#and i am queueing them all up for later dates

[fate-defiant]

Go to horny jail, go directly to horny jail, don't pass go, don't pick up 200,

[girasollake]

Hi! Can I request a smut imagine with prompt 48 and trope 8 with Theodore Nott.

She’s a slytherin too and a badass bitch who everybody wants to be or date

Thank youuu!

✧ theodore nott x fem!reader x jealousy x "you. are. mine."✧

(this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

this took longer than i expected, thank you for your request anon! x

told u guys i’d post smth… surprise!!!!

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, p in v sex, some swear words, some slight cedric x reader, theo being bitchy ig, fingering, general sex stuff, orgasm denial, ummmmmm yeah i think that’s it

i’ll reread it later to fix mistakes cuz rn it’s 2 am where i live and i’m going to bed bye

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Your relationship with Theo was complicated. At least in your mind that was the most suitable word for this dynamic, you could never find anything else that would quite describe it. You were friends, that’s for sure, this was the only thing you were certain of. Some days you had found yourself tangled in his bedsheets, his soft fingers caressing your back as you lingered in his scent. But, there were also days when you didn’t speak to him at all, strolling through the halls and seeing him tug a piece of hair behind the ear of some Ravenclaw girl while simultaneously giving her his infamous smile. Even though you also flirted and went on dates with others, something inside your guts sunk down each time you saw him with a girl who was not you. And you could barely handle it. Every time you promised yourself you’ll never sleep with him again or give him your attention, you’d always end up doing the opposite. There was something about him that lured you in, it was toxic, but so divine. So, whenever his lips connected to yours in a hungry kiss, you’d forget about all of the other women he probably does this with. It was just you and him and your only thought during these moments was to stay with him like that forever.

‚-it’s not like it’s that important.’

‚Huh?’ You lifted your head and met Pansy’s annoyed face. ‚Sorry, what were you saying?’

¨What is going on with you lately?´She shook her head and sighed. ´I asked if you have a date for the ball.’ She then added.

‘Oh, well, not really.’ You shrugged.

‘Seriously? Is this about Theo again? I’ve told you multiple times that there is a fucking queue of guys just waiting for you and all you do is always go back to him.’ She huffed. ‘What about Mason? Louise? Henry? They were all head over heels for you, I don’t believe they didn’t ask you at least once.’

‘They did. I just said no.’ You mumbled and avoided her angry gaze.

SShe groaned and took a sip of her butterbeer. ‘I was not going to tell you this, but I see there is no other option.’ Pansy took a deep breath. ‘I heard the boys talking about the ball and Nott wants to take Arisa.’

You swallowed a big gulp in your throat and looked down into your drink. You expected that something like this would happen, you just didn’t think you wouldn’t be prepared to hear it.

‘’M sorry.’ She looked at your numb expression with caring eyes.

‘It’s okay Pans.’ You gave her a soft smile. ‘Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time to move on.’

Even though you tried to not think about him for the next few days, it was unusually hard. He was on your mind non stop, like a song playing on repeat. On top of that, everyone was talking about the upcoming event. While walking through the halls you overheard people gossiping about the pairs, discussing what they are gonna wear and you were also a witness to roughly 7 performances of the boys creatively asking their crushes to go with them.

You walked into the courtyard and took a seat on the nearest free bench. You pulled out your sketchbook in hopes to finally draw something. Truth is, you didn’t remember the last time you practiced your beloved activity, not that you didn’t have time, you just didn’t have any ideas. This time wasn’t different, you looked around and then your gaze rested on the empty page before you. You made a soft line with your pencil and stopped, it was like your hand didn’t want to listen to your mind. You groaned and closed the sketchbook to put it in your bag again. While doing this, you felt a presence in front of you. Looking up, you saw Cedric Diggory, a charming smile plastered on his face.

‘Hi, do you have a moment?’ He asked and you stood up to face him.

‘Of course.’ You smiled.

‘I have a question.’

‘If you want my help with something, then no. I can barely finish my own essays and-‘

‘No, that’s..’ He chuckled. ‘I was wondering if you’d want to go to the ball with me?’

‘Oh..’ You bit your lip softly from the inside. ‘I.. I’ll think about it. Is that okay with you?’

‘Surely, just don’t take too long, darling.’ He sent you a wink and walked out of the courtyard.

Later that night you were studying in your dorm, soft music was playing in your headphones as you scribbled some sigils for one of the classes. Your back was turned to the door, so you didn’t hear that someone came in. It was the feeling of being observed that made you move your head to inspect the room and there he was. Theodore Nott stood next to your door, his arms were crossed and you couldn’t quite read his expression. You grabbed your headphones and took them off.

‘Knocking exists.’ You told him.

‘Not for me.’ He replied sternly.

‘What are you doing here, Theodore?’ You fixed your position on the bed so that you were fully facing him. ‘Don’t you have any other hoes to tend to?’

‘Are you going to the ball with Diggory?’ He avoided your question.

‘Why do you care?’ You stood up.

‘Answer me.’ He took a step closer to you.

‘Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.’

‘For fucks sake, stop being a brat and answer the question.’ He said through gritted teeth.

‘It’s none of your business.’ You replied while stepping closer to him and poking your finger into his chest.

His scent filled up your nose and you felt this forbidden feeling again. Your body was lustful, for him, but you couldn’t let him win again.

He chuckled, ‘See, that’s where you’re wrong.’

You scoffed, ‘Fine. Yes.’ You spat at him. ‘I’m going with Cedric. Is that what you wanted to hear?’

His eyes darkened at the confession, which wasn’t even true. You just wanted to get on his nerves and see what he would do. You didn’t even have time to react before he pinned you to the wall and hovered over you. Your breath hitched and you tried your best to avoid his eyes, because if you looked into them, you’d lose.

‘No, you’re not.’ He stated. ‘You are not going with anyone.’

‘Why? Why the fuck do you care so much?!’ Your eyes were glued to the ceiling.

He gripped your face with one of his hands and forced you to look at him. You closed your eyes.

‘You.’ He whispered and brought his lips closer to yours before breathily adding the rest. ‘Are. Mine.’

The sound of his voice was angelic and it sent a certain feeling down to your core. You tried your best to resist but your eyes fluttered open and met his. You lost.

He grabbed your face and connected your lips in a hungry kiss. You whimpered into his mouth and cursed yourself in your mind. Why was he so addictive? Why couldn’t you quit? He just felt too good to be true. Kissing you in all the right places, his fingers touching where you needed him most, every time you felt him inside of you, it felt like heaven.

He took a few steps back and tried to not break the kiss. He pushed you onto the mattress and with one of his hands he pushed all the books off the bed. He left wet kisses along your jawline and you moaned at the feeling. He discarded both of your shirts and attached his lips to your chest, leaving a couple love bites along the way.

‘I want you to say it.’ He mumbled into your ear.

‘Hm?’ You were brought out of your trance.

‘I want you to admit you’re mine.’

‘But am I?’ He stopped kissing your neck and gripped your throat.

‘Are you?’ He raised his brow and smirked challengingly, knowing you’d fold under him.

You stared deep into his eyes and swallowed harshly because of his grip, before replying, ‘I’m yours.’

‘Good girl.’ He let go of your neck and connected your lips once again.

Soon enough both of you were a sweaty mess, clothes laying somewhere on the wooden floor, soft sounds escaping your lips as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. His breath on your neck and occasional kisses made you feel dizzy, his fingers making you squirm from the pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

‘I need to feel you.’ You breathed out and Theo didn’t waste a second.

He positioned himself on top of you and slowly entered your aching pussy. You threw your head back and he used that to immediately attach his lips to your neck once again.

‘’S okay, darling. You’re doing so good f’me.’ He whispered to help you relax.

His voice made you let go of the tension in your lower body, finally allowing him to move at a pace so perfect for both of you. He lifted you up and spinned both of you, so that you were on top of him. His thrusts became quicker and stronger, one of his hands was caressing your breasts, while the other rubbed your clit so deliciously. You cried out his name a few times when you were close, but he always stopped just then. He just smirked every time and continued his actions, it turned him on, watching you whine on top of him. He felt he was getting closer to his release, so he sped up again, and this time his hand stayed on your sweet spot. You reached your high with a loud moan and threw your head back, your hand grabbing Theo’s arm. He released inside of you with a loud groan and you used that to push away his hand which was still rubbing circles on your bud, too sensitive for more. You collapsed on top of him and gave him a peck on his collarbone. Theo reached for the blanket and covered the two of you.

‘I lied.’ You mumbled.

‘What?’

‘I’m not going with Cedric.’ You replied softly. ‘I told him I’d think about it and..’

‘Good.’ He interrupted. ‘You’re going with me then.’

‘Am I?’ You looked up at him playfully. ‘I thought you were taking Arisa.’

‘Who?’ He replied and you giggled. ‘She asked me to go. But I refused.’

‘Why? She’s a nice girl.’

