#Ty for this cursed knowledge anon

[satoruhour]

hii, i love your writing!! maybe can i get a fluffy megumi and his girlfriend on their first kiss please? S2

a/n: ty 4 the kind words anon!! also guys i love ur smut ideas but also send in some fluff like this one 💟 im becoming desensitised to the smut im writing i need some cute falling-to-my-knees fluff / all characters aged to 18 / 1k... (i go sorta insane when i write fluff)

“did you really have to drag me out now?” megumi always says one thing, and means it. that was the case most of the time — like how yuji had given him a ginger flavoured jelly bean because he mentioned one time he likes things with ginger, flaring up immediately with a temptation to summon his shikigami. or even the other time where maki had eaten the last cup of his banana pudding so he muttered under his breath that she was never going to get playful cloud back ever again.

it was stoicism upon stoicism until you were involved.

now he finds that he says one thing and means another, especially when you’re involved. you’re always there now — joining tokyo jujutsu high from a remote district in the south — offering some compromise or patting a gentle hand on his shoulder even when he claims he hates people touching him.

the small touches never halted, he only sinks into the contact bit by bit, until eventually he doesn’t know how he has his head under yours months later, legs entangled in the rustic jujutsu high dorm room. megumi’s unclear on how he craves your touch when your fingers accidentally brush against his, bridging the gap by taking your hand in his. the sorcerer wants to know why whenever your hands trace his features, they instantly relax and soften, letting a smile, that’s only for you to see, slip through.

and because you’ve only ever known his contradictory words, you knew he was fine with letting you bring him out onto the running track at almost midnight, lugging his body while still keeping your hand clutched in his.

“i’m sorry, babe! gojo-sensei pointed out methods that would improve my technique and cursed energy output. you’re the only one i can trust with training at this timing.”

the other opens his mouth to protest, but you’re not wrong. yuji almost always exerts himself to the maximum everyday, so he usually knocks out early and nobara frequents the second years’ part of the dorms to hang with them, but really, she goes there to talk to maki, and everyone but them knows. so megumi simply lets out a sigh and nods, blinking away the sleepiness to focus on you.

now, sparring with you is always a thrill as you’ve mastered a martial art specific to where you came from, and while megumi hates losing, he always gets a rush of adrenaline whenever you manage to one-up him; you do it with ease. the wind is knocked out of him when you tackle him for the second time that night, giggling as you hold down his stronger points: arms from all that summoning since young, torso from the training gojo puts him through. 

megumi stifles a smile at your victory and laughter, placing a cautionary hand on your waist, “you’re getting better at managing your cursed energy.” he compliments you softly and you beam before realising that you’re sort of cutting off his air supply. with a quick sorry! you’re standing and helping him up, the familiar rush of heat to your palms and faces.

“but my combat skills are still better, right?” you grin.

megumi who nods in defeat, is ready to go again, taking two paces back. but even though he makes mental notes about the new moves he’s seen, he’s not exactly on the offensive once you land one, two, three hits, simply dodging and moving out the way. you continue to give it your all, without the knowledge that your enthusiasm and passion is driving megumi insane.

it’s how the corners of your lips curl at a strong punch, how you wipe the sweat from your brow, how the fire in your eyes look just like how it did when you were defending megumi from todo. unparalleled, unwavering, paired with the soft, melancholy shifting of Luna on your face, going through all eight phases on your face alone like a sundial telling the time — and you look good in every hour.

so it’s no surprise when megumi gets thrown onto the floor for a third, final time, dazed as your cheers echo throughout the empty field. you’re more conscious of your weight, now, removing yourself from him before laughing again at your win, but when you turn back to have your lover welcome your elation, you’re stunned to see him smiling unchastened at you, encasing your hand in his palm.

megumi wordlessly places your hand on his chest and you suck in a breath when you hear the heartbeat there increasing in speed, meeting his eyes that are already fixed on you. it feels like the field is far below you, and you’re seeing your reflection in the beautiful dark blues of his eyes. the exorcising of curses takes you high but fushiguro megumi takes you higher until the altitude gets to you and you can’t breathe.

but you love it.

the dark-haired sorcerer strokes your cheek lovingly, breath stopping when he feels the warmth of your skin and he has to do it now or he’ll never have the courage to do it again.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, albeit a little timidly, but you don’t blame him with how you nod quietly as well, arms racing round his shoulder before his lips capture yours. it’s inexperienced and soft, testing the waters as your heads meet oddly and your teeth are bumping into each other.

“sorry, megumi.” you mumble. you don’t know what’s right or wrong, whether you should mess up the baby hairs on his nape.

“don’t be.” it’s barely above a whisper, and maybe you don’t have to know what’s right or wrong straightaway. “we’ll try again, okay, my love?”

“yeah.” is all you say, but you want to say millions more when you kiss for the second time that night. the tips of your fingers curl around his raven hair, his hands are shaky against your waist but the connection between your lips makes you drunk on your affection for him.

right or wrong doesn’t matter anymore, because whatever you’re doing, you’re sure your answer is megumi.

idk how to feel bout this one lads... i hope it’s okay

[swordcreature]

Hellooo! I want to ask you to help me get rid of the thoughts, please. Angsty thoughts. Tieflings reaction to kidnapping of their loved one. Or a situation where they were both taken hostage, possibly to put pressure on the council. I can't sleep.

oh man anon i love thinkin' about sad men in love. hoooooo boy.

this was just something small for each tiefling becuse i wanted to keep things vague, and just talk about how they feel in that moment kind of thing. hopefully that comes across idek.

it's a lil different than my normal HCs

anywho. hope you enjoy and ty ty ty for the request! sorry it took so long!!!

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Kidnapped Love One

just the teeniest tiniest inference of self-harm/suicidal ideation (like you kinda got squint to see it) but wanted to say something just in case.

How the tiefling boys feel when their loved one's kidnapped

Dammon:  

For the first time in Dammon’s life that he can recall, smithing isn’t doing anything to keep his mind clear or calm. In fact, it’s making things worse. Every hit of his hammer, normally soothing and repetitive enough to lull his worries away, makes him recoil. The sound thrums through his head like a bad headache. It’s the only thing he’s ever known to help steady his thoughts, but with his loved one taken from him it’s not enough. The terror rattles around ceaselessly inside his head. They’re probably dead. You can’t save them – you barely know how to fight. What good are the weapons you make if you can’t protect them? There’s nothing you can do. When that voice in his head whispering all his faults and failures and fears gets too loud, he snaps, throwing the hammer across the room with as much force as his wiry arms will allow. He’s angry at the world, at the gods, but mostly at himself. Because he knows the little voice inside is right. There’s nothing he can do.  

Rolan: 

Rolan is furious. He’s fucking fuming. He paces around with his hands pulling at his hair because how in the world could something like this happen? After all this time? After everything he’s gained, all the power he has? It’s like the universe is mocking him and his hubris, shoving his face in the dirt to snivel at him for thinking he would ever have any control over it. What a pathetic fool he has been, he realizes now. The tower, Sorcerous Sundries, the hundreds of tomes he’s read, the magical knowledge he’s pursued – none of it was worth anything if he couldn't even do the simple job of protecting his family. The anger fades and in its place sits self-loathing and despair: two of Rolan’s oldest friends. He sinks to the cold floor as reality creeps in. As long as he has people to care for, he will never be powerful enough; the universe will always find a way to take them from him. And he fucking hates it.  

Zevlor: 

He should have seen it coming. He’s trained endlessly for situations just like this. But when it happens to someone Zevlor cares for, someone he loves? Everything he has ever learned goes down the drain. It’s his fault then that they were taken, he thinks. He failed, yet again. Like he failed in Elturel. And the Grove. Then the Shadow Cursed Lands. When was the last time he succeeded – the last time he was able to actually fulfill his duty to protect that he had taken on so many years ago? He can’t remember. Some part of his brain wants to give up, to dig a hole and sit there until the world crumbles around him. But if there is one thing Zevlor does well, it’s persisting. Because he owes it to them and to all the people he has failed to get up and move. So, even though he wants to let fear drag him down to the pits of Hell where he thinks he belongs, he tries to hope. To see the sunrise on the horizon after a long night. To believe they’ll be returned to him safe. He’ll take penance for his failure some other way.  

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Iam looking at your phoenixverse laxus design with both eyes OPEN 👁👁 but now im so curiojz as to what else the phoenixverse has to offer. PLEASE tell me youve got any headcanons about how zeref refived natsu. Like any thoughts at all on that?

Ohohohohohohohohohoho anon my guy my dude, my man (genderless) I am about to speak. Pull up a fuckin chair bro. Also puttin this under read more because uh, long lol

This is actually one of my favourite things to think about regarding Natsu (apart from yknow, END lol) and Zeref because it is such an interesting little story point.

For Natsu, the interest comes from the fact that he's not who he thought he was. Natsu's always confident about his identity, he's quick to announce who and what he is in a situation and he's proud of who he is. The knowledge that yeah sure, you are Natsu Dragneel, but uh Natsu's not who you think he is buddy- that Natsu, in some way died so many centuries ago but was pulled back and reshaped, reborn- repackaged even- into you in a body that you thought was human but is some almagamation of that and more? All tied to a book? Can he still say with confidence that he is Natsu Dragneel when he hardly knew the truths about himself? And if sayin that is even true when he could easily just be something molded to look like what Zeref lost? (Ofc we the readers know otherwise but imagine the dilemna man) The reality of it would've- should've- been earth shattering. It would've been an identity crisis and then some.

For Zeref, oh man. Zeref's whole thing stems from the fact that he loves Natsu. He loves Natsu so much (and his parents too i guess) that when the tragedy struck and he lost everything, it fucked him up. He just couldn't deal with the incredibly unfair hand that life dealt him that he was willing to turn the world on its head and essentially change the course of fioran history to try and undo what happened to him. To save something from his old life that he loved.

But heres the thing about Zeref's love. It's twisted. It's fucked up. It's dark.

Working years, decades- possibly even centuries- on the single minded task of reviving his brother (and why just Natsu? Why not the parents well? Why only the younger sibling? Did he intend to bring them all back but became single minded on just his brother?) could lead to obsession. Obsession with making him perfect, no longer just as a human but more than that. Stronger so he won't be killed as easily. Obsession with keeping him close, tying him to his soul in such a way that if Zeref goes, Natsu goes as well. Making sure that he's pulling the strings that when it comes to, when he finally closes his eyes at the hands of his brother, he has a comfort in knowing that his brother is going with him and he won't be left alone, like what his very first tragedy did to him. (Plus also making Natsu, his creation that he brought to life, kill him would be a back stab at Ankhserham. Because the god cursed him for fucking around with life and death, so having his demon kill him would be Zeref controlling the life he chose to create and determining his own death. It'd be a last gotcha).

Zeref may have loved Natsu enough to bring him back, and he still loves him in a way, but it's messed up. Because the whole ordeal of everything messed him up.

But I digress, this is just side stuff, your question really. How did Zeref really bring Natsu back?

Now since you asked specifically for phoenixverse, i can get a lil bit loose with canon details and not feel as restricted.

So we have our hard facts- Natsu and Parents die in Zeref's youth, Zeref fucks around tryna undo their deaths and finds out by getting cursed for doing this, then proceeds to use the curse to his advantage and over an undisclosed amount of time to create his demons and what not.

'Undisclosed amount of time' being the key thing here.

Canon implies that the time between Natsu's death, Zeref getting cursed and Zeref reviving Natsu happened within a relatively close period of time. And if it's anything I love, it's spacing out events.

I'd like to think that between the loss of his family and when he gets cursed is a decent gap of time, like a decade or so to really push the fact that he's so fixated on the loss. Then after getting the curse he sets to work of reviving Natsu over the course of decades to almost a century and a half.

(Am i implying Zeref to be a bit older than the 400 years? Yes, yes i am. The way I saw it the events of 400yrs past were inciting incidents i.e Zeref giving Natsu to Igneel, slayers gettin sent to the future, and not the actually set date where everything happened. And again, I like the idea of Zeref fixating on this for a very long time. Him being older drives home the single-mindedness and determination to get it done)

As prodigious as Zeref is, creating life and being the first wizard to do so, i don't think he could do it so easily within a few short years which is why i personally love the idea of Zeref taking so long to be able to revive Natsu. A touch of realism to something magical kinda grounds it in a way, gives it some weight at the very least.

Specifically Natsu being Zeref's final project ever and all the other demons he created over the years prior being experiments and steps taken to perfect the process so Natsu would be the culmination of all that he learnt (demons like deliora and lullaby being demons of inorganic matter given humanoid form-> tartarus- esque demons being humanoid demons with animalistic features (organic matter) -> Natsu, human demon and hybrid traits all working together in cohesion).

And speaking of a touch of realism, or sorta realism anyways, riddle me this.

Zeref needs something to make Natsu well, Natsu. Sure he could probs make a demon that looks like him, but thats not what he wants. He wants his actual brother so, what could he get to add into the mixture to really do that? Why a few samples of course :].

But Phoenix! I hear you cry, how could he have gotten samples if you said in your version that it took him forever to finally revive Natsu?

And so leads into the actual true definitive answer to your question anon.

Zeref, in needing the most important ingredient in the Natsu stew took things from the OG body to help build the new one. But! The kicker here is the samples I imagine him using aren't blood but instead, bone.

Maybe he realizes a decade or 2 down the line in his demon experiments that he missed a step in what he needs to see this through. Maybe he thinks he's too late because what can he do now at that point. Maybe he realizes that he can use not flesh and blood, but what remains for his plan. Maybe he commits another sin in the hopes of it bringing for another and digs up his young brother's bones. Maybe he whittles them down piece by precious piece over the long period of time after failing so many times (am i also implying failed Natsus? Failed ENDs? Hell yeah i am) and coming dangerously close to it all ending for naught, with the last shard of bone. And maybe after so long and so many atrocities, he finally succeeded?

TL:DR Zeref snagged OG Natsu's bones and used those to help in the process of quite literally rebuilding him from scratch to give us our Natsu.

I dunno man, it just adds a layer of fucked up-ness to the whole situation of how far Zeref was willing to go- even defiling his brother's bones to get him back.

And on Natsu's side learning about all this would just twist the knife of his identity crisis even deeper (especially on that implication of failed END attempts before him).

Also like, by stretching out the time of events and making Natsu being the very last demon Zeref ever made bring so much for layers of meaning to the name END in itself.

END, being the literal meaning 'Etherious Natsu Dragneel'

END, signalling the last demon Zeref's made. An end to his experimentations.

END, as in the last and perfected version of his brother, with the last remains of OG Natsu's bones going towards his creation.

And END, as in Zeref's end, where he intends for Natsu to kill him thus ending his life.

[threeclockkeeperlovereal]

There isn't an explanation of how Akane turned into a half-supernatural, right? Like, how the hell can Kako and Mirai make a human being – such as Akane, who doesn't have special nor an exorcist blood in him – into a half-supernatural and just turn them back? I mean, we could assume that those two can do some unexplained magic and shit or whatever and poof – Aoi Akane is human again!

But then I remembered Mitsuba and realized that there is a high chance that Akane ate some parts of his supernatural-predecessor without his consent nor knowledge.

Alright, this sounds insane and I'm going insane so please hear me out.

In Mitsuba's reintroduction to the series, we all remembered how Tsukasa forced him to eat the now deceased No. 3 to steal the seat and become a full supernatural – which, in Tsukasa's own twisted method, grants Mitsuba's wish (or not because I don't remember that much ngl). Meanwhile, in the part where the "time to rescue aoi and (punch) hanako squad" was about to enter the Far Shore, Teru made them eat the fingers of a supernatural (theorizing that it might belong to Hakubo) so that the gang won't die due to their statuses as temporary half-supernaturals once they enter the other side.

Based on these two situations, it must mean that it's gonna be like this:

Eat the heart of a supernatural = turns them into a full supernatural; this leads to them stealing said supernatural's powers

Eat the fingers or some flesh of a supernatural = turns them into a half-supernatural; gets the nerfed version of said supernatural's powers for a certain duration

This leads to me thinking that Akane became a half-supernatural because he ate some parts of the original present, which could explain how his abilities are limited compared to his fellow clock keepers – which could also mean that what the fuck, Kako and Mirai made him eat some parts of the original present's body.

Then there is also the question of what would happen to Akane – if he survives, that is – once his duration has ended? Near the end of his contract, would he often collapse from the sheer exhaustion because his supernatural side is disappearing and killing him in a slow manner? Would he even survive during or after the process of turning back into a human being? What parts of Aoi Akane would disappear?

God, I need Akane and the Clock Keepers to come back😭😭

uyhyugygyu oml Anon ty for the ask♡

and yes we desperately need these mfs in the manga again 😭🙏

and sorry this blog hasn't been as active I'd like to post more but I'm not really sure what I want to post and don't have any idea at the moment, I don't have asks or theories I'm working on...I'm not really sure what I'd like to do and sometimes I just don't make the time to figure that out or I forget so I'm sorry I haven't posted much and only came to offer random ass posts... I'm working on it okay—

moving on..

I guess I initially thought of it as a signed pen and quil contract, not that he actually signed paper but yk what I mean? just not really of he ate some of no 1.... that is so interesting!!

because Nene has a bond, or a tie to Hanako through a cursed mermaid scale, and as much as Akane said him and Nene are similar they are contracted differently, but she still ate supernatural!! that scale was from the Mermaid, so she technically swallowed supernatural, making her cursed, and she can grow mermaid scales and turn into a fish! like Akane turn into his clock keeper form. and she's destined to be the next Mermaid, because she ate supernatural....

and our gang ate it at dinner the other night and in Teru's words "not fully mortal"

but temporarily, it says you'd become one in the legend but that's clearly not how it goes in nowadays at least(it may depend on the supernatural they ate)

so to be a temporary supernatural

you have to eat a supernatural part....so in turn, despite the "curses" and the "temporary supernatural" thing being different, they're achieved the same way.

so the question now is, is Akane temporarily cursed or become a temporary supernatural that can still blend in with the living and is still not FULLY dead, hence to being half(although technically he is a living more then a supernatural so like three quarters living)

but he IS limited unlike Mitsuba, who ate the heart of No.3, so the flesh or a part of a supernatural (like the scale) is our most likely option, but whether it's a curse or not is different....I suppose the navigation gang ate a part of a supernatural, and that counts as a curse, but it was used differently then how the "curse" would usually be utilized.

so what did Akane eat....? lmao

anyways whether he'd wither and collapse after it wears off is another thing...

Teru states here that if he winds up lucky it'll just carve at his lifespan. which is obvious because of his injury, but it's also been a clear fact that in tbhk the supernatural is a HUGE part to play in changing lifespans, like Amane and Tsukasa did.

so at what point can a supernatural phenomena cut off the rest of a lifespan? and would he slowly decay from BEING one?

well that's a hard question, and how many times and instances has he hacked at his lifespan because of what Kako and Mirai's ushered him into? personally I think that Akane has always had a short lifespan, although it is unclear if whether his lifespan has been changed but seems like Teru knows about lifespans like he knew about Nene's so I'm not as sure about the details. but him being a half supernatural and that slowly killing him is another statement!! because Teru wouldn't be as aware about that and Akane is a half supernatural, we have no idea if Teru can tell his lifespan as well and a half supernatural, is a VERY rare occurrence, it seems it's relished into legends at this point. so really, Teru would have no idea if Akane was slowly dying. although we don't know how exercists and supernaturals tell lifespans (although Hanako is self explanatory) and Kou could not despite being an exercist, so it's pretty unclear. which means Akane could slowly be dying and that would be the most perfect angst~😈

UHM and it seems that (this is my personal theory/thought/headcannon or whatever you wanna call it) being injured in his supernatural form, gravely I mean, messes with his lifespan, from what Teru said, that's what I'm going off of, and pure tbhk world lore. but with the injury on the Sumire/grim reaper arc and the too the far shore/Navigation arc (the arc names aren't SUPER clear....) that Akane has been having death threats on his lifespan, and currently, we have no idea what condition he's in, but considering Hakubo cut the tips of his fingers off so quickly just to get his watch shows how he doesn't mind tearing off pieces, he is an oni after all...and he tore through Teru, and probably shatter a few ribs for Kou or something. so for all we know it's probably worse then in the obon... so he's suffered these injuries in his supernatural form, but what is it doing to human Aoi Akane? what about his life? well ....the cards aren't all saying good my fren

and this would add to me saying how the clock keeper duo planned for him to be a permanent contractor! because why get a temporary one? because then the problem of needing a present and a third clock keeper, will just come back and you're bound to either need help because the seven mysteries are falling apart or need a third to complete the rumor otherwise...well

they'll disappear

and when Hanako says most, he means those who don't have clear rumors. those who are just rumored to be a dead person or an unifoliated rumor, something more vague, or perdue's it to have to be discovered first, not their position. so what would this say if someone found the clock tower with only two? what if Nene came to rip the Yorishiro off or a student came? the student may get their life taken(but be real they don't have much time left anyways) if the clock keepers don't allow them but, with the addition of Akane, who is very justice prone but also strick, and Mirai already enjoying chaos as fun but at the same time doing her job, and Kako who may let people do as they wish under certain circumstances but also doesn't say much and there is not much hope in going against him, what a pair! honestly I'm not sure what you'd have to do to be granted permission but idk

I'm not sure if the transformation back to human would hurt because it didn't hurt vise versa, but I suppose how long he's been a half supernatural and what he's endured, and he may be becoming more supernatural by the second. and we technically don't know how "supernatural" our navigation gang is, because Teru wasn't even very specific on what they'd temporarily be, seeing as it's just a legend (that's true but probably not many people tried)

anyways I think this is a fabulous idea and definitely something I'll be keeping in mind and mentioning after this

tysm for the ask Anon!! I'm sorry this answer came late :( but this stumped me and I wasn't really sure what I wanted to say, but today I just felt the ramble within me! anyways this was a really good idea and would def listen too you shitball more ideas my way.

conclusion: Akane needs life support and insurance to try and sue the seven mysteries.

[caatws]

I wanted to say thanks for all of your mcu/Gamora/gotg comments and answering questions. It's helped me not feel alone and also process things I haven't understood or that l'm not sure about and I know many other people probably feel the same. Also Drebula and Rebuka are ship names I never needed to know and I'm lmao.

ahhh of course, ty anon 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 it's always so nice to talk weird mcu bs out with ppl. it rly helps me process it all

and sorry not sorry for imparting that cursed knowledge upon you 🤭

[theshadowrealmitself]

re: Beyond Birthday, he is also a nasty boi who eats out of jam jars with his bare hands

Oh god that’s awful, I can’t even stand it when a little bit gets on me, it’s just so sticky and ???? I hate it, he’s a cursed dude

[beautifulbows924]

Violent Desires

Marc Spector x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This was an interesting piece to write, I like it. I tried to be vague with how the reader got their powers (so you’re able to imagine it yourself). But if anyone wants a second part- I could definitely expand on the idea. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Request: Could you write something with Marc where the reader gets hurt somehow and he gets really angry. I love your work! thanks - From anon

Word Count: 800+

Warnings: Strong depictions of violence, No Spoliers, slight smut, implied future sexual situations, Angst, Death, afab reader, Steven isn’t mentioned so it’s up to you if he’s apart of the relationship or not.

A painful grunt forms in your throat as another punch sends your head barreling into the wall behind you. Blood streams down your face, pooling in your mouth and all over your clothes. You grit your teeth, continuously straining at the restraints that tie down your wrists and ankles. The movement causes the rope to burn your skin and you hiss at the sensation.

You should be used to this by now, this type of torture. The kind that ends covered in blood, with a body count you have to ignore to stay sane. The knowledge that you're fighting for a just cause doing little to protect you from the sleepless nights that follow.

You’re certain life isn’t worth all the suffering you’ve faced and caused since you were chosen. But it’s your penance, a curse intertwined in the empty promise of salvation.

The doors of the temple collapse in on themselves.

And Marc steps inside, looking downright murderous.

Your savior sends you a look, silently telling you to prepare for a fight. He’s not nearly as injured as you are, Khonshu’s healing armor protecting him.

The binds tying you down disappear like they were never there to begin with and your fists stab into the man that’s been torturing you for hours. Normally, you don’t like the death that surrounds your appointed position, but you can’t wait to hear the sound his neck makes when you snap it.

It’s not an easy fight. Bloody knuckles, broken noses, eyes spilling out of sockets.

And when it’s over, a different fight begins.

Marc stalks toward you. He’s livid. You put yourself at risk, got captured because you didn’t listen to him.

He’s intimidating on his own, but in the suit it’s overwhelming, pure vengeance.

His forearm presses you against the cold wall. Bodies lay around you and neither of you care, too wrapped up in each other.

Through the fluorescent glow of his eyes you can tell he’s daring you to defy him.

“Take off the suit”, you growl.

He knows it’s not a fair fight when he’s wearing it, but he doesn’t want it to be. He needs to teach you a lesson.

“You could have gotten yourself killed”, he says, pressing his whole body into yours. The places your bodies meet leave red stains behind, a stark contrast to the white of his suit.

“Like you care”, you scoff at him. You know he does, and he knows you’re just trying to rile him up. But it’s working. The muscle in his jaw pops, he’s seething.

You swear you can hear how fast his heart is beating in his chest, similar to yours. You both need to feel something. Something different than the carnage of the night.

He grips your legs with his bandaged hands, his touch is rough, sandpaper. It creates bruises that join the ones you were marked with earlier.

The feel of him is causing too much blood to rush to your brain, adrenaline coursing through you. It makes you irrational, reckless.

He was always hot when he was mad, but something about this is different, almost dangerous.

A hand wraps around your throat, pinning you against the wall completely, covered face slowly leaning in, “You want to be difficult, then I’m going to fuck the attitude right out of you”.

You ignore him, knowing it’ll just anger him more.

The wrappings on his face unwravel as he presses his lips to yours. It’s aggressive, the taste of the blood from your injuries and his mixing with your saliva. Teeth meeting teeth.

He pulls back from you, his knee kicking your legs apart for him, the hand not holding you by the neck cupping your most sensitive part. A few pieces of cloth, the only thing separating you from where you need him most.

He presses his hand down hard, moving his fingers against you teasingly. The fabric catches your clit in a way that feels good, but could never be enough to send you over the edge.

You can see him smirking at you, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

This is what he wants. For you to submit to him.

You place both of your hands on his chest, pretending you want to feel him underneath your fingers, before using all of your strength to push him away from you. He stumbles back for just a second, but it’s enough for you to make your escape, moving to stand in the center of the room.

“You won’t get me that easily, Spector”, you tell him, defiance burning in your eyes.

You thought you had pissed him off before, but his whole body screams it now. He stands back at full height, his suit covering up his face, “Oh, I’m counting on it, sweetheart”.

The definition of the word brutal isn’t enough to explain the things he’s going to do to you.

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Kitty for the ship asks??

Ah yes my favourite ship to look forward to in TWP!

• Who’s the werewolf who’s the hunter:

Werewolf Kit is just so interesting, isn’t it? Imagine his gene/curse doesn’t trigger until after they’re dating, and Ty tries to help him because turns out his family comes from a long line of hunters, and he uses all that knowledge to help him. Imagine Kit turning every time Ty needs something to help him calm, and he lets Ty just run his hands through his fur, snuggling him when he needs it.

• Who’s the mermaid who’s the fisherman:

Mermaid Kit! Imagine Ty just sitting by the shore, and this boy comes up to talk to him every day, and they form a friendship. One day he doesn’t show up, and Ty is heartbroken, only to realize his friend, and crush, is now tangled in the family’s net.

• Who’s the witch who’s the familiar:

Familiar Ty! Imagine Kit, the most sarcastic yet sweet, a little (okay a lot) chaotic witch, and bonds with this majestic lynx, with jet black fur streaked with grey. You’d think Kit’s familiar would be his opposite, calm, kind of a homebody, but actually, they have quite a few adventures of their own.

• Who’s the barista who’s the coffee addict:

Ty goes to this really calm cafe to write his thesis, partly because the cafe owner has quite a few pets he likes, and lets him play whatever music he likes. The atmosphere is calm, and the part owner part barista always has the brightest smile and bluest of blue eyes, and writes him little riddles on his cup and the answers are always the next date for their dates.

• Who’s the professor who’s the TA:

Professor Ty! The students don’t know who to crush on, the tall, dark and handsome Professor, or the dreamy blue eyed TA. The cat gets out of the bag, literally, when the students realize the person in a cookie monster onesie and bedhead currently carrying and playing with Prof Blackthorn’s cat in the background of the zoom call is their friendly neighbourhood TA.

• Who’s the knight who’s the prince(ss):

Knight Ty is the hill I wanna die on. Just imagine, Prince Christopher getting all grumpy because dammit father I don’t need a babysitter! But then he sees the Knight and well, he can admit he can be a little reckless at times, maybe even a bit childish. A Knight couldn’t hurt, could it?

• Who’s the teacher who’s the single parent:

Teacher Kit! I just think he’ll be amazing with kids! And Ty visits the kindergarten teacher just to make sure how he can help his adopted child even more, especially so soon after the adoption when everything is still new. Kit agrees to help him out.

• Who’s the writer who’s the editor:

As much as I know Ty loves reading, I think he’ll be better suited as the editor. Kit has a very interesting way of depicting a story, just the right amount of sass and angst, sprinkled with friendship and adventure and romance. Ty is the one who makes sure he isn’t going off topic, that the facts are correctly checked, that the chapters don’t feel too cluttered.

Thanks for asking anon! Hope you like it!

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So are you going to write that sequel to “beautiful and good” where Flashpoint Batman meets main timeline Red Hood?

YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon. Darling. You have no idea how happy this ask made me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So for starters I was putting off the sequel for two reasons 1) I wanted to see what canon would do with Thomas and whether he and Jason would meet and whatnot. It felt obvious given their similar ideologies. But nah. Canon went out of it’s way to avoid them meeting (literally) and it kinda fucked up Thomas. So whatevs, no big deal to the story (in canon Thomas should like Damian a lot more than the one in my verse will). AND 2) because I wanted to finish out a few other things before starting it.

But since no one has really mentioned wanting it/being excited for/remembering that I promised it…. it had dropped in priority. 

I do write what I want to write but if I know people are waiting and excited for things, I do try to prioritize those a bit. 

But honestly? A single person wanting this sequel enough to ask me about it is probably enough to bump up my pet project’s importance 🥰

ALSO

I have written some of this already!!!!! It’s very rough but since you asked and you obviously care….. have a good sized chunk of what I’ve got so far!

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Thomas doesn’t know how he got here.

One moment he was facing a great white light that was supposedto erase him and his godforsaken timeline from existence, secure in theknowledge that his son would give up Batman and be a father to his own boy;content with the confirmation that Bruce knew Jason and so Thomas’s boy must bebetter off.

Then the next he’s standing in a cave very… different thanhis own.

Less sad, old man seeking revenge. More… professional.

This one is engineered, fitted with ramps and platforms and…trophies. There are high tech gadgets and vehicles everywhere. Thecomputer is like something out of a sci-fi movie. The suits in the cases aretactical, efficient.

Expensive.

It’s clear what his son has been doing with the familybusiness at least.

It’s also meticulously clean and Thomas can’t help but smileat the telltale sign of Alfred. He’d love to see his old friend again. Hedoesn’t know what happened to his own Alfred but he’s always assumed the mandied. He’d dismissed the butler after… everything and Alfred had returned toEngland. A few years before the Amazons attacked.

Which is part of why it’s so hard to grapple to a dark ledgewhen he hears someone coming. He wants to reveal himself. He wants to see hisfriend and his son, maybe meet his… grandson and start washing away thememory of Damian al Ghul; start replacing that abomination with the real deal. Buthe’s not sure what kind of world this is. It could be an alternative universeand not the corrected timeline.

So he hides.

He’s confused and feels a father’s irritation when he seesBruce comes out of an antechamber dressed as the bat. But Thomas rationalizesthat perhaps Bruce is just tying up loose ends before retiring. His sonwouldn’t ignore his father’s dying wish.

He knows, or rather surmises what would happen if herevealed himself like this. He knows what he would do. What he did do to Barry.

So he waits until Bruce leaves the cave, speeding out in acar the must have cost the equivalent of a small countries GDP.

Then he explores. Starting on the edges and working his wayin. Moving as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Bruce it would seem, runs a tightly organized and preciseteam of bat and bird themed vigilantes. But there are some… discouraging signsthat many of these team members are—or were when they started—barely more thanchildren.

It’s the case, displayed prominently in the middle of the room.A tall column of glass glittering in the caves lights. It calls to him like asiren’s song, slowly drawing him nearer all while a low, thrumming sense ofdread builds steadily in his chest. It’s the placement, purposefully in the way.It’s the bronze plaque on the base. Thomas can’t read it yet, still too distanteven as he creeps closer—but it screams of loss the way an old battlefielddoes.

Inside is a uniform, not unlike some of the other small,colorful garments stored carefully along the walls.

Except that this one is quite a bit smaller. And it’slocation says something very different from the others. There is no missing it,no way to move around from the computers to the lockers to the vehicles withoutit coming directly into one’s sight.

It’s very obviously a memorial.

It’s very obviously a memorial for a child.

Centuries go by as Thomas stares at the words on the plaque,trying and failing to comprehend, over and over again.

Jason Todd. A Good Soldier.

Ages come and go before he the full weight of the meaning ofthose words sink through the fog of disbelief fighting to protect him from thetruth.

Finally rage boils in Thomas’s blood.

Is this truly the price of a better world?

There is no room for Bruce and Jason to both survivechildhood?

It feels like a cruel toll. His son or the only person he’dallowed himself to feel anything for in the decades that followed his son’sdeath. Bruce (and Martha) was Thomas’s whole world. Jason was the light in the voidleft when Thomas’s world crumbled.

It’s like he’s not allowed a reprieve. Like the universe hasexplicitly decided that he’s asked for too much, wanting both of them to bealive and that he must suffer the loss of one or the other.

It doesn’t feel right. It certainly doesn’t feel fair.

Everything catches up to him and he sags against the case.Let’s the tears fall. For two lost Jason’s, one lost Bruce, and two lostMartha’s.

He’s never really believed in curses. Even faced withirrefutable proof of the mystical.

But Thomas entertains the notion that he is hexed now.

Then the A Good Soldier part clicks into place andThomas fumes.

The kid who would have fit in that costume couldn’t havebeen more than 12 years old. Maybe 13. Perhaps a very small 14 year old.

Children aren’t soldiers.

There should be no debate, no room for interpretation withsuch a basic, fundamental, concept.

A boy died. And the man who buried him considered him a soldier.

Bruce did that.

His son did that.

Thomas isn’t going to wait for Bruce to return. He needsmore information. 

He leaves a bug and disappears.