam, she totally would have. So I'm thinking, Alex is watching as Sam analyzes the Joker venom and just this compulsion to have taste of the bright neon green liquid. Sam, distracted by her work, didn't notice and Tim had noticed too late. It was just a drop, so the effects aren't too serious but Alex starts giggling like a maniac. Tim is trying to talk her through it, Sam has noticed at this point but just sees it as sign to work harder on creating an antidote. Not a moment later the lab door is busted open and more henchmen begin to charge in. Sam doesn't even look up, instead calmly delegating the task to Alex, who does so gleefully. Tim watches in horror as Alex happily mangle their attackers with too much accuracy. She almost looks like Dick with all her flips, Tim can't help but be impressed as he watches her do a back flip into kick at the back of one of the clowns head and into one the desks, practically curb stomping the man. Clover on the other hand has slowly but surely been making her way to the Joker, effectively sneaking up behind him and with no hesitation drives the Laser Nail File into both his eyes and fires the laser into his heart. Yes queen! Slay!

Batman and Nightwing finally show up to see Alex giggling as she jumps up and down on the back of an unconscious goon, Sam administering a cure to all the students, and Clover filing her nails with a bloodied nail file. Joker's unmoving body is thrown off to the side and Bruce turns to Tim for an explanation, who just stares at the three. He wouldn't let them go, insisting they needed to stay. Alex didn't really care, Sam was already in the middle of something, and Clover wasn't gonna just leave without them.

Tim explains everything to Bruce and Oracle bring up whatever security footage she could salvage from the event. The girls are escorted out by Batman, trailing behind them is Nightwing, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, and Damian. The other Wayne kids had followed Dick under the guise of Nightwing getting their perspectives of the event. Tim had already been with Sam, Duke followed Alex when she had bolted to find her sisters, and Cass & Steph were the ones to come across Clover standing over Joker's corpse; Damian's just following the rest of his family (he's in middle school or something, so he was in a different part of the school). They reach a more secluded area, away from the police cars, firetrucks, ambulances, and news vans. They reach a lone and sleek car, in front of it is an old man, standing with impeccable posture. Clover and Sam instantly recognize the guy as their target, sadly for them so does Alex.

Alex: *still giggling gleefully, one arm wrapped over stomach, almost doubling over, the other pointing at Alfred* Hey! Isn't that the guy Terrance wants us to kill? Batfam: . . . Sam & Clover: *deadpanned, side eyeing Alex* Sam: *groans* goddammit Alex Clover: *punching Alex over the head* Great job Alex! You want to say it louder! See if you can get Superman's attention next?! Batman: You girls definitely need to come with me- Alfred: *making quick strides to be in front of the three girls* Did you just say Terrance, as in Terrance Lewis? Alex: *laughing even harder now, almost falling over* Terrance has a last name?! Sam: *arms folded and looking blankly at Alfred* We don't know a Terrance. Sorry. Clover: *clenches the nail file that is still in her hand, (Bruce had tried to get it off of her, but she hadn't budged)* Alfred: *notices this and looks to her hand, instantly recognizing it as one of his designs, now looking at the with furrowed brows* All three of you work for Terrance Lewis. And he sent you here to kill me. Sam & Clover side-eye each other as if having a conversation in their minds, while Alex finally collapses in a fit of hysterical laughter. Steph: *steps up* Who the fu-rick is Terrance !?! Everyone looking between the girls and Alfred Alfred: *sighs* . . . He is my twin.

That's all for today, I still have some little ideas I want to add to this, mostly background detail stuff and I might write a few scenes we'll see. This idea also got me thinking about if the girls were taken in by Amanda Waller, so like they are still child soldiers but I guess not as bad yknow. I will also edit the errors in this later. Toodles!

[loveryswift]

OH... BOYFRIEND TAYLOR.

[aiscapades]

mhin enjoyers beware .... you have another boyfriend in fields of mistria

[satosktty]

sukuna waking up to being half through a random process of ascension because satoru wanted him to be like a god from fear and hunger after he hyperfixated on the game and Sukuna won't try to get out because of the fact gojo's eyes have to be stretched as wide as possible and he's way more interested in that even though he's actually horrified if this works he might become a ghost boyfriend

satoru hovering over him in just some boxers with with an small axe in hand and is like 'oh dw :D I read on this for about 5 hours before you'll be fine'

sukuna is not fine — well he is because he locked in after he saw satoru about to remove his head from his body and sukuna is the one who ends up apologizing for ruining the ritual

[lunarpeonie]

Beach Vacation with Nanami HC:

You and Nanami need a break from your stressful lives.