‘Maybe. But she isn’t you.’ He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘And I belong solely to you.’

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@ girasollake 2024

[jasminesfury]

friends to lovers tropes

because i am a sucker for this trope

their parents being their biggest shippers (it’s so cute oh my goddd)

^ them telling their parents they’re dating and they’re like really happy and stuff and then “oh B you aren’t allowed at sleepovers anymore btw” (queue a whiny come onnnnn)

them + their friends going on a trip or something , so A has to room with one friend and B with the other. butttt their friends are dating so they beg them to switch and. they end up having to room together (but there’s only one bed hmmm)

“you’re such an idiot” “i’m a cute idiot, you said so yourself”

them playing a game together, it’s like their thing, but after they start dating A starts going easier on B, not calling them out on all the rules they’re breaking etc, and B says “why are you going easy on me” “well because-“ “name. i love your competitive cocky self, bring it back”

“my sister thinks that we’re dating” “my parents think that we’re dating” “our teacher thinks that we’re dating” “wait really?” “why do you think we aren’t allowed to sit together anymore?” “because you keep staring at me during class dumbass”

A dropping very very obvious hints but of course, B is oblivious as fuck so they don’t realise, and when A leaves all their friends are like “HOW STUPID ARE YOU???”

^ “HEY what did i do” “A literally just went on an entire rant about how their parents won’t be home next week and kept asking you what you’re doing that day and-” “oh that’s just because A wants help with homewo- oh my god i am so stupid”

making out and having to hide in the other’s room when someone walks in

also that thing when A’s parents are going out of town and they tell B to go to their home and take care of A like…if only they knew

“you could’ve had me in 3rd grade by the way”

goofy make out sessions please like with the clumsy laughing and just being so comfortable with each other and randomly kissing each other but not long enough because both of them are too busy giggling (please oh my god)

“you remember when in 8th grade you gave me that list of reasons why i’m your best friend for my birthday? yeah. since then”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW GODDAMN HARD IT IS HAVING A CRUSH ON SOMEONE AND NOT BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH THE ONLY PERSON YOU WANT TO TALK TO IT ABOUT BECAUSE ITS ABOUT THEM???” “YES. I DO. I ABSOLUTELY DO ITS HORRIBLE TRUST ME I KNOW”

^also later them being smug “so you had a crush on me hm?” “as if you didn’t” “is it because i’m absolutely irresistible?” (“no, it’s because you’re an idiot, and i can’t imagine life without you”)

[fellshish]

How did you get tickets to Macbeth? I'm trying to get tickets in a few weeks as I'll be in London :)

Ok as you know david tennant macbeth is sold out. But not all hope is lost. There are several ways to get tickets still.

No guarantees. You need luck as well…

1. Donmar Daily: one week before

Every day at 10 am british time the donmar warehouse releases a few tickets for the performance exactly one week later.

This is like. Almost ticketmaster levels of stressful. You have to be FAST.

Get yourself an account and log in. Be on your laptop not your phone. Go to the page for Macbeth. Click the red Book Tickets button and on the calendar choose the date you want to go (7 days from now).

At 9:59 am start refreshing the page. Suddenly the seat plan will appear with only a few clickable seats scattered across. Pick one or two real fast then click next.

More tickets than that i would say is impossible.

Once the tickets are in your basket you have 30 minutes to pay. I’ve read on tumblr about people using foreign credit cards to pay where the payment didn’t go through. In that case those people called the theater and they helped them. Don’t panic :)

2. Standing tickets: same day performance

These tickets are only 15 pounds and are for those who don’t mind standing 1h55min. It’s a similar process as the donmar daily thing except the tickets release at noon on the day of the performance. More info here.

3. Returns queue

Once you’re in London and you’ve had no luck online, you can stand in the queue at the theater and hope for no-shows. People who’ve had to cancel and released their tickets again.

This queue starts at 1:30 pm for matinees and 6:30 pm for evening shows though i imagine showing up a little earlier can’t hurt…

4. Click-through luck

I’ve heard of people clicking through every date on the calendar and then suddenly finding a stray seat still for sale somehow. This is just unverified lore but who knows?

Good luck may the odds be ever in your favour etc

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

So Good I Could Cry

I saw this post, and knew immediately that I had to write a fic for it. This is my first fic above a T rating, so it was written in one sitting before I could lose my nerve. What follows is the softest, most gentle M-rated fic I think you can find. Additionally, I am very ace, and thought that I was writing Harry as allosexual, until Vukovich told me how much ace Harry came through in this fic, so please take a moment to laugh at my naïvety and then to thank @vukovich for being a wonderful beta reader and for ensuring that I tagged this properly 💜

Words: 1,828 Rating: Mature Summary: There was a tumblr post asking who in your ship cries during sex, and I knew my answer immediately - Harry cries during, and Draco cries afterwards in secret. Read on ao3 here

It’s all so good. Everything has been so good, for months now, that Harry can’t really figure out why it took so long for him to finally ask Draco out. He can’t figure out why multiple years of amazing friendship didn’t turn into dating and kissing sooner, not when it only took him six months to realise that his feelings for Draco weren’t just platonic. He can’t figure out why it took them so long to get here, but he’s beyond glad that they finally have.

Harry’s lost count of how many dates they’ve gone on (although Draco probably knows; he’s obsessive like that, and Harry loves that he knows that about him), or how many times they’ve kissed, or how many scorching looks Draco has given him from the other side of the room. They’ve been taking things slowly, per Draco’s wishes, although Harry hasn’t minded, and has, in fact, been delighted to watch Draco open up to him even more with every dinner and every kiss, like a flower opening so slowly into the morning sun.

Now, though, they’re here, in Harry’s bed with Draco pink-cheeked and sweaty over him, for the very first time. And it’s so good, just like everything else, just like Harry knew it would be, because it’s Draco here with him. Draco’s nerves have dissipated, and he’s radiant, leaning down to kiss Harry, making soft little noises that Harry could listen to forever, beaming and laughing, pressing his eyes shut even as his mouth falls open. There’s a strand of hair that’s come free from its queue, falling alongside Draco’s flushed cheeks, and Harry is overjoyed to watch it sway back and forth, curling up into a gentle ringlet, because that means that Draco must secretly straighten his hair, and Harry knows this now, an intimate little secret to discover even in the midst of this intimate act itself. They’ve been together for so long tonight that Draco’s hair straightening charms have worn off, and he’s comfortable enough with Harry that he hasn’t bothered to refresh them, and now Harry gets to know that there’s a wave to Draco Malfoy’s pin-straight hair, and no one else gets to have that secret.

He reaches a hand up and twirls a finger through Draco’s hair, then cups his face to simply admire him for a moment. Harry doesn’t think that anyone could ever really look attractive during sex. It’s too sweaty and red-faced and slightly gross for anyone to actually look hot the whole way through, but Draco right now is so lovely, so captivatingly beautiful, both for his red-flushed, sweaty face and for how open he is in this moment of vulnerability.

“I love you,” Harry says, before he can stop himself. He’s said it before, a few times, and he’s certain that Draco feels the same way, even if he hasn’t said it back yet. Still, Harry hadn’t wanted to pressure him right now, hadn’t wanted to risk making Draco think that he had to say it back to him at this moment because of everything else. Draco beams, though, and kisses him fiercely, and somewhere in the middle, Harry tips over into ecstasy, coming back to himself moments later with tears wet on his cheeks and more still streaming from his eyes.

They kiss some more after, and then just hold each other close, drifting in and out of sleep for a while. Draco doesn’t say anything about the tears that took a few minutes to stop, although Harry thinks he’d be well within his rights to. Honestly, who cries during sex because their boyfriend secretly has curly hair? Instead, Draco just kisses him, and runs his thumbs under Harry’s eyes to wipe away the tears, and kisses him again while fresh ones appear.

When Harry wakes up an unknown amount of time later, he can still feel the salt, tacky on his cheeks. He passes a hand over his eyes, then scrubs it across his face, before reaching out to pull Draco close to him once more. His hand meets nothing but empty sheets, still warm from Draco’s body, but rapidly cooling. And Harry knows, because he knows Draco, that he’ll be back soon. He hasn’t gone far, nor has he gone for good, and Harry is sure of it even before he sees the light shining from under the ensuite door. If Harry could be patient for two minutes, Draco would surely return to him, eager to reclaim his place next to Harry in their warm bed, and to press his always freezing toes in between Harry’s legs. But Harry’s in love with him, and everything is so good when they’re together, and he doesn’t want to be separated even for the next two minutes, and so he gets up and pads over to the bathroom door, knocking gently to preserve the quiet of the pre-dawn stillness.

“Draco?”

There’s no answer, but Harry can hear the sink running, so he pushes the door open a crack and says Draco’s name again, sees his bare back stiffen slightly at the sound of Harry’s voice. He splashes water on his face once, then turns around with a towel pressed to his cheeks, patting himself dry even as Harry steps into his space and puts his hands gently around Draco’s waist. Draco leans into the touch, but doesn’t respond in kind, continuing to dry his face, the towel now an obstacle, keeping Harry from kissing him like he so desperately wants to. Instead, Harry slips his pinkies into the waistband of the boxers Draco has put back on, and gently smooths his thumbs up and down Draco’s sides.

“Hi,” he says, still making an effort to be quiet for no reason.

“Hello,” Draco whispers back, the towel still obscuring his face and muffing his voice slightly.

“Is everything alright?” Harry gives one of Draco’s hips a gentle squeeze, and Draco sways slightly into his hand.

Draco nods, but doesn’t say anything, and the towel is still hiding his face, which means Harry is forced to judge by Draco’s stiff shoulders how much of a lie his nod was. Harry slowly pulls the towel down, revealing Draco much as he was only an hour before; his face is red and blotchy, his hair is mussed, and his eyes are closed. Unlike before though, his face is now wet with tears instead of perspiration, and Harry feels a stab of pain go through his heart at the idea that something is marring this perfect night for Draco.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, moving his hands to cup Draco’s face, almost able to see the same motion echoed between them from earlier in the evening.

Draco shakes his head, and another tear falls to meet Harry’s thumb before being wiped away.

“Nothing. I’m fine, truly I am. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Harry wipes away another tear and tilts Draco’s chin up gently until he meets his eyes. He can’t quite parse the emotions that he sees going across Draco’s face, but he can understand, at least in part, how Draco must be feeling. Tonight was a big step for both of them, their first time together, but it was Draco’s first time ever, and Harry feels like his chest might burst with love for Draco for letting him share this moment with him. Some of that must be reflected on his own face, because Draco gives him a watery little smile and tries again to explain.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” ‘A lot’ finishes Draco’s voice in Harry’s head, but he remains silent and gives Draco the chance to say the words for himself. “A lot,” he says, with another small smile, and then his lower lip begins to quaver again. “It’s all been really good!” he hastens to add. “And I’m fine!” he says, more tears splashing down his face. “It’s just a lot, all at once.”

Harry nods his head, wipes Draco’s tears, and kisses him. It’s not one of their best kisses, Draco sniffles in the middle of it, and Harry’s pretty sure that there’s snot in his mouth, but it’s still absolutely perfect, because it’s the two of them standing together in the middle of Harry’s bathroom at some wretchedly early hour in the morning.

When they pull apart, Harry swipes his thumbs across Draco’s cheeks again and says, “I get it.” At Draco’s raised eyebrow - and, oh, what a joy, to see Draco’s dearly loved prickly little personality pushing through his tears - Harry reminds him, “I was crying earlier tonight, too.” He shrugs. “It can be overwhelming sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t amazing.”

Draco scrubs the towel across his face once more, then fits himself to Harry’s body, pressing his face into the spot between his neck and shoulder that he had been kissing earlier that evening. Draco’s nose presses into a tender area, and Harry thrills to consider that he might have a bruise there in the morning, and can’t wait to avoid all of Draco’s attempts to heal it with magic, instead letting it linger for days as a reminder of tonight. Maybe, he thinks nonsensically, he could even get a tattoo there, to preserve it for all eternity.

“I woke up and wanted to wash my hands,” Draco says out of nowhere, the words slightly muffled against Harry’s skin, “and when I saw myself in the mirror, I just. I don’t know. I guess I thought that maybe I would look different, afterwards. Which, I know that’s silly, but I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. And I couldn’t tell if I looked different or not. All I could think about was how I must have looked to you-”

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Harry interrupts, and Draco laughs a little before pressing on.

“And then I was thinking about how you looked at me, and, and, and you love me-”

“I do,” Harry says,

“-and,” Draco’s fists tighten against Harry’s back, and he can feel the material of the towel Draco is still holding move against his spine. Draco pulls back slightly, and looks Harry in the eye. He’s a bit of a mess, with his cheeks a chaotic pink and his eyelashes spiky from tears, but once again Harry is certain that he’s never seen anyone more lovely, “and, Harry, I love you too,” he says, and possibly some other words after that, but those are lost into Harry’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly before lifting him up, letting Draco wrap his legs around Harry’s waist, and carrying him back to bed.

When Harry wakes up the next morning, it’s with Draco curled around him, his face pressed against Harry’s chest, and the bathroom hand towel, which Harry now realises is the novelty Celestina Warbeck one that Draco got him as a joke, squashed under his armpit. It’s so strange, and so perfect, that Harry wants to laugh. It’s all just really good.

[littledollll]

Little interruption was so sweeeeeeeet. Could you maybe, just maybe do a part 2? Either a hot chocolate date or maybe like a year later, established relationship and kid calls Larissa mama too and she doesn't know how to handle it, so just emotions basically? Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase. :) It's okay if not. :)

The chosen one

(Pt. 2 of “lovely interruption”)

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: this takes place about half a year into r and Larissa’s relationship, it’s a quick thing cuz Idk what else to write and also I wanna get these drafts done!

No warnings

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It was a relatively calm day, if you take away your brother running around and screaming to point out absolutely anything he found mildly amusing, mostly at Larissa. He claimed she was much better at explaining than you, which obviously you were offended by.

Like he’s been doing for the past hour, he ran up to you and Larissa, but seeing as you were caught up in conversation and weren’t giving him the attention he so obviously needed to live, he chose to insert himself in, rather loudly. “Momma, momma!” He practically yelled, but he was looking straight at Larissa, not you.

Her eyes shot up to look at you in what you think was was panic. Shocked face turning into a joyful smile once she saw you were already looking at them interact, with nothing but love in your eyes and you gave her a slight nod. She cleared her throat and looked back his way, “yes, sweet boy?”

“What this?” And that was your queue to zone out for a bit, they’d be a while. He had taken to calling her “issa” since you did. You had no idea he thought of Larissa as a second parent, not just your partner. It made you beyond relieved to know that he not only liked her but considered her family. You also had no idea where the hell he came from calling her momma, it was adorable regardless.

“Thank you momma!” Your ears perked up again, snapping out of your thoughts as he ran off. Larissa seemed to be having some trouble with words at the moment, turning to you with really no idea of what to say. So you spoke first, “is that okay? Him calling you that?”

“You must be messing with me.” She replied, like you just asked the most obvious question ever. So he was allowed to do that but you aren’t? Rude. Sure you saw how happy it made her. Still, it never hurts to be sure. “Did you?-“

“No issa, that’s all you. I don’t know when or why he simply decided you’re momma now.” Right from across the room, he clearly overheard “Is that how it works?” He looked right at you both and nodded very obviously making you both chuckle, “He did it to me, so I guess in his mind, yes.”

“Well I’m more than honored to be called his momma.” She did say it with such pride, clearly exaggerated but you knew she meant it. “Congratulations! You’re the chosen one, Larissa Weems.”

You could see Larissa fighting the smile that threatened to stay on her face for the rest of the day at that. “I guess I am” Looks like the little matchmaker was just generally good at picking his people.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Mother Bruce and His Baby Birds

First posted: April 2, 2018

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne et al

Favorite bookmark: "if only dc wasn't a coward"

Second favorite bookmark: "yooo i felt god in this chili's tonight"

Tier: As of queue date, #6 in hits and kudos, #5 in comments, #7 in bookmarks and subscriptions

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics.

I haven't figured out the best way to cover multi-chapter fics, especially behemoths like Nature and Nurture or The Return, so this is a test. I'll start with chapter one and reblog with additions for each chapter, I think. If there's a better way, please send suggestions.

Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Chapter One

My very first fic ever. I got obsessed with reading fic for a few months (thanks to @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum and @unpretty's Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts, and finally needed a little bit of output to balance out the input. It wasn't really planned, which is why my name is what it is. I'd made the lurker account to do just that and nothing more. Which feels a little silly now, five years and almost 100 fics later. 😬

The title comes from the Ryan Higgins picture book, because titles are harrrrrrd.

I think this is my only fic with chapter names, other than The Return.

He knew how it felt--that teeth-rattling, rib-crushing, pulse-racing sensation--and he knew how to push through it.

You see? You see how new I was at this? I hadn't even looked up the em-dash shortcut yet.

"And I don’t care if Arthur Pennypacker says gelato contains the required daily serving of calcium. Alfred will not let you survive on gelato alone.”

I am going to try very hard to be proud of this, my little baby fic, and not critical, but it's going to be very difficult when I clearly had to pluck a name out of thin air and ended up with Arthur Pennypacker being discussed in the same scene where Alfred Pennyworth exists. Yeesh.

"Art’s the fathead that stole Eddie’s gym shorts and ran them up the Academy flagpole.”

I wrote a joke poem about this kind of scenario for school once and it got published as part of a contest. Reduce reuse recycle.

The grin was still there, a bright smile full of pleasantly crooked teeth that leaned into each other like birds in a winter wind, but the corner of Jason’s mouth twisted hesitantly.

If I were doing this again, I'd make Jason a little less golly gee mister in tone, but at least he's precious.

Jason had always been gifted at picking up the scent of unease. Dick, Bruce’s outgoing ward, could read emotions. Jason could read tells.

Now that's clever, if I do say so myself. Good job, Amateur Me.

Jason dropped his spoon back in the empty gelato cup and ran his fingers over the stitching of the baseball on the table.

I reference that ball later in another fic and for the life of me right now I can't remember which one. Ah well. Put a pin in this. You'll see it again.

I thought I was gonna miss it for sure! And then after, Raul Huezo right there in front’a me! Just like, pshew! Did’ja see Bruce?

Raul Huezo was a spoof on a real-life baseball player... and I no longer remember who. Pity.

For a moment, all was still. Bruce had stopped breathing entirely, and it felt like Jason had as well. Bruce gripped Jason tightly, struggling to keep the preteen from falling out of his precarious half-perch on Bruce’s lap and onto the floor. But Jason was clutching Bruce just as tightly, gangly arms wrapped around Bruce’s neck and face pressed into Bruce’s chest. Tentatively, Bruce lowered his face to Jason’s hair and breathed in the smell of shampoo, sweat, and ballfield.

dadhugdadhugdadhugdadhug

Hitting post on this very first chapter was terrifying but everyone was awfully nice. And it's so fun to look back and realize @cdelphiki was my very first commenter ever. Like hey! I know that name!

[jensensfanfic]

sorry, i should have been more specific! i think the first one you listed (the one about the ferris wheel) is really wholesome! <3

TICKETS FOR KISSES

[gif is mine]

pairing: daniel larusso x gn!reader

warnings: kissing?

a/n: not sure yet how i feel about this, but i hope you like it! hasn't been proofread yet, so ignore any typos, etc, <3 also... the title... ???? anon's other ask/request here

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"You wanna ride the ferris wheel with me?"

"I can't." You reach into your jeans pocket and pull out the inner fabric. "I'm all out."

Daniel raises his hand and waves around two tickets. "I got you."

"Well, alright then." You pinch one out of his hands and give it over to the ride attendant.

Daniel does the same and then extends his arm, gesturing for you to step ahead of him. "After you, m'lady."

The attendant rolls his eyes from where he's watching you with mild annoyance as you each take a seat.

As the ride starts to move, and you begin your first loop around, you pull out your phone. Holding it tightly, you open the camera app, glancing at Daniel. "Hey. Selfie?"

"Yeah, why not?" 

Daniel moves closer into the frame, and you snap a couple of shots. You can go through them and pick your favourite later. As you snap a few more, Daniel nudges you and whispers, "Can I kiss your cheek? For the… picture?"

"Uh… yeah, okay." 

Daniel gently pulls your face closer with one hand and plants the softest kiss against your skin. You snap a few more shots and notice that your face seems to be getting pinker. You're blushing.

"Uh-" You quickly lock your phone and slide it into the safety of your jacket zipper pocket. "Okay, that'll do."

"Hm." Daniel doesn't look away from you, and after a handful of minutes, it becomes impossible not to look back. He smiles. "So… I- um…" Daniel scratches the back of his neck and blows out a breath. "I wanted to ask you something?"

"Okay… what's up?"

"Well, um… I just noticed that lately we hang out, like, a lot. And it's been really nice, you know, getting to know you and just… being around you." Daniel's fingers walk over to yours, and he hesitates a little before covering your hand with his. "I really like being around you. I really like… you. And if you don't feel the same, that's fine, but I just wanted to ask… would you, um- would you wanna go out sometime?"

"Like a date?"

Daniel nods. Butterflies fill your stomach, and your heart pounds. It just so happens that the seat you're in on the ferris wheel stops at the very top in this very perfect moment. You turn your hand so that you can interlock your fingers with his. 

"Yes. Yeah, I'd love too."

"Okay… uh, great, ha." Daniel chuckles and wipes his brow, pretending like his brushing away sweat. "Phew."

You giggle and then decide to be brave. "Can I ask you something as well, then?"

"'Course."

"Will you kiss me?"

"A-are you sure?"

"I am."

"Really?"

"Yes, Danny. Now..." Your hands reach to grab his, and you guide them to your own jaw. He instinctively starts to caress your face with his thumbs. "Kiss me like we're in a romance novel."

Daniel wastes no time then, pulling you close and testing the waters by pecking your lips a couple of times. He pulls back a little, smiling at your closed eyes and tinted cheeks before moving in again. 

This time, his kiss is firmer, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You pull him closer, and boldness takes over as you nip at his lower lip. He pulls back in shock, grinning. "Wow, Y/N. I thought you -"

You chase his mouth, wanting more. "Yeah, wow, indeed. Now, come back here." 

You move to kiss him once more, but then the attendant is loudly clearing his throat, and you're jumping apart. "Shit. Sorry!" Neither of you had even noticed that the ferris wheel had begun to move again. 

The attendant sighs, then points over to the queue that has formed, shaking his head.

"Okay, we get it." You grab Daniel's hand and lift the bar, then hop out of the seat. "Sorry again."

You hastily move past the line of giggling teens and surprised parents. 

"I can't believe we didn't realise. Am I that good of a kisser?" Daniel winks, bumping your shoulder with his as you walk out into the middle of the funfair. 

"Uh, no." You spot the 'hook-a-duck' stand and start leading Daniel into that direction. "I think I was the better kisser. And I think as a reward, you should win me a giant plushy."

"Oh, really?" Daniel laughs, and then you pull his arm around your neck, wrapping your own around his waist. "So, um, does this mean we're like… you know?"

"What?" You tease. "I don't know."

Daniel sighs, then leans down to your ear. "Does this mean we're together?"

"Hmmm…" You stop walking as you reach the game stand and pull him down for another kiss. "You tell me." 

You kiss him once, twice, and then three times more. When you pull away, you look around at the different plush animals that are lined up on shelves at the back of the hook-a-duck stall. Daniel pulls some more tickets out of his back pocket. "You know, a kiss… or four still doesn't answer my question."

You giggle, pinching the tickets out of his hand. "It means yes, Daniel. Yes. And by the way, I really like you, too."

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[campbyler]

BHDSDNSJDBKSJDK S OMFG OMFG I GIGGLED LIKE A MANIAC LIKE THE WHOLE TIME I WAS READING HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHH THEY ARE SUCH STUPID IN LOVE IDIOTS "yes youre obsessed with me" HOLY SHIT THE SASS OH MY GODDDDDD I WAS LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING IS MIKE TAKING HIM ON A DATE HOLY SHIT AND THEN HE WAS BUT I DONT THINK WILL KNOWS IT WAS A DATE SBDSKNKJS THE COOL COOL MOMENT SDBSHD JS BSFHBSJDBS WILL LIKES HOW MIKE DRIVES OMFGG THEY LIKE HOLDING EACH OTHERS HANDS IM LITERALLY GONNA START SQUEALING okay mike is so real for his oshawatt pin on his fanny pack also ngl i kinda forgor that will works at starbucks but also like of course he does i feel like thats just a fact that everyone should know OMFGGG THEY ARE BOTH THE MOST CLINGY BITCHES EVER NHJSBUBHJWSBJ "engaging in behavior usually reserved for amusement park queues" HELP WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS TRYING NOT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD SO BADLY THAT I GOT LIGHTHEADED AND ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY BED I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING I WAS OUT OF BREATH AND WHEEZING FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES AND HAD TO TAKE A BREAK FROM READING NHJBSHBDKS THEY ARE SO FUCKING CLINGY OH MY GOD the vulnerablility 🥺🥺 they are being do soft with each other 🥺🥺 mike is finally opening up 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love his car shopping list and his reasons 🥺🥺🥺🥺 also jesus FUCKING christ ted is fucking crazy that makes me so angry that he would do that and that it made such a lasting impact on mike that all those years later he would be worried about that happening to him its not okay OMFG OF COURSE HIS PASSWORD IS KERMIT HE IS SO SILLY NSDSHBDSB BESBDNSNDDNKJSNDB HES GONNA TEACH WILL HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR OMFG OMFG OMFG THAT IS PROBABLY SO INTIMATE FOR HIM TOO BECAUSE THE CAR IS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR AND NOW HES TEACHING WILL HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR JUST SBHSBDKSNDIJNSFS

you fr knocked this one out of the fucking park thea like full on grand slam, everyone made it to home and the ball went so far we couldnt even see where it landed i am very thankful that you guys take the time to write these chapters so well anyway happy holidays 🫶 (and merry july in christmas lmao)

AHHHH OMGGGGG SUCH A LENGTHY REACTION I HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED!! LET ME TRY TO RESPOND PROPERLY (picture me cracking my knuckles without cracking them ty)

i am loving this play by play of everything!! i do need u to know that this has been Exactly what my brain has been doing on overdrive since likeeeee. february or march when we first drafted the concept for ch9 😭😭😭 i loveeeeed including the detail of mike's fanny pack and it's def most of the reason why i really want to draw their outfits!! i think will's starbucks job has either only been mentioned once or has only been mentioned on this blog, but it's a very important part of the universe #2 #me 💚 ALSO HELLLOOO I HOPE YOU ARE ALIVE AND OK AFTER ALMOST FALLING OUT OF YOUR BED???

i will sayyyy the ted story was definitely a bit of projection teehee (thanks #mom) but i did think it fit superrr well and was a really strong reason for why owning the car would be so important to him! i was so excited to be able to have him open up this chapter as well :')

i did have to debate between using snoopy and kermit for mike's passcode but kermit won out!! also YESSSS U ARE HITTING THE NAIL ON THE HEAAADDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

ty so so so MUCHHH for your kind words and huge reaction, i'm so glad you enjoyed!! happy holidays and merry christmas in july!!!

[an-anonimous-writer]

Grocery shopping

GIF credit not mine

Summary: Your relationship with Peter isn't the best right now, maybe if Peter cooks you dinner it could improve or maybe not.

TASM! Peter Parker x GN! Reader (not use of any pronouns)

Warnings: implied sex, angst, cheating, crying, mentions of food. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Words: 1764

A/N: Well, I'm back after a big hiatus, school was stressing me out (since it was my last year of high school) and I decided to enjoy summer and spending time on myself. I also had quite a writer block and the only thing that came out was a TASM! Peter Parker fic, so here it is. As always, let me know if I made any grammar or/and spelling mistakes for English is not my first language and any constructive criticism will be well receive. So with no further do… Hope you enjoy it!

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Earbuds in, you were walking down the streets of New York, it was so cold that it felt as if you were in the middle of December, even though it was almost April. With your bare hands you pulled your coat tighter to protect yourself from the winter-like cold weather.

That afternoon your boyfriend, Peter, asked you if you could go and buy some groceries, since the pantry was almost empty and he decided to be a chef for you and cook that one meal he showed you a few months ago and you obliged, now cursing him for the coldness your body felt.

The store was just a few streets away from your apartment. You prayed not to run into anyone, because you knew they would love to catch up with you, even in this invernal cold. But thankfully, you arrived at the shop without any encounters. There you took the shopping list Peter crafted with the ingredients for his recipe and with a few more basic things, such as milk.

You knew why he was doing it. These last few weeks hadn’t been the best for your relationship, college and his vigilante work made him skip some important dates, like your second year anniversary. Both of you decided to go out for dinner, to the fancy restaurant right besides Aunt May’s house. You arrived dressed beautifully, a blue dress that accentuated your eyes and your free hair that fell like a cascade.

Peter made sure he didn’t have to work as Spider-Man that night, moving and rescheduling, but nevertheless, you were stood up. Three hours sitting in that chair made you think you weren’t a priority to him and you could feel as you shrinked in that cahir, making yourself feel tiny.

The waiter, that was serving you, came by the table for the 15th time asking if you had decided yet, you smiled at him with a tight-lipped smile and shook your head, standing up and giving him the restaurant’s menu. One hour later you received a text from Peter:

im srry 11:56 pm

smthg came up :(( 11:56 pm

ill make it up 2 u, promise x 12:03 am

You felt disappointed in him, you both planned the night so he didn’t have to dress up as Spider-Man and had to watch over the city, but as always, he had to, not even for a night, an important one (at least for you), he could not leave it alone.

For the next weeks all that could be heard in your apartment was shouting, screaming and reproaches thrown to one and other. They were filled with venom. Each word thrown was like a dagger in your hearts, it hurt you.

“You know damn well, I can’t leave the city for an anniversary!” he would shout. “As if it was so important, we will celebrate plenty of them! Ugh, God!”

But today, he decided to compensate for it, he wanted you to feel fancy and special, as you should have felt on your anniversary, or so you thought as you picked up some tomatoes he asked for. Peter always regretted standing you up because he knew, deep down, you would never stand him up, not even for an emergency and he knew that always hurt you.

You were on the queue revising everything you were about to buy when you realized you didn’t put cheese on the cart, so, quickly, you stepped out of the line and went to the dairy aisle, cursing yourself because you only wanted to arrive home, eat that delicious dinner Peter was about to make and get drunk on some cheap wine. But the universe had other plans, apparently.

Suddenly, you heard your name being called from down the aisle, you turned your head and saw one of Peter’s friends. It was Gwen, a beautiful, not to say gorgeous girl. He was Peter’s ex, but they decided to remain friends since they knew each other since preschool. Gwen was one of the only people who also knew about Peter's secret identity, so of course you always went to her for advice or just to feel heard. She was so very nice and you could always count on her, even if you weren’t as close as she was with Peter.

‘‘Oh my God!’’ she started approaching you so she could hug you. ‘‘How are you? It’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other!’’ 

Her embraces were comforting and safe ans that's how you fell between her arms as you reciprocated her hug.

‘‘Yeah, it’s been’’ you said. ‘‘How have you been?’’

‘‘Well, I’m fine, but you must’ve been feeling horrible these past months’’ she responded feeling sorry for you, a knowing look on her face.

You were confused, you’ve been perfectly fine, with your highs and lows, but like every other person and of course Peter and yours relationship wasn't having its best time, but you wouldn’t complain, nor say you were feeling horrible because of it.

‘‘I know about you and Peter, so don’t worry, you don’t have to act all confused’’ she assured you, squeezing your forearm, as if she wanted to comfort you. You were even more confused now.

‘‘What about Peter and I?’’ you looked at her, now with your arms crossed. Everything was fine. Were there any rumors? ‘‘We are fine’’ you added with a nervous laugh.

Gwen was the one with the puzzled look on her face now. She removed her hand off your forearm and smile just as confused as you.

‘‘I thought you guys broke up, you know since he…’’ she laugh, she then stopped, her smile dropped and gasped aa she realized. ‘‘Oh no! I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Peter is an awful idiot.’’

You placed the cheese on the cart and let out a nervous chuckle followed by a trembling what, why? Gwen only gave you a tight hug and whispered:

‘‘I’m here for you, it is all going to pass, ok?’’

You remove yourself from Gwen embrace and went to the line, thoufhts running wild all over your brain.

You just wanted to go home and ask Peter about it. Why did his friend think you broke up? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions and think bad about Peter, but what if he was... No, he would never do that, right?

You paid for your things and went speed walking, almost running, down the street to your apartment. You opened the door and sprinted up the stairs with two bags full of food and miscellaneous stuff on them. You needed an explanation, why did his friends think you guys were over?

In your head, you imagine yourself as a jealous partner. Sick by the idea of it, you tried not to second guess yourself, but your gut knew what was going on, you juat wanted to deny it.

As you arrived at your door, your heart was pounding against your chest at such speed you could feel it coming put your chest. One hand on the knob and the other one turning the keys, while the plastics bag was hanging on your forearms. You were deciding whether or not to open the door, whatever the trith was, you know that it behind that door your heart would ache.

You finally enter your shared apartment with your boyfriend Peter. He was in the kitchen preparing the pots he was going to use. You welcome yourself by saying ‘Hi’, Peter didn’t see you at first.

When you arrived ar the kitchen, Peter went and gave you a peck, instead of butterflies, you felt sick in your stomach, how would you even think so lowly of him?

‘‘You are freezing, my my’’ he broke the silence and you were so relieved he was the one to do it. He put his hands on either side of you and start running them up and down to make you warmer.

Maybe Gwen was wrong, maybe he told her about one of their fights and so she thought the broke up.

‘‘Yeah, well, it is as if we were in winter and not at the end of March’’ you laughed it off. You left the bags on the counter and put off your coat, hanging it. ‘‘You know, I’ve run into Gwen at the store’’ you added, while you were in the hall.

He only hummed picking up the ingredients he needed. you took a deep breath as you reentered the kitchen. Peter looked so handsome while cooking under the dim light of the room. You didn’t want to do this, but your brain reminded you that you deserved an explanation.

‘‘She told me, she thought we broke up’’ you said, chuckling nervously. Peter looked up to you immediately, he had guilt written over his features. ‘‘She started, like, oh you must be feeling horrible, y’know Peter, you, relationship over, blah, blah, blah’’ you added, also chuckling. 

Peter directed his gaze to the pots as swiftly as he looked up at you before. You tried to calm yourself, a small smile appeared on your face, maybe your suppositions were wrong, how could you not trust him? He had heart of gold.

‘‘I obviously denied it all, because we are great, with some rough weeks and some fighting, but, we are great, no?’’ you asked, pushing Peter to confess something you expected him to, but he only shook his head while gulping. ‘‘She also apologized and told me she was there for me, which was so weird by the way.’’ 

Peter pretended he didn’t listen to that. His jaw was clenched, however you didn’t notice it and you started talking again.

‘‘I was so dumb because it really seemed as if you would cheat on me!’’ you then laughed, loud, so loud you swore the neighbors could hear you. ‘‘But you would never cheat on me, right?’’ 

Silence.

The only thing that was making some sound was the boiling water, but nothing more. There was silence.

You fear for the worst. The truth you didn’t even want to believe. Your heart sank. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not your golden heart boy.

‘‘Right?’’ your voice was cracked this time, the smile you had dissapering from your face. Peter looked at you, eyes read and tears whealing in his eyes.

You couldn’t take it anymore as tears began to flow down your cheeks and anger mixed with sadness was controlling and consuming your body.

Peter opened his mouth, he needed to explain himself, but you had enough.

‘‘Baby, I-’’

‘‘Don’t baby me, Peter. Don’t you even dare to look me in the eye!’’ you shouted, interrupting his explanation. ‘‘How could you even…? WHAT DID I DO? WAS I NOT WORTH IT?’’ 

Peter was shaking his head, nervously, while tears streamed down his face, you were more than worth it, you were so much better for him. He was trying to form an explanation, but he could only form sobs. He was now regretting everything he did that led up to this moment. Meeting that girl, taking her to bed, continueto hook up with her… His heart broke as you were breaking down in front of him and he couldn’t do anything, because he was the one to fuck it up.

‘‘Was it her?’’ you sobbed, trying to even out your breath and looking up tearing your gaze off the floor.

Peter looked at you confused.

‘‘Was it her what came up in our anniversary?’’ you asked again, praying to whoever was up there it wasn’t, that it was Spider-Man.

He just nodded. Your whole world collapsed. So it was true, you weren’t important, not to him at least. You nodded, as well, containing your cries by biting your lips, he didn’t deserve seeing you like this. He didn’t deserve you, not at all. 

‘‘For how long? I just want to know that’’ you lied, you wanted to know it all. You wanted to know the juiciest details, how many times he had fucked her or how many times he had lied to you and his friends. You deserved to know it all, but if you stayed in the same room for more than five minutes you would burst into tears.

“Three months before our anniversary’’ he admitted. It had been going on for over five months now. ‘‘But, I… I never loved her, not like I love you, baby, please. You have to believe me.’’ he added, crying.

That was the final straw. 

‘‘If you would have loved me, you would never look out for another girl’’ you sentenced as you put on your coat and left the apartment. Peter followed you right behind, but stopped once you were out on the hallway. If he loved you he would go right behind you, running up to you. He never did.

The crude reality settling down. You wanted to shout, cry your heart out, and curse Peter Parker's name, but that’s the thing about you, you wouldn’t do it because you couldn’t. Even after the revelation, you still love him, even when you were this hurt, even if he kissed her right in front of you, even if he disappears from your life, you will forever love him. You gave him your heart, he took it, played with it, kept it and left you out there in the cold street of New York City crying.

Earbuds in, you were walking down the streets of New York, this time crying for a boy with a heart of gold for others, just not for you.

[elizabethemerald]

DPxDC Family Reunion

AO3  

First Prev

“Now, Master Daniel, you may not know me well, but I assure you that complaining will buy you no favors from me.” Alfred said with his usual even tone as he helped Danny rise from the medical bed in the Batcave. “Dr. Thompkins and I feel that you are healed enough to be able to continue your recovery in one of the bedrooms upstairs.” 

“Huh, I already have a bedroom waiting for me? Am I setting some kind record for fastest turnaround from meeting to adoption?” Danny snarked back. “And you can call me just Danny.” 

“I’m afraid, Master Danny, that the current record holder for that title is Master Jason. Master Bruce caught him stealing tires from the Batmobile, then Master Jason hit him with a tire iron. I believe there was intent to adopt from first sight.” 

Danny snorted, then grimaced a hand pressing to his chest. His body still hurt from what his parents did to him, but fortunately with the care, food and protection of the Batfamily he was healing as quickly as he could. The realization that Bruce Wayne was Batman that had come the other day was still processing through Danny’s mind. It would have to wait for full processing behind a long queue made of his parent’s crimes. He would have to schedule that freak out for a later date. 

“Well then, should I start calling you Master Alfred?” Danny asked with a twisted smile as he leaned on the butler’s shoulder. 

“I assure you, Alfred is sufficient.” He and Danny had managed to get to the base of the stairs up from the cave to the manor above. Danny took a deep breath and gave a shaky stare at the steep steps. “We can of course take the elevator if you prefer, Master Danny.”

Danny nodded and the two of them entered the elevator. He gave a small sigh of relief that Alfred generously didn’t comment on. He might be healed enough that he no longer needed the IV and monitoring equipment of the Batcave Medbay but he still wasn’t anywhere close to 100% yet. The elevator dinged and the two of them excited the hidden panel in Bruce’s office. As they entered the richly decorated office, Danny felt something tug at his core. He rubbed his chest and ignored it, his senses were still all messed up from what he went through. 

“Unfortunately for the flying fury brigade, I’m probably still not going to use my powers much for Hero work. I need to keep a low profile.” Danny joked, feeling another tug at his core. Alfred was leading him to one of the sitting rooms of the manor and he swore he could hear talking coming from the room. “I don’t want to bring any more of my problems here to Gotham-”

“Danny?” 

His head shot up to the now open door of the sitting room and standing there was a sight for sore eyes. His sister, Jazz, was standing in the doorway, Tucker and Sam leaning around her body to get a better look. 

“Jazz?” He could barely whisper the word as his knees gave out. 

His sister ran to him, only pausing at a hand motion from Alfred. She fell to her knees in front of him and gently wrapped him in a hug. He observed several things even if he couldn’t process them as his sister’s arms wrapped around him. Her hair, raggedly chopped short. The dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. The bandages visible on her arms past the sleeves of her sweater and dotting her face. Her arms around him. He was safe. His sister was here. She would never let anything hurt him. He held her as tightly as he dared while his core purred in relief. Tucker and Sam joined the hug on either side of him. Tears were racing down his cheeks and he could hear and feel the others sobbing around him. 

Eventually their tears subsided enough that they could return to the sitting room. None of them seemed fully willing to actually let the others go so the Amity Parkers stayed in one large clump as they made their way to the largest couch. Jazz helped Danny sit down, then immediately took one side. She grabbed his hand tightly, pressing their entwined fingers to her cheeks. Sam quickly took Danny’s other side and also grabbed his hand. Tucker hesitated, unsure where he wanted to sit, but knowing he wanted to stay close to Danny. Then Sam pulled him down so he was sitting on her lap and they could all still be close. Danny appreciated them all staying so close and he nuzzled his head against Tucker’s shoulder and squeezed both Jazz and Sam’s hands, his core purring away. 

“Are you-?” Danny looked at Jazz then turned to Sam and Tucker. “Were you-?”

He couldn’t seem to form full sentences as his brain finally picked up on the things he had seen earlier. Jazz’s injuries and exhaustion. Tucker’s lips were split from chewing on them and Sam’s hair was greasy and her make up was days old. He hadn’t seen his friends this bad since the last time Vlad tried to attack, and he had never seen Jazz in her current state. 

“I’m sure we all could do with a debrief on exactly what has been happening.” 

Danny whipped his head up at Bruce’s words. He finally noticed that they weren’t alone in the sitting room. Bruce sat in an elegant looking armchair, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair and his fingers steepled in front of him. Damian stood with his arms crossed next to the chair with Dick perched on the back of Bruce’s chair, his arm draped casually over Damian’s shoulders. Duke was sitting with Jason and Steph on the other couch. Cass was sitting on Stephanie’s lap, her feet resting on Jason’s thighs. Tim was leaning on the back of that couch, his fingers tapping out small patterns on Stephanie’s head and shoulders. Barbara sat in her wheelchair next to the couch and Alfred stood with his usual impeccable posture against the back wall. 

Danny blanched and quickly whipped his head back and forth between the Waynes and his friends. How much should he tell his friends? How much should he tell the Bats? They couldn’t know he was a ghost, could they? He had only been introduced to the full Bat family the previous day and now he had to try and keep their secret from the people he cared about most in the world? Jazz, of course, amazing Jazz, took command of the situation when his panic became evident. 

“We already know about the Waynes’... extracurricular activities.” Jazz said softly, only really addressing this to Danny as everyone else seemed to be aware. “Orphan and Spoiler let us know their identities and we concluded the identities of the rest of the family.” 

As Jazz finished, Danny could see the Waynes reacting. It was clear most of them were… not thrilled with their secret being outed. Damian looked furious and was glaring at Stephanie who glared back with equal measure before sticking her tongue out at him. Bruce had a glower to his eye even though the rest of his face remained impassive. Dick and Jason shared a wince and a grimace. Barbara was one of the best at keeping her emotions off her face, but it was still clear that she was in the middle of the pack in her opinion. Tim looked a little proud that Jazz was able to figure out everyone else’s identity so quickly. Cass clearly considered her choice to unmask herself to be completely justified and Duke shot Danny a small smile, meta to meta adjacent. Jazz took another breath to continue. 

“I also accidentally revealed that you were a part-ghost.” 

Her voice was quiet and her eyes flicked away from his, ashamed that she had shared his long fought secret. As his hands were still occupied he gave her a reassuring squeeze then leaned his whole body against hers, even moving his legs to be more in contact with her. He let out a few quiet chirps and whistles to make sure she knew he didn’t care. Across the room Jason almost fell off the couch in surprise at the sound. Cass gripped tightly onto Steph as he tried to fling her feet off of him. Then she stabbed a foot into his side and glared at him to keep him sitting. 

“Yes, but we don’t know what that means exactly.” Bruce said, and Danny could see his “Batman - World’s Greatest Detective” side showing through in his tone. There was a mystery before him and he wanted to unravel it. “Why don’t we start from the beginning of this ghost business and see if we can’t get some more answers.” 

“Before we get to that, which one of you is Oracle?” Tucker asked excitedly. 

A few of the Bats glanced not so subtly at Barbara who shot them all an annoyed look. Tucker immediately tried to jump to his feet, practically vibrating with happiness, but he was restrained by Jazz and Sam. They pulled him back down onto Sam’s lap, almost pulling him over onto Danny. 

“We can play twenty questions with the bats and meet our favorite heroes later.” Jazz carefully did not glance at any of the heroes when she said that, though she did turn to give Bruce a stern look. “However there will eventually be an equal exchange of information. Once we’ve resolved the current crisis I expect all of us to be fully caught up. I don’t want any of us getting hurt because of lack of information.” 

Bruce grunted and a wave of appreciative or considering looks swept over the Bats at Jazz’s bold as brass declaration. She ignored them all to turn to Danny. 

“This is your show, your secret. I think you should start at the beginning, but what you tell is up to you.” Her words were soft, again only for Danny. He thought for a moment before he nodded. He glanced at Sam and Tucker then back to her. 

“You guys speak up if I forget anything or get off track ok?” They nodded, Sam now resting her head on his shoulder. Danny looked up, drawing in the bats with his look. “This might seem like an obvious statement now, but ghosts are real.” 

A series of snorts echoed around the room at his incredible power of understatement. He gave a wry grin before he continued. 

“For the longest time my parents were certain that ghosts exist, but they didn’t have any proof. They had theories and papers they wrote about ectoplasm and ecto-based entities, but they didn’t have any actual ghosts to confirm those theories. They were laughed out of every serious scientific community for their wild assumptions about beings that the rest of the world didn’t even think were anything more than children’s stories.”

Danny hesitated a moment, wondering if the lack of outside input and support compounded to form the echo chamber of Jack and Maddie’s “research.” Jazz picked up the story while he sorted his thoughts again. 

“They were obsessed. For much of our childhood it was all they could focus on. Our birthdays were forgotten, I learned how to work the microwave at six so I could feed Danny, Danny learned first aid before he entered middle school so he could treat the injuries Jack and Maddie wouldn’t notice. Even Tucker and Sam had to grow up fast so they could help us, we wouldn’t have made it this far without their support.” 

Danny’s friends looked surprised to be called out at this part of the story. They knew they had helped Team Phantom deal with threats to Amity Park and the world at large, but they hadn’t realized how much their assistance had meant to the Fentons even prior to the portal. 

“Their obsession was dangerous even then.” Danny said, his eyes flashing green. “They moved us to Amity Park because they said it was a hotbed for ectoplasmic activity. They were able to filter pure ectoplasm out of the air. Then they would store their samples near our food in the fridge, or leave bottles of it open in the living room, or wake us up at all hours to drag us down to their basement lab to see the latest barely functional OSHA violation they had created.”

“Even the shower was heated by an ecto-heater.” Jazz said with an eye roll. “We were all contaminated with ectoplasm before they had even started working on the portal. They just never saw that it was their own fault.” 

She had practically growled the last words. Danny could feel her hurt and rage coming off her in waves. He could even feel her trying to suppress her emotions so he couldn’t sense them. With them as close as they were, physically and emotionally, there was no way she could hide her feelings. 

“Then they made the portal.” Danny’s agitation made the words come out past gritted teeth. He hated this part of the story. Sam and Tucker shifted so they were even closer, Tucker somehow half on his lap, half on Sam’s. “It was supposed to be their Magnum Opus. A portal into the Ghost zone, they would finally have the proof they needed for so long. They spent months down in the lab, we hardly saw them. Jazz and I were pretty self-reliant by that time so it didn’t change much. They dragged us down there to watch them turn it on for the first time. It didn’t work.”

Danny’s throat closed around any further words. He couldn’t say what he needed to. Fortunately Jazz picked up some of the slack. 

“I was hopeful that with this pipe dream finally circling the drain, Jack and Maddie would pull their heads out of their rears and actually be parents for Danny and I again.” Jazz said, her voice heavy with disdain and self-recrimination. As if it was her fault for ever giving their parents the benefit of the doubt. “I convinced them to leave town for a few days, maybe with some distance they would see what it was they were doing to us with their obsession.” 

“I convinced Danny to show us the portal.” Tucker said, his voice also tight. “I practically begged him to take us down to the lab so we could see it.” 

When his voice failed him too Sam spoke next. 

“I wanted a picture of Danny in the portal. It just stood there, a doorway to another world. How could I pass up the opportunity?” Her voice cracked, raw grief in her tone. 

Danny felt like he was drowning. Jazz’s regret and Tucker’s grief and Sam’s shame flooded his mind from every direction. His own maddening emotions filled in any space left over. They all blamed themselves for the accident. If Jazz hadn’t convinced Jack and Maddie to leave the portal wouldn’t have been left unguarded. If Tucker hadn’t wanted to see the portal they wouldn’t have gone down to the basement at all. If Sam didn’t want a picture of the portal he wouldn’t have gone inside it. If he hadn’t tripped and activated the portal, nothing of what happened after would have happened. 

“It’s not your fault.” Bruce’s voice cuts through the waves of emotions. 

“If I didn’t-”

“You can’t know-”

“You weren’t-”

“Yes, it-”

The Amity Parkers all start to talk over each other, each immediately assuming he was solely addressing them, and each rushing to tell him how wrong he was. Barbara leans forward from her chair as she speaks once they all fall silent. 

“It’s not your fault.” She states with far too much assuredness. “Your parents were criminally neglectful. Their lab safety was practically nonexistent. I’ve been perusing the files you pulled from their computer. They had no idea how harmful ectoplasm was to you. A million horrible coincidences came together and resulted in a tragedy. It was not your fault, none of you.” 

They were quiet, each with their own thoughts on the matter. Dick was the next one to speak up from his spot sprawled across the back of Bruce’s chair. 

“Can you honestly say that nothing else those two did would have tried next wouldn’t have resulted in a similar or possibly worse disaster? Your lives were in danger every second you were in that house. If it wasn’t this it would have been something else.” 

Dick’s voice was calm, controlled despite how he was unsettling Danny’s whole world. However another wave of grief crashed over him as Jazz burst into tears. She jumped to feet, still holding Danny’s hand as she glared at Dick. 

“You don’t understand! I was supposed to protect him!” She shouted. Her words echoed over each other a little as her eyes flashed green. 

“I do understand.” Dick glanced at Jason. “I’m probably the only person in this room who understands exactly what it’s like to have to protect a younger sibling from things they never should have to face. I also know what it's like to fail in that call.” 

Jazz sagged at his words as if all the fight left her. Danny freed his hand from Sam’s to guide his sister back to the couch before retaking her hand. Jazz shuddered as sobs shook her shoulders. Her free hand was pressed to her face to quiet her crying. Bruce cleared his throat and Danny looked up to catch his eye. His gaze was hard, determined, yet filled with compassion. 

“I know it may take more time to come to terms with everything that happened, everything that you’ve been through, but we’ll keep working on it, keep reminding you. It was not your fault.” His words were as hard as his eyes. The message seemed to be one he himself had heard often, even if he hadn’t fully taken it to heart himself, one he had often repeated with this same passion and fire. Over his shoulder Danny could see Alfred giving Bruce a small, proud smile. “Now, take a moment to gather yourself, then continue.” 

Danny took a deep breath. “I went into the portal.” His voice sounded hoarse in his own ears. “There was a wire on the ground.” He could feel it. Feel the electricity coursing through his body. “I tripped.” He was panting, desperately trying to get enough air. His muscles seized as a phantom charge raced through his body. “I… I… I-” He could feel Sam and Jazz wincing as he put too much pressure on their hands. He couldn’t make himself let go. He was dying. He was dying. The portal was opening in him and through him and he was dying and being remade over and over and over and over and over and over and over and-

Sudden hands on his face shocked him almost as much as the memory of the accident had. He looked in the brilliantly glowing green eyes of Jason Todd from where he knelt in front of the couch Danny was sitting on. Jason kept his hands pressed to Danny’s cheeks, forcing them to maintain eye contact. Danny could see a reflection in Jason’s eyes. Like recognizes like. Dead recognizes dead. Undead recognizes Undead. 

Jason gave a warble of a chirp, the noise sounding like it was physically painful for him to make, yet it still battered down the panic in Danny’s mind. He chirped back and Jason gave another broken sounding chirp. Danny understood now. Jason was liminal, probably even more than Jazz was. 

“I know it’s hard to talk about.” Jason said softly, but the others in the room could clearly still hear him. “You died?” Danny nodded. A wave of tension swept the room as the Bats collectively leaned forward, almost unconsciously, protective energy radiating off of all of them. “You came back different?” Danny nodded again. Different was an understatement. “You don’t have to go into more detail. I understand. We understand.”

Danny nodded a final time. Jason rose to his feet and rapidly glanced around at his family, his cheeks tinging red. Most of them gave him proud smiles, while a few had angry glares, not at him but at the whole conversation. Stephanie had a shit eating grin that promised she would be bringing up how soft Jason was for Danny later. He quickly returned to his seat with Cass immediately returning her feet to their place on his lap. Everyone in the room took a few more breaths to decompress before Danny hesitantly continued. 

“Are we not going to talk about the chirping?” Tim raised his hand to ask, interrupting before Danny could start talking. Several of the bats shot glares at him and Damian scoffed loudly. 

“Later.” Jazz dismissed with a wave of her hand. “We have more important things to talk about. Go ahead Danny.”

She gave Danny a nod and a smile and nervously continued. 

“A-after…” He swallowed nervously. Jazz leaned on him and Jason sent him a supportive nod. “After the portal was open, ghosts started pouring through. I was the only one who could stop them from causing problems or hurting someone.”

“Why were you the one who had to protect your city?” Bruce asked, his gaze piercing. 

Danny sighed and stood up, untangling himself from his friends and sister. Thanks to Alfred’s well cooked meals and his natural ectoplasm generation he was healing very quickly, and had enough power to complete his transformation, but this was still going to hurt. He allowed the rings of light to emerge from his torso, and separate to cover his body. When the light show faded he revealed himself as Phantom. 

He watched the surrounding Waynes reacting. The more stoic, like Bruce and Barbara leaned forward a bit, but otherwise held their reactions to a minimum. Most of the current and previous Robins reacted with obvious interest and curiosity though Damian tried to play it off. Jason looked stunned, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glowing green. Duke had his hands over his eyes, the shadows in the room flying to further shade his eyes. Danny winced, he hadn’t meant to hurt the meta with his transformation. 

“This is what it means to be a half ghost.” Danny said. Despite Sam and Jazz still holding onto his hands he floated a little above the couch, occasionally drifting through it. “I’m alive, but not. Dead, but not. The other ghosts call me a halfa, there aren’t very many of us around. This is why I’m the one who had to protect everyone in Amity. I could fight the ghosts that came through the portal.” 

Danny, with the help of Jazz, Tucker and Sam gave a brief history of their history with ghosts. The Bats didn’t need to know about every encounter so they just gave them the broad strokes. By mutual, silent agreement none of them mentioned Danielle, Vlad or Pariah Dark. Danny didn’t want the Bats to know he was technically the Ghost King or that there was other halfas around. He was still terrified of what Vlad would do if Danny revealed him. The various Bats asked a few clarifying questions, but mostly just listened. Tim had a computer in his hands and was rapidly typing as they spoke. 

Eventually they got to the matter of the other ghost hunters. Tension slowly filled the room as Danny hesitantly talked about the problem caused by the ghost hunters. How they treated ghosts as if they weren’t sentient. He tried to skate over what his parents had said and done, but Jazz, her eyes glowing green and her canines stretching into fangs, wouldn't let him. 

“When ghosts became real, Jack and Maddie thought they had struck gold.” She growled the words as she spoke. “They were always terrible scientists, they wouldn’t believe any evidence that didn’t support their biases, but they were, unfortunately, good engineers. The weapons and traps they made worked. Ever since the accident, Danny was never safe in his own home.” Her words started to layer over each other as her rage built. Danny tried to comfort her, but he knew she needed to say her piece. 

“They did everything they could to catch the ghosts. Especially Phantom. They blamed him for everything that happened. Danny would have to sit at the breakfast table and listen to them talk about how they wanted to tear Phantom apart molecule by molecule. Then they finally got a lucky shot on him. They took him to the lab under the house. They cut open my BROTHER!” 

Her last words were a shriek that trailed off into a heart broken wail. The lights flickered and one of the bulbs shattered as almost everyone else had to cover their ears. It wasn’t a full ghostly wail, if it was the Waynes would have to buy a new mansion, but it was still powerful and painful. Duke again had to cover his eyes from the light show the ectoplasm in Jazz’s body was putting off. 

When Jazz tapered off to pained sobs, the Waynes relaxed again, though grief and rage were clear on their faces.  Danny held Jazz tight as she cried. He relayed what happened next in a mechanical, toneless voice.

“They were certain they had finally caught the ghost who had caused so many problems for them. They thought Phantom had killed their son. So they fulfilled their promise. They tore me apart.” Jazz’s crying grew to another wail as he said that, though this one didn’t cause any power surges. “Eventually, Sam, Tucker and Jazz were able to distract my parents. We had just enough time to break free of the restraints. I left with the clothes on my back, the carving on my chest barely stapled closed and raced for Gotham. We knew Gotham was also a city with a lot of ambient ectoplasm so I knew I would be safe there. I don’t really know what happened in Amity after I left.” 

“Well, Sam and I booked it to her place.” Tucker said, explaining to the Bats and to Danny. “Her mom and dad paid a tonne for a bunch of security and we basically bunkered down until Spoiler and Orphan found us.” 

“Yeah, we were waiting for Jazz so we could head to Gotham to meet back up with you Danny, but she got… delayed.” Sam said, suddenly awkward. 

Danny looked between his friends and his sister, easily picking up on their tension. 

“What happened?” 

Jazz looked away, subconsciously pulling the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands to hide the bandages there. Tucker and Sam shifted against him, each trying to avoid making eye contact. The rest of the Bats also seemed uncomfortable about something. The temperature around them plummeted, until everyone's breath could be seen. 

“Jazz, what happened?” Danny asked, the words cracking out of him like breaking ice. 

Cass spun on Stephanie’s lap until she was facing Jazz head on. She signed to Jazz, her face calm and compassionate. Danny couldn’t understand sign language perfectly, but there were ghosts who couldn’t speak so he had learned some signs along with his sister and Sam. 

“Tell me what? Jazz. Tucker, Sam. What do you need to tell me?” He asked again, far more forcibly now. 

Jazz sighed and put her head in her hands. Then she pushed the sleeves of her jumper all the way up past her elbows. Danny could see multiple bandages from her fingertips to her arms. There were bruises from needles on the inside of her elbows. These were injuries he recognized. He had many of the same bruises and cuts from his first week under his parent’s tender care. 

“They hurt you?” He whispered hoarsely. 

“Well they thought you were a ghost who had killed their son.” Jazz said. “They thought I was possessed. That’s the only reason I would want to help a ghost right? And when they took samples and saw I was contaminated with ectoplasm, well, they drew their own conclusions. Then they kept taking samples, and being none too gentle while they did so. Anything to get the ghost to leave me. After all, why would a ghost stick around in a damaged host?” 

Jazz gave him a sardonic smile, which rapidly fell from her face as she looked at him. 

“They hurt you?” Danny asked again, the words screeching together like fine china in a tumble dryer. “They HURT YOU!”

Danny felt himself grow as ectoplasm poured off of him. The entire room shuddered and quaked as ice spread out from his body. He knew his body was becoming more and more inhuman. Massive. Covered in tentacles and frozen armor. Vast stars and galaxies appeared and were consumed by too many mouths as too many eyes opened and glared. Portals to the ghost zone tore open around him and a shaking scream was building up in him. The desire to rend and tear, to fight and break, to protect filled him like a rising tide. His sister had been hurt and he would protect her. Protect her. Protect. Protect. PROTECT. PROTECT!

A blinding flash drew a scream of pain from him and he shrank down to almost normal size and appearance as he tried to cover his eyes. Another knocked him flat on his back, somehow still making it through his fingers and closed eyelids to blind him further. 

“Daniel, your family is safe here in the manor.” A stern voice said. He could barely tell that it belonged to Bruce though it sounded more like his Batman voice through the pain in his eyes and head. “They are safe. You are safe. You can protect them best by protecting them here.” 

Danny shook his head to clear the lingering starbursts from his vision. He looked up at Bruce, