#Slight angst?

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Beyond the Grave

Danny Fenton gets the surprise of his life when the Justice League accepts a mission in Amity Park.

No, they were there for ghost issues. lt turns out that if people aren't exposed to shock waves of Ectoplasm radiation, they don't get fun side effects like seeing the dead. That's why the town people had called his parents loons up until the portal was open.

There hadn't been enough death energy to make them visible, let alone corporeal enough to touch the human world. Even Danny had thought his parents were chasing an unrealistic dream until that fateful day when Sam convinced him to walk through the portal.

What the Justice League was there to do was stop this company that had been kidnapping meta children all over the country. They had hidden them a little outside Amity Park, where people rarely drove by. Danny had only gone through those back roads twice, and he's lived in Amity Park all his life.

No one had the slightest idea that a secret lab was operating underground, forcing experimentation on children. Danny felt horrible he had missed this, as the self-proclaimed hero of the area, but his expertise was in ghosts. They were pretty straightforward and loud in their evil plots.

Something like this required resources, training, and detective skills that Danny didn't have. What made him feel a little bit better about all this was that Danny had found the children before the Justice League.

He just won't tell them that because it made his own kidnapping rather embarrassing. Somehow, the scientists- if that can even be called that- had detected Danny's hidden powers. While he was busy crawling out of a dumpster- Dash had thrown him in there- a van had pulled up and thrown a collar onto his neck.

Danny was so stunned by the action that he could not stop a taser to the neck in time. His entire body had cramped up, but not before he had sent a burst of energy to the broken security camera, tuning it on and broadcasting the video to Tucker's laptop.

He got a bit better at controlling technology using ectoplasm, especially after the many fights with Technus, and his friend had set up a laptop in a close circuit that could tap into Danny's frequency.

The kidnappers probably thought that they were in the clear when making grabs at meta children since most came from areas that didn't have surveillance. Tucker had gotten home to a three-hour-long video from Danny, clicking it open and spitting out the ramen he was eating when the first few minutes of it was Danny getting educated.

He panicked and called Jazz to ask if his friend had gotten home. When she denied seeing her brother, Tucker contacted Sam and informed her what was happening.

The pair had immediately mobilized, tearing through the city on the hunt for the van. Jazz had joined them after letting her parents know Danny was missing. They had gone straight to the police station to report that their son was gone.

Tucker had sent them the video, claiming it was from a Panic App. The pair had been in the beta stages, which was why no one had such a helpful app, but it was enough for the Fentons to make their case. The police had placed an Amber Alert and had practically locked down the city.

In a small town like Amity Park, getting the people to band together to help each other was relatively easy. Even Flash, the last person to have seen Danny, had called his football friends to get in a car and help them find the youngest Fenton.

Sadly, by then, the scientists had taken Danny well out of the city, even with multiple people calling to place tips on the black van. Four days passed, and with each passing hour, the likelihood of Danny returning home alive grew dimmer.

No one thinks they have ever seen Jazz Fenton cry that much before. Jack and Maddie were on a rampage, tearing through the city for hints of their son. They had even ignored a ghost attacking the mall, too busy stopping every black Sprinter van they could find for clues of their son.

The video was somehow leaked to the public - Tucker and Sam had allowed it to slip into public domains with a scrambled VPN, hoping to get someone to report anything- and this video had made its way to a certain billionaire in Gotham.

Batman had been working the case for months, looking for a pair of twins that had vanished from Daminan's class. They had gotten the boys back, now able to see in the dark as their meta genes had been forcefully unlocked, and realized they were rescued before they were able to get to the primary base.

The only clue the Bats had was a symbol of a two-headed snack on the collars found around the twin's necks. The same collar that had been forced upon Danny Fenton when he was taken in the video.

Bruce had called his co-workers the second he noticed the mark. They had geared up and gone to Amity Park to investigate. Clark, Diana, Billy, and Bruce had arrived at Amity Park in their civilian personas. They came separately to avoid suspicion, hoping to use Billy as bait.

The Justice League was still coming to terms with Captain Marvel being a fourteen-year-old kid, but none could call into question the good work Billy did.

The three had different stories about why they were in the middle of nowhere in Amity Park.

Bruce had been in town to set up a new outreach for the Wayne Foundation. Clark, a news reporter investigating the missing child case of Danny and Diana, had chosen to tour the most haunted cities in the United States for her museum curator.

Like a charm, Billy had gotten the attention of the kidnappers, and only three days after arriving in Amity as a homeless kid, he had been taken. The moment Billy pressed the button on his bracelet, the three were notified that he had been kidnapped.

Clark kept an ear of the van, listening to the bracelet's beeping that no human could pick up. Just in case, the Leauge had embedded a tracker into Billy's left arm, and Bruce had followed it to the secret Lab.

A message to the Watch Tower had backup zapping down in seconds. They waited until nightfall before springing a rescue mission. Flash, Black Canary, Red Tornado, and Vigilanete had been sent in to find and bring the children home while Bruce, Clack, and Diana worked on taking out the guards.

Danny had woken in a test tube with multiple needles and wires digging into his skin, facing a group of superheroes that stared back at him in horror. The last thing he remembered had been the passing cells of meta children before he was taken to a room with a glass tube.

After being shoved into it, Danny was put to sleep with a gas. He had not been conscious for the entire time he was taken. That means he was not awake when the scientists had accidentally caused his heart to flatline.

They had thrown his body into an unmarked grave, intending to bury him with the three other nameless victims. Danny had not been awake when his survival instincts had triggered his shift to Phantom and floated out of the grave.

Like a balloon with helium, Danny had drifted far from the grave, flouting in the wind unconscious due to the gas.

He had awakened for only a few seconds, floating above the road that led to Amity, confused about how he got there. Sadly, the very same van that had just finished burying him had driven down the street, spotting him in the air and choosing to capture the famous Phantom.

They had stolen some Fenton Tech on a stakeout while waiting to take the Fenton Boy and were happy to see it had knocked out the ghost. The men had taken Phantom back to the lab, setting him up in a tube so their scientist could pull out his green blood for tests.

The Justice League had broken in that night. After the raid, Bruce hacked the computers, looking for clues about the missing children. His heart fell to his feet when he read the reports.

The children had died in the experiments. Danny Fenton was on the list of failed experiments, his time of death marked in the conclusion section of a report like he wasn't a young boy who had just finished his first year of high school.

Bruce had only been able to pull himself together long enough to find information about Phantom being held in a deeper part of the lab. Clark, Barry, and Bruce had gone to the lower levels, intending to set the ghost free.

What they found was Phantom in his most basic form. A young ghost with his jumpsuit cut open, showing the same markings the other rescued children bore.

Lichtenberg scars around the neck, torso, and arms.

Phantom had been a new ghost. Bruce and Clark had verified that in their investigations. They had never thought to question what had created him, only that he had appeared a few months ago wearing a hazmat jumpsuit and seemingly unable to leave Amity Park.

The same jumpsuit the other meta children were forced to wear to contain their experiments.

Phantom had been a meta child that had been killed by these people. He was recaptured and placed in a strange ghost coma, leaving the Justice League baffled about how to help him.

Besides blinking, his eyes opened for only a few seconds when he was rescued; he had remained unconscious after muttering, "There are more. Fifty-seven kids....help them, please."

The League had taken him back to their headquarters while working through the labs and digging up the bodies of the other victims. The people involved with this heinous crime had all taken their lives, having snuck a cyanide tablet into their teeth.

None of them faced justice properly, not for the deaths they caused or the angst that Phantom had been dragged into. The ghost had been unable to move on, sticking around even after everything they had done to him.

He had likely been attempting to get help for the remaining prisoners because every place he had attacked had been involved with this lab.

The Justice League would later reveal this information to the horrified townspeople.

Valerie Gray would be throwing up in the bathroom after watching the news. Her father's previous employers had been half on staff with the people who had killed Phantom.

They made a list of potential children to test for the meta gene. She had been on there, and had Phantom not gotten her dad fired when he did, she would have been kidnapped. He saved her life, and she had shot at him in return.

Dash Baxter would be found drinking and sobbing in the school parking lot. He had been drowning in guilt for dragging Fenton behind the mall, where he had thrown him in the dumpster. He had nothing to do with the kidnapping, but he blamed himself nonetheless.

Those people had been attempting to take Fenton for weeks, and he created the perfect opening. Now Danny Fenton was dead by the same people who made his hero. Dash vowed never to bully anyone again, even as Kawn took him home and helped nurse him through his hangover.

Sam Madison and Tucker Foley moved about like zombies. They kept sending messages to someone who would never answer, searching the sky for Phantom's glow, or had their phones on just in case they found Danny. With each uncovered grave, the pair grew hopeful as Danny had not been among the recovered bodies.

People were slightly heartbroken for them. They would wait on a best friend that was never coming home.

Not to mention the Fenton's reaction to Danny's fate. The funeral had been one of the hardest ones any of them had ever attended. The cries of the three remaining Fentons had echoed in their nightmares.

Worse, they had closed their portal. The Fentons had sealed everything to do with ghosts away, no longer able to stand the research now that they knew Phantom had been attempting to prevent Danny's death.

Maybe if they had stopped to try and communicate with him, they might have been able to save their son.

Jack and Maddie were still certified geniuses and were able to fall back on working for Wayne Enterprises as engineers. They moved away, with Jazz looking lifeless without her brother.

People in Amity Park passed by the old Fenton Works sign, never to see it glow again. They also realized that Phantom had vanished, many assuming that now he was at rest due to his murder being solved.

They were unaware he was floating above them in the Watch Tower's medical wing, locked away in slumber.

John Constantine had noticed his ectoplasm levels had not moved since his rescue. For some reason, Phantom's body was not producing it properly like other ghosts- most likely due to experiments they had forced him through.

This caused a coma, with every Justice League Dark member scratching their heads. In every way, Phantom seemed fine, but his core did not react correctly.

It was almost as if it had never been adequately formed, as if Phantom was still alive somehow.

After months of trying to figure out how to stabilize the ghost's core, John contacted a ghost doctor from the Infinite Realms. It took calling in a few favors to get the information, let alone the actual communication with the ghost doctor, but he could do it.

He was a magic expert, not a medic. This was the only chance Phantom had to ever wake.

Thankfully, Frostbite seemed to know exactly what to do when his large eyes landed on the floating figure in the medical incubator the League had placed him in.

He had assured them he could help Phantom but needed to take him back to his hospital to properly treat the ghost. After the Yeti agreed to an Oath Vow stating he would not allow any harm to fall upon Phantom while under his care.

Another agreement of having John present for Phantom's treatment had solidified Justice League into letting the being move Phantom into the Far Frozen.

A year after Danny Fenton's death, Phantom's eyes snapped open to the relieved Frostbite and the beaming trench coat man.

He had never been so confused when the first thing his doctor said was, "Great One, I am sorry to say the humans believed Daniel Fenton has passed while you were in a coma."

Well.

How was he going to bring himself back to life?

[m4yasnotthatcool]

SID JENKINS X F!READER

angst + comfort hc fic drabble thingy

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(a/n) nobody requested this, i just made one of my friemds choose 1 or 2 to figure out if i wanna write for sid or freddie, made her choose the format and the genre and then i left her alone😽🎀 (luv u pooks<3)

also girl im listening to some fuck ahh the nbh rn, kill me (i love it, i chose it)

warnings: profanity (its skins, what did you expect?), reader has boobs (very silly goofy, ik.), i think it could be read as gn reader but when i wrote it i had myself in mind so... f!reader?..., also michelle and tony are brefly memtioned at one point (as chelle and tone iykyk), also might contain spoilers(as in, it does contain spoilers)

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•summer is a season both you and your boyfriend, sid, hate dearly;

•you still had sleepovers, only at this time of the year, the heat left over from the day before made it unbearable to sleep like you usually did (which was usually one of you on top of the other if im being honest);

•so here you sat now, layed out on sids bed, a thin sheet covering one of your legs and your lower abdomen, trying to maybe get at least an hour or two of shut eye before the sun would rise once again;

•sitting there, you felt your boyfriend shuffle in his sleep. you didnt think much of it seeing as he often moved while sleeping, until you felt his arm thrown across your abdomen;

• you let him be, thinking that was going to satisfy his yearning for physical contact, but you were wrong;

•not even a couple of minutes later, he rested his head on your chest while his arms hugged you, his hands interlocking behind your back;

•you tried desperately to cool off, kicking the sheets off of your body. unfortunately your attemptes fell unsuccesfull as the obvious heat sorce sitting on top of you had not moved;

•gently lifting him up and laying him next to your spot on the bed, you got up. "ugh, wanker..." you looked at the sleeping teenager next to you. some sheets tangled between your legs made you trip but you cought yourself on his desk, knocking over a few late assignments he had yet to turn in. "well, its not like he would ever get to doing them anyway" you tought as you regained your composure and left the room heading for the stairs.

•you now sat on top of the counter of his kitchen, a glass of cold water in hand from which you periodicly took small sips;

•the only thing you could focus on was the ice cold water sooting your agony as it seemed to indeed help you cool off after the encounter with the sleeping form of your boyfriend;

•"there you are" you heard sids voice come from behind you, a sheepish smile plastered on your face at the tought that his first concern after waking up was you;

•"oh, NOW you wake up" you giggle to yourself as you feel his elbow resting next to you on the counter;

•"what do you mean?" he asks you, tiredness evident in his tone "i mean, yea, ive been sleeping good, but did you try to wake me up or something?";

•"nah, didnt wanna interupt your beauty sleep" you nudge his side playfully "god knows you need it"; "it was just too hot up there, especially with you resting your head between my tits";

•he gasped dramaticly "i would never do such a thing!" ... "sid you and me both know you stare at 'chelles tits whenever we see her and tone' so cut the bullshit" "yea, youre right, im looking at yours right now and they look..." you punch his arm as a warning to not continue what he planned to say;

•"sid, hon, its hot as bollox back in your room, so as much as im flatered by your comments on my great personality id prefer we sleep a little farther apart tonight. you know, just so i dont spontaneously combust while you focus on my boobs on eather side of you head";

•sid slightly laughes before pausing. "can we... go back to bed please?" he avoids your gaze after saying that, making you drop your teasing tone. "sure sid" you say as you hop down from where you were sitting, placing the glass near the sink"are you okay?" you ask your boyfriend,

•"yea, why wouldnt i be?";

•"well, for starters you not only woke up, vut also got out of bed? at 4 am? you?";

•"i didnt know where you went, okay? i just..." he sighed and looked at the floor "i dreamt i lost you too, you know?";

•"well shit..." you murmur as you aproach the boy in front of you;

•you reach out your hands, cupping his face to make him look at you; "look, im here, see? im fine, you dont need to worry, okay?" you say as you reach on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck before letting yourself fall to your normal height once again;

•"yea... i know" he smiled down at you before continuing "so... can we go now?";

•"sure dude" you smiled back at the boy in front of you before taking his hand and leading him back to his room upstairs;

•its safe to say you didnt get much sleep that night, seeing as he climbed on top of you once again as soon as he feel back asleep, but you didnt get up again; sure, you did try to push him off of you a couple of times, but seeing his persistence you gave up quickly;

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random ahh hc:

after his mom leaving and his dad dying, bro was an emotional wreck;

he became even more clingy than before, trying to somehow make sure you wont leave him too;

so, in return, you had to make sure he knew how much you cared for him;

you know how he followed tony everywhere? and how he showed up at his house? yea, well scratch that, youre his tony now. he shows up at your house unnanounced and ends up sleeping with you on your bed just because he feels like it. like, this of the codependency between him and tony and youve got the general idea of how hed act and what hed do. (their relationship was nothing if not low key homo erotic. well, at least on tonys part ig-);

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okay so thats it guys omg

(i havent written anything in a very long time so im sorry if its ass lmao)

anyway, feel free to point out any spelling mistakes or anything like that, i really dont mind

other than that, have a great rest of your day/night!

[internationalteaparty]

Somewhere far, far away from Oz, Elphaba keeps feeling this prick in her neck. She wonders if it’s the rain. 

She turns on the radio. Sometimes she listens to whatever music they play. Most of the time, she waits to hear Glinda’s voice. It’s why she bought the radio.

It’s not enough. It can never be enough. But Elphaba would rather listen to Glinda’s speeches than not hear her voice for the rest of her life. She’ll make do with that, for Glinda’s sake and her own.

The radio crackles to life. There’s silence. An ominous feeling.

“Citizens of Oz,” a man's voice, “Council. Officials of Emerald City. I have your Good Witch.”

Her blood goes cold.

“My demand is simple. Revoke the Animals Equality Act, and I will let your Good Witch go. Unharmed. You have 24 hours to respond.”

Then…then:

“No,” the voice that Elphaba waits to listen to every day, wishes she could bottle it up forever, speaks up, “Emerald City will not be threatened into anything, less of all what we worked on for years. This is my direct order.”

Her voice is hard and leaves no choice. Elphaba knows the Council will heed her order.

The radio returns to silence with a click from the other side. Elphaba waits with bated breath, praying to every deity she doesn’t believe in that Glinda is somehow safe. 

Another click.

“I refused to give in to your demand.” 

Elphaba squeezes her eyes shut. What is happening? Why is this happening? Why is Glinda doing this, when she has always had such instincts for self-preservation? After everything they’ve been through, why?

“Why are you doing this much for those dirty Animals? What have they ever done for you? Nothing!” 

“Well, they don’t have to do anything for me to be good to them. It’s the definition of being good. Common sense, really. I’m called Glinda the Good for a reason, you know.”

Glinda, what are you doing?

“Shut up, bitch.” A click. Elphaba knows that sound - it’s a gun. She is frozen in time, unable to move, unable to feel, unable to think. Because if she does so, she will know what’s going to happen.

“Why I’m doing this? Well. You see, this is me getting on that broom.”

“I’m done talking to you. If you won’t give in, so be it. Let all of Oz hear the consequences of your decision.”

The sound of a gunshot echoes in her small cottage. It echoes in her head, her heart, her entire being. She absorbs that sound and wishes it were the bullet instead. 

[marvelmaniac715]

When the Doctor wakes up from being unconscious in The Android Invasion, he immediately launches into what I can only assume is a Gallifreyan bedtime story, then he turns to Sarah Jane and asks her (it’s been a while since I’ve watched this episode so this might be paraphrasing):

“Are you listening, Tilly?”

Of course this was very funny, but I thought about this a bit more and now I have a theory that, for a brief moment, the Doctor - forgetting where he was - hallucinated about his old life back on Gallifrey, where he could tell stories to his children. Therefore, perhaps, Sarah Jane slightly resembles one of the Doctor’s children from way back when, and her name was Tilly.

[k-n0-x]

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A/N: HI GUYS SORRY FOR BEING SOOOO INACTIVE. @lucifers-personal-cum-dump GAVE ME A REQUEST A VERY LONG WHILE AGO AND NOW IT’S FINISHED RAAAAAH

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“Are you ready to go now sweet pea?” Lucifer knocks on the bathroom door, and you open it.

“Yeah, just give me a second!” You reply as you apply hellcream on your front, arms and face.

“Can you help me put some on my back?” 

Today was the hottest day in Hell, so Lucifer and yourself decided to spend the day on Hell’s “best” beaches.

“Of course,” You ignored his smug tone as he spread the sun blocker with his palms. 

Him being the King of Hell, he is very much inured to the death  rays of the hellish sun that burned the sinners.

“You know~” His delicate hands trace towards the scars just below your lower chest.

“We can have our own fun day inside,” 

You ponder for a few moments, not understanding  his innuendo.

“Nah, we should go out. You have not gone outside in a while. Besides-” you put your hands on either side of his face.

“It’s a good opportunity for bonding time,” 

He sighs into the warmth of your hands.

“Alright, if you insist”

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“See Lulu, ain’t too bad, right?” You gaze on the sultry red sand beneath your feet, and then to the lapping teal waves.

“You got that right,” he replies, but he wasn’t looking at the scenery.

“Come onn, knock it out!” You bump into his side, grinning all the same. 

Something catches your interest from the corner of your eye.

“Ooooh, Surf boards! I’m going to get one, okay babe?” 

“Alright. Don’t take too long, okay?” Lucifer stands on his tiptoes and pecks the nape of your neck, a comical sight, you towering over the King of Hell.

“Don’t worry, I won’t!” You tredge to the stall which is selling surfboards.

The dinky booth was unoccupied, with a vandalised sign, and one of the surf boards were snapped in half.

You lean over the countertop and scrummage around for one that is in decent edition, when a calloused hand snaps to your shoulder.

“‘Ey,” 

You turn around and quickly produce an apology.

“Oh! Sorry I didn’t realise that this was your stall- I was planning to put it back when I’m done I promise!” You wince. This was gonna be roug-

“Nono, it’s nothing, really. You can keep the board,” The voice rumbles from the thuggish broad demon.

“Woah really? Thank you!” Score!

“It’s no problem. You’re quite the smokeshow,” 

“Aw thanks! You don’t look too bad yourself,” You smile at the big fella leering at you.

“Say, how about we blow this joint and go somewhere else?” 

“I think not buddy!” Lucifer’s voice rings in your ears.

“Huh? Oh, hi LuLu. This guy wants to hang out with us! I hope you don’t mind?” 

The Demon King’s nostrils flare.

“I’m pretty sure this guy wants more than ‘to hang’ out with us. So, yes, I do mind quite a bit,” 

“Oh uhh, on second thought, I have somewhere to be,” your heart drips in embarrassment as the sinner turns and dead runs the other way in fear of being in the presence of Lucifer Morningstar. 

Lucifer starts to ramble after seeing your sullen expression.

“Hey don’t look so down. I- I actually have something planned for us, which is uhhh-” he looks at his wrist, like there was a watch telling him the time.

“In about five minutes!” 

You squint your eyes at his sheepish grin.

“And how come you didn’t tell me this? I would’ve brought more suitable attire,” You retort, earning yourself at the sight of him flushing an embarrassing shade of red. 

“Well, uh…. I wanted it to be a surprise?” His display of improv is impressive.

Nonetheless, you kick the sand beneath you both.

“I wanted to go surfing though,” you sigh dejectedly.

Your sullen face was too much for your darling Luci to bear.

“Oh- don’t worry, you can! We can basically go anytime we want! Besides, I’m great at squeezing things in~”

“Okay buddy,” you nudge him, rolling your eyes.

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Ahh. The way the dry air whistles in your ears as you swerve across the ripples of water is just- otherworldly.

Not to mention the frequent wave that you absolutely shred. The adrenaline that pumps through your veins is almost addictive.

Who knows? You could probably compete in surfboarding competitions and come out on top each and every time.

Lucifer, on the other hand-

Well, he’s trying his hardest, and that’s all that matters. Right?

You giggle when the most recent wave of water submerged your devilish partner. 

He emerges from the water, with sunken eyes, and a not-very-amused expression.

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing. Oh look, even you’re laughing at me,” he folds his arms.

“Don’t take it personally, love,” you reply, hugging him from the back.

“Darling, I’m the King of Hell! I’m not taking anything personally,” he grumbles earnestly.

“Oh? Is that so? Well, if I kissed you now, you wouldn’t take it personally? Especially me, your partner?” You feign sorrow, when the King’s eyes dilate.

“What? No, it’s not like that-” His voice cracks.

“Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, a lowly sinner like me isn’t even worthy of being graced in the presence of the King of Hell,” your voice drawls, taking on a dramatic tone.

“What?” The pain in his voice and his eyes dilating with sadness fills you with guilt immediately.

“Wait no, baby I’m sorry I didn’t mean that, I was just joking like I always do-” You squeeze your arms around Lucifer.

He sighs into your touch. “It’s alright, but please don’t do that again?”

“I promise, I truly, truly, don’t mean it,” You rub his rosy cheeks either side of his face with your thumbs.

Lucifer takes your hands and kisses into them. “God, I love you so much. I will never let anyone take you from me,”

Your lips break into a great grin.

“You don’t know how much power you have with that smile,” 

Your face contorts into a question mark.

“What, do you mean?”

“Darling, those toothy grins could break so many hearts. The guy on the beach-” He hesitates. Maybe he was just over-reacting. Maybe that specific sinner wasn’t trying to do anything…

Lucifer continues, “Well, I’ve just noticed that when we ever go out, you get hit on a LOT, and I’m sorry if I might be making a big deal out of nothing, but the thought of you leaving scares me so much, and, and-” Thoughts whirl around in his brain that couldn’t be properly computed into words.

You, however, stay beside him and listen until he’s finished before putting out your own.

“Lulu, first, thank you for telling me this. I truly, truly didn’t realise how forward some people have been with me. I thought they were just being polite, but I realise the place we live in is quite devoid of that behaviour, though that’s not really an excuse. What I can say for a fact is that I’ll never trade you for the world. The acceptance and love you give me is something priceless that I never want to be taken from me,”

“How did you ever not go up to Heaven?” He sniffs, a happy tear rolling down his cheek.

You wipe it away. “I don’t know, but I’m glad I didn’t,”

“I’m glad you didn’t too,”

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[ejzah]

A/N: A random little fic about Deeks once again proving people wrong.

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Prove You Wrong

“Table of five for Deeks!”

“Here!” Deeks calls out, navigating through groups of people towards the front of the restaurant, Sophia in his arms and the rest of the family right behind them. At five in the evening, their local Mexican restaurant had a full lobby and a small group waiting outside.

It takes a minute to get everyone settled, and situate the two high chairs for the twins between Kensi and Deeks.

“Do you want to get Caleb and Sophia the kids tacos to split with rice and beans? Last time they devoured them.”

“Maybe we should get two this time, because I’m not sharing my burrito,” Kensi says. Rosa leans over to whisper to the twins.

“Don’t worry, I’ll share.”

“Fank you!” Caleb pipes up, patting her hand.

“Such a show off,” Deeks teases. “So maybe—”

“Excuse me.” An older guy, maybe in his early seventies steps into Deeks’ line of sight. A quick scan confirms he’s not a criminal he’s come across before, and he catches Kensi’s eye to see she’s done the same.

“Are you Marty Deeks?” the man asks a little uncertainty.

“Yes,” Deeks answers slowly. “Who are you?

“I thought so. Deeks isn’t a common name.” The man nods, looking relieved now. “I’m Mr. Anderson. Jerry Anderson.”

It all clicks together and Deeks flashes back to 1997.

“I was your—” Mr. Anderson starts to say and Deeks nods this, finishing for him.

“My twelfth grade history teacher. I remember.”

Thirty years ago, Jerry Anderson had a head full of black hair and a strict demeanor that Deeks naturally clashed with. He looked a lot different now with silver-white hair and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans instead of his perfectly ironed suit. Not to mention the slight hesitation before he said anything. The man Deeks remembered never had a problem speaking up.

“Is this your family?” Anderson follows up, eye roving over Kensi, Rosa and the twins.

“Yeah, my wife, Kensi, our daughter Rosa, and our twins, Sophia and Caleb,” Deeks says, feeling odd introducing them to a man who seemed to hate him for the better part of a year.

“Nice to meet you,” Kensi says, shaking Anderson’s hand. To anyone else, she sounds perfectly polite, but Deeks can tell she’s reserving judgment until he tells her otherwise.

“Nice to meet you,” Rosa echoes. Her gaze constantly flicks between Deeks and his old teacher.

“Good for you. That’s really wonderful.” Anderson looks like he actually means it. “If I remember correctly, you wanted to study law after high school.”

“I teach and I’m a lawyer,” Deeks confirms, then, because he can’t help himself, he adds, “Guess I didn’t become a dead beat after all.”

Kensi’s expression shifts to one of disapproval, and Deeks gives her the smallest shake of his head before she can intervene.

Anderson sighs regretfully. “I treated you pretty harshly sometimes, maybe unfairly, but I just wanted the best out of all of my students. You included. With your background...” He pauses. “I’m glad to be proven wrong.”

“Yeah, me too.” Deeks smiles wryly.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Anderson observes, eyes roving over Deeks with something like disbelief and maybe a little regret. “You look just like the head-strong teenager I taught all those years ago.”

Caleb chooses that moment to loudly shout “wice” and knock a spoon off the table. The strange trip back to the past breaks and Anderson chuckles, patting Caleb and Sophia on the back.

“I should let you get back to your dinner. Right, young man?” He turns to Deeks again. “Congratulations, Marty. You have a beautiful family.”

“Thanks.”

With a final nod to Kensi and Rosa, Anderson leaves. There’s a few moments of silence, and then Rosa leaves forward and bluntly states,

“That was awkward. Did he really say those horrible things about you?”

“Oh, that was probably one of the nicest,” Deeks jokes. “We did not get along well. At all.“

“Clearly he’s an idiot,” Kensi says, punctuating the statement with a crunch of a chip. “He is right about one thing, though.”

“What’s that?”

“We made a beautiful family together.”

“That we did,” Deeks agrees. He glanced behind him, but doesn’t Anderson anywhere in sight. He shouldn’t care, but he does feel a small amount of satisfaction for having proved yet another would-be mentor wrong.

[moviememokeeper]

Reca likes to act like he can hold his liquor, but in reality he gets drunk really easily

When he’s a tipsy he gets loud, cheerful and pretty energetic. If he’s around his s/o he gets flirty

When he’s wasted he gets depressed. Like that’s when you know he’s drinking to forget, something happened, he’s upset and not coping in a healthy way

[crow-crystal]

Song: Remains of the Day

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A Skele-ton of Fun!

♥︎💀💀💀♥︎💀💀💀♥︎💀💀💀♥︎💀💀💀♥︎💀💀💀♥︎

    Yuu didn't like to think about a lot of things. The fact they might never go home was a possibility, but they had hope, as small as it was. Still, it helped to have moments in Twisted Wonderland that weren't just them trying to survive or being an unpayed therapist for a bunch of egotistical teenage boys.

"I'll tell you a story that'll make a skeleton cry."

Take now for an example. They loved Disney and had been happy to tell their own little tales of all the movies they'd seen. Even if Grim was the only one who listened. The cat (I'm not a cat hench-human!) May pretend not to care, but he did.. somehow.. In his own way.. probably.

"Die, die, we all pass away,"

They had been laughing over the ghost-marriage situation when Yuu spoke up about how it reminded them of a movie from their world. The others, oh so curious, decided to listen to their stories for once. Though the corpse bride was a bit of a different situation, Yuu was still happy to tell it. How did the others end up watching it with them? They didn't know, but it was fun nonetheless.

"'Til a mysterious stranger came into town."

They didn't question why their phone worked in Twisted Wonderland, nor why they couldn't contact anyone but instead could watch as many movies as they wished. It was just the housewardens and vice's, ADuece Duo, Grim, and even Jack-.. okay, maybe everyone was here, but still! Yuu found themselves laughing as they joined some of the others in dancing and singing along to the music.

"But don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay!"

Knowing the lyrics best, Yuu grinned as they pretended to hold a microphone while playing along with the others. Not questioning how Lilia knew the lyrics as well. (The old man may or may not have watched a bunch of movies on Yuu's phone last sleepover, but no one needed to know that. Maybe it was just a lilia thing.)

"You don't need much when you're really in love."

Everyone was laughing as they eventually joined in, Ruggie dragging Leona along as he grumbled about being surrounded by idiots. Yet, even he cracked a smile at the somewhat controlled chaos. Even Riddle joined in on the terrible dancing.

"You might try and hide, and you might try and pray."

It was.. nice. Having friends despite the situation. Sure, their time here had been hectic, and they probably could go for a long nap and maybe some good food, but it had its good moments, too. Yuu never would have thought they'd have so much fun in a world like this. They missed their home and life terribly. Yet.. they'd miss this one, too.

"And that's the story of our own corpse bride!"

Smiling, Yuu watches as their friends laugh and dance, and they can't help but feel like this was how it was supposed to be. No overblots, no childish egos, just having fun. If they didn't know any better, they'd think it was always like this. This world had a strange way of wiggling into your heart.

"But we all end up the remains of the day!"

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[wastelandlovingscenarios]

undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed? 

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle. 

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’ 

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive. 

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side. 

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage. 

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch. 

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.” 

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.” 

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?” 

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.” 

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks. 

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?” 

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”  

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.” 

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow. 

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive. 

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track. 

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure. 

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. 

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles. 

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.” 

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air. 

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes. 

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting. 

Definitely. 

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.” 

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking. 

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.” 

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down. 

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter. 

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings. 

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly. 

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.” 

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on. 

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that. 

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him. 

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise. 

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that. 

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

[sucker-for-yanderes]

Yandere!Naruto Headcanons

You get injured in a battle:

~ Of course, Naruto immediately gets worked up and goes after the enemy who hurt you and makes them pay the consequences of their actions. But depending on how badly hurt you are, he might even summon the nine-tailed fox.

~ He might even let the nine tails take full control of him.

~" How dare he hurt my (Name)... You'll pay with your life!"

~ You'll go to him and calm him down.

~ When the coast is clear, he immediately tends to you and carries you in his arms.

~ He's nagging at Sakura to come and heal you.

~ He watches eagerly, squeezing your hand as Sakura heals you; making sure you're okay.

~ Every time you wince in pain, Naruto gives Sakura a nasty look.

~ He knows it's wrong and he shouldn't be thinking this but... how come he also likes seeing you in pain?

~ Despite his inner feud, your moans and winces of pain gave Naruto a special high.

~Perhaps some day, he'll be able to hear those sounds again mixed with pleasure by his fault.

[dcxdpdabbles]

So I had an idea for a snippet series if your interested🫣

Danny is actually Bruce's brother, but nobody knows until they meet him, when he comes to Gotham to create music videos for his song series EPIC. (Through a combination of his Space obsession and his mentoring with Pandora Danny gets hyper fixated on Greek mythology) (I can see him going throughout the DCU for each Saga and Gotham would definitely be the Underworlds Saga)(They only know about him because Diana becomes interested)

Btw ABSOLUTELY LOVE your stories, they make slogging through my Christmas MET at work SO much easier. 🫶🏻

That man has his mother's face.

It's an odd thought to have about a stranger, but Bruce has it all the same. He spotted him after noticing the other man setting up some recording equipment, checking the camera with the same smile his mother used to make whenever she was writing songs at her piano.

It was the kind of smile that hid a smirk in the corners of her lip. Like she already knew that she captured Bruce's and Thomas' attention simply by approaching the piano bench. It was her special talent that she was willing to gift to them, one they loved dearly and she knew it.

Martha Wayne wasn't known for her musical talent, not in the way she was known for her charities or her horrific death. People always talked about her in those two ways, or sometimes, they reduced her to just Thomas Wayne's wife.

None of them knew of the hours she spent writing up songs about her life. The way she told stories with lyrics, and how Bruce knew how his parents met, their first date, their first kiss, and the feeling of their first dance, all within one of his first lullabies. She hummed mindlessly throughout her day, so much so that Bruce often figured out her mood by the way she raised or lowered her hums.

It was her own piece of theme music. Her little touch of love echoed throughout the manor. When she died, Bruce realized how loud silence could actually be. It felt like drowning, that silence, and no amount filter noise could ever save him from it.

It wasn't until he took in Dick, who has a habit of beating his hands against items in makeshift drums, did his drowning finally end. Even if his son is tune deaf.

In fact, none of his kids are talented in singing, not even Damian. It wasn't a bad thing, but sometimes he wished one of the children could join him in his mother's duets. The ones she wrote for Thomas (his father wasn't the best singer around but Mom always had a way of masking that with her melodies) , and the ones she wrote for Bruce.

She even wrote some songs she wanted to sing at Bruce's wedding, always talking about it, never being too early to have the perfect song for his perfect dance. They were all half finished, because she got distracted and figured she would have time before Bruce actually needed them.

He kept her songs and her music sheets, tucked away in his office behind a fire proof vault. Sometimes he would pull them out and attempt to sing them.

Bruce knows he has an amazing voice, has had multiple people burst into tears after hearing him, but he could never bring himself to partake too long in each song. It hurt too much to think of his mother.

How she sounded better them him, and how he could not remember her speaking voice, but at least her singing lived on in his memories.

The man finishes setting up, moving to stand in front of the camera. He offers the curious crowd a slight wave- he's behind some ropes with a permit hanging off of it, permitting his shoot. The official setup and the strange outfit- robes and a white sheer clothe around his eyes- has gotten the attention of walkbyers. It's why Bruce had looked as well.

He shakes his whole body, before he taps the microphone he has on his scarf. It's adjusted so it's hidden behind cloth, before the man climbs onto the rock statues that are designed to resemble a human skull, it was one of Gotham's oldest and most famous works of art. He sits inside the hole of the skull's left eye, draping himself dramatically on the ledge of it while dangling a leg and facing away from the cameras.

A murmur goes through the crowd, mostly appreciative of his pose and physique. A couple of teenage girls beside him giggle helplessly as the music feels the air.

It's a soft pick up of strings, piano, and it blends well with the man's voice as he gracefully moves his hand through the air, speaking about a prophet giving a warning of a future.

Bruce is mesmerized as the man's voice rises and falls, swaying in the skull. He carefully tilts his head towards the camera, his singing voice rising as the more emotions carefully blend into his warning.

By the chorus, the singer lets himself fall gracefully out of the skull, walking slowly towards the camera, speaking now of a castle in red, and his face slowly gaining more urgency.

Just as he leans into the camera, he spins on his heel repeating the same prophecy, a gripping tragedy of overcoming trails and still failing. It's ends with the man leaping back into his eye, slowly untying his blindfold to reveal glowing green eyes staring and reaching as if the sky was the future he spoke off.

It must be contacts, and yet, Bruce feels like someone kicked him in the chest. Those were his mother's eyes, the same shape and the same color, even if they had a special effect. The song ends with a choir of people singing as he bows his head but Bruce doesn't hear anything over the sound of blood rushing his ears.

The crowd goes wild, clapping and cheering as the man breaks character to grin and smile at everyone, taking some cheeky bows. His mother's hidden kiss and sparkling eyes dancing with the warmth he remembers her by.

Without really realizing it, Bruce steps over the rope, walking towards the stranger as if in a trance. The singer spots him, smiling, dropping as Bruce gets near, "Hey, I rented this area for recording. You have to get behind the rope-"

"Who are you?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Who are you. Why do you look like her?" Bruce breaths more then asks as he pulls out a photo of his mother from his pocket. The man's glowing green eyes- and now that he's close enough, Bruce can tell they are contacts, can see the slight ring around his pupils- blink slowly.

"Wow, she's a female version of me." The man gasps, touching his own face as if he could feel the similarities through his fingers. Holding out the picture makes this so much more uncanny, because the man's effeminate features and age almost makes it seem like Martha Wayne has come back to life.

"She was my mother." Bruce realized with a jolt that they are both at the age his mother died, and it makes something cold settle in his chest as the man blinks up at him.

"Were you ever adopted? My birth parents gave me up when I was born because of some twin superstition. At least that's what my adoptive parents said. I never bothered looking for them. All I know was that her first name was Martha."

Bruce steals some hair to confirm it but he knows deep in his heart the answer long before Danny Fenton, inspiring musical writer, test results come back.

This is his twin his parents gave up.

It takes months of investigation before he finds a centuries-old contract. The Wayne's had long ago promised the Court of Owls the spare of any twin born into the family, and to protect Danny from such a fate, Martha and Thomas faked his death and gave him away the day he was born.

His mother's song, "My lost little song," finally makes sense. She always cried when she sang that song.

[ijustsitinacorner]

Her moment

Valerie’s POV:

The sound of clashing blades as one defends the themselves. Feeling the spectated eyes of vice housewarden Vanrouge. Despite me only just beginning my training in swordsmanship after being recommended to them by Riddle. Silver has been accepting while Sebek has been a bit irritable…Lilia did told him to behave himself though.

Fencing and swordsmanship…it gives me such a nostalgic feeling.

*Flashback: April, 1889*

Ciel having fallen in the small pool of water on the ground since the cruise was sinking; this had caused me and Lizzie to also fall since we were behind him. Sebastian had to deal with the reapers Grelle, Ronald, and Charlotte. The walking corpses were only getting closer as a 1 vs 3 is already slight out numbered. Yes I had faith in Sebastian…but could he really multitask in a moment such as this?

Ciel yelled for us to run, but knowing Lizzie’s nature…she will do anything but that. I myself also refused to leave his side.

Lizzie looked terrified yes, not only at the walking corpses, but the commitment and promise she had to break away in order to protect us.

Valerie: Lizzie…please…You can’t hide it no longer…

I muttered to her, as it seemed she knew herself what I was saying to her.

I felt tense, I knew Ciel wanted to do what he could to protect her. But this once, I forced him to sit and not do anything…impulsive.

I watch as Lizzie broke free defensively from the large group of walking corpses, with a sword in her hand as she took each one down with such effortless gracefulness in her moves.

The young girl I had grown up with and saw as my best friend, the girl I had to comfort in moments in which she loathed her own strengths and talents, the girl that will become the future countess Phantomhive, my to be sister in law, had grown into such a lady.

As I, am so incredibly, proud of her.

*After all that chaos, and a small moment with Ciel and Valerie*

Valerie: What’s with the shocked face? I thought you would have known your future bride well.

Ciel: *blushing from his older sister’s teasing* I knew she fences but not at this level of skill!

*Ciel’s face goes blank for a moment, before realizing the meaning of her muttering to Elizabeth. Which he later turns serious.*

Ciel: You knew her potential, didn’t you? Yet you hid it from me.

Valerie: I did, but you must have remembered how strict aunt Francis was with you. She gave that exact strictness towards me and Elizabeth as well. As your words deeply affected her, Ciel.

Ciel: That was years ago though…I didn’t expect her to actually remember it…

*Ciel realizes another thing*

Ciel: Wait, if you were also trained under aunt Francis, doesn’t that mean your potential is similar levels to Lizzie’s? You could have made things end far more quicker and gotten her out of danger! You could have-!

Valerie: Why would I take such a moment?

*Ciel’s eyes widened, confused by her response*

Ciel: Just what do you mean by that?

Valerie: I mean just that. Why would I take away an opportunity and moment that would help Elizabeth embrace her strengths and talents rather than loathe it?

Valerie: Elizabeth needed a push to realize she can’t always use her cuteness to push and hide away what she is truly made of.

Valerie: Criticize me now, for being unreasonable, for being irresponsible, for hiding such a thing from you. When I am just doing what I believed was best for her. But know, I have faith in Elizabeth. I have faith in her as future countess Phantomhive and to let our family live on, Ciel.

Valerie: But also know, I am so incredibly proud of her, and so would mother and aunt Francis be too.

*Ciel was stunned to say the least, as Valerie just sighed at how oblivious he was about truly knowing Elizabeth.*

Valerie: Also proof of you barely knowing anything about ladies…

Ciel: Hey!

Valerie: Pft- it’s true though!

*Flashback end, present: Night Raven College, 21st century*

Silver is definitely a worthy opponent, Lilia has taught him well.

But, I can also demonstrate what I am made of.

*With a swift move of getting the sword out of his hand, Valerie has won the training match.*

*Lilia giggles as to enjoying the Ramshackle perfect already, frightening her out of her focus.*

Lilia: kufufu, you’re good! Makes me wonder who was your previous master that has shaped you into the swordswoman you are now.

Valerie: I- uhm- yes…thank you Vanrouge-

Lilia: Just call me Lilia! You don’t need to be so formal around me.

Valerie: Yes, Lilia…

*Silver looks at Sebek with a look, as if previously Sebek had his doubts in letting Valerie join for being a weak magicless human. Now proven wrong.*

*Valerie felt a sense of warmth and accomplishment, Lilia’s demeanor just felt so carefree. It made the Lady Phantomhive smile even.*

[m4yasnotthatcool]

smile.

I used to love being in your presence.

the slow rise and fall of your chest while you slept kept me close, tough you didn't want me near.

the little girl you've abandoned on the couch wearing princess dresses, with chocolate staining the corners of her mouth, plastic barbie in hand and an old cartoon mindlessly playing on the TV has now been driven away from you.

for a while I tought the realization may never hit you, and I'm still not sure it did, not even now that you make a show of trying to build a relationship with me.

"why don't you love me?" he says, looking at me; trying to crack me. trying to maybe understand my train of tought as the little girl that once used to watch my little pony on his couch now looks down at him with mascara under her eyes as tuffs of unruly black hair stray away from her face. he tries to put it behind her ear, she flinches away before he gets the chance.

his sudden interest in her fades away and his concern focuses once again to the reason the little girl wearing a pink skirt feels unloved; to the reason the tween with bright purple cat ear headbands feels distant and to the reason the teen that has black eyeliner running down her face feels repulsed by his touch.

"you love your mom, dont you? you'd never do this to her" he says lighting the cigarette between his lips. for a second the 5 year old girl watches the smoke roll out of his mouth in curly patterns before the 15 year old catches on. concern flashes in the eyes of the 3 girls as he stumbles to the fridge looking for his fix.

in that moment, any compasion they've once had for him completely washes away and all that's left is disgust.

i put my shoes on before I head out the door, hearing a faint voice calling my name tough I don't dare to turn back; I always have, but this time I won't.

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the 5 year old girl smiles at me with crooked teeth, the same way she always does in the pictures posted on her mom's Facebook account.

~

later that night she wakes up realising she never left, so she instead sits there, waiting for him to leave.

(a/n) this is something I wrote for myself. it's not the usual fic you would get from me but it is something I felt like getting out.

have a great rest of your day/night!

[two-cell-appless]

Day 12: Hoodie

More lazy doodles due to procrastination

I also figured out how to do fonts

[edxnian]

@rosawept asks '  💗 - Malady '

"The amount of care you have shown to my family and I over the years shows how deep your heart is, how vast and wondrous your compassion."

Slender hands enfolded around Malady's own without hesitation but with great care. Kitana knew the other woman would not break, but she deserved to be treated as the precious presence she was in the Edenian's life. A sad smile.

"I only wish that others could have the opportunity to know how it feels."

[jilliantheartisttwerp]

Sometimes he stays up late laying in bed and they think and talk to themselves until they both fall asleep...

Rough translation on the last two boxes ( Google wasn't being nice and kept changing the meaning :'[ ):

* "Goodnight, brother."

* "Rest well, brother."

Split, Shiro, Kuro, and the Alkerus all belong to me

Short lore dump+ full transcript + pronunciation + text free version under the cut

So their first language is actually Japanese, but they were created having known both as soon as they came into the world. How did that happen? I'll explain it in another post because it's a SUPER long story-

Transcript:

* It's gonna be ok, Kuro...

* I know... It's just... I still don't fully understand why-

* Why they did it?..

* Yea... I mean, I know that it was to save us, but... why save US instead of THEM... Don't you ever wonder about that, Shiro?

* Sometimes...

* But you have to understand, Kuro, not everything has an explanation...

* I guess you're right...

* おやすみなさい、兄弟。 (Oyasuminasai, kyōdai.)

* 安心してください、兄弟。 (Anshin shite kudasai, kyōdai.)