You both have been exhausted from work, your busy schedules keeping you apart for much longer than either of you would have liked. That was why when Nanami suggested a weekend getaway to Shimoda to sit on the beach and drink piña coladas (okay you may have added that last part in your head), you jumped at the idea.

The morning of the trip, Nanami loads his sleek black sedan with your luggage. When he sees your suitcase, his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“You do know we’re only going for three days, right?” His eyes scanned the easily 50 pounds of clothes neatly secured by your bubble gum pink suitcase.

“Yeah but what if I forgot something? I even brought extra pillows for us in case the hotel pillows are uncomfortable.” You anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating if you should go back up to your apartment and pack an extra duffel bag with anything you may have missed. Nanami just lets out a chuckle under his breath and lifts your overpacked luggage into his trunk.

The ride to the beach goes much quicker than you thought, what with your perfectly curated road trip playlist filled with odes to yours and Nanami’s emo phases. (Nanami listened to both My Chemical Romance and The Used and knew about all of the drama, you can’t convince me otherwise.)

When you get to the hotel, you plop your entire body onto the king bed, starfish style while Nanami checks to make sure the locks on the doors and windows work. (Such is the life of someone who works in as much danger as he.)

“Kento, can we get ready for the beach now? We can’t waste a minute of this precious daylight!” Your arms thread around his waist, hands resting on the hard expanse of his stomach while you squeezed him in a tight hug. It was hard to contain your elation at the fact that you finally had some alone time together. A soft smile formed on Nanami’s face as he put his hands on top of yours.

“Wait one moment before you get changed, I bought us something. You jump to your tip toes to give Kento a peck on the mouth. While his aloof personality made it seem like he didn’t care to some, in reality he was just very good at hiding his thoughtfulness.

While you were working one day, Kento had bought matching neon orange swimsuits for the two of you. (The color may have been a choice made specifically after watching a tiktok on how hard it was to spot certain colors of swimsuits in the water. Knowing your impulsive nature and love for thrill, Kento shivered at the thought of you insisting you reach the sand bar only to disappear under the waves. The swimsuits had been bought the same day.)

After changing, you made the short walk to the beach where the hotel had already set out chairs and umbrellas out on the sandy dunes for the guests. You settled yourselves into the lounge chairs, Kento opening his new read, a book bought a month earlier but had been neglected due to lack of time. You positioned your body toward Nanami, laying on your right side with your elbow propped to keep your head up.

You took this time to admire your boyfriend. He seemed so at peace, with his fingers threaded through the pages of the book to hold it open. His Ray Ban sunglasses had slid toward the end of his nose and you could catch a peek at his sepia toned eyes scanning the pages. The infrequent moments where stress didn’t mar the length of his face were your favorite. It was times like this where you were reminded just how young your partner really was and the toll his job as a grade one sorcerer took on him.

“Mmh, Kento, how would you feel about a piña colada right now? You can’t stay at a hotel on the beach without having a piña colada.” A mischievous smile snuck its way onto your lips at the suggestion. Nanami rolled his eyes but pulled out his wallet, weeding out his credit card and tossing it onto your chair while you happily wiggled. You make the trek to the hotel beach bar, making special care to order a piña colada with two straws and an umbrella in between.

On your way back to Nanami, you get the bright idea to sing to him. As you get closer, you start, “Kento, if you like piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain, you wouldn’t be a sorcerer, if you had half a brain ~ ♪” Nanami takes your teasing well, waiting for you to put down the drink before swinging you into his arms, spinning you around in circles.

“You seem to love my half-brain.” A grin touches his lips as he listens to you giggle and he leans in to give you a tender kiss against your lips.

Here, it was easy for the both of you to forget all the worries waiting for you at home and just enjoy the moment with each other.

[tense-cat]

what do you mean i'm physically and legally a human adult? fuck nah, i'm Mothman's boyfriend and the child to Virgil and Remus Sanders bitch. what is this "human" you talk of? cuz it ain't me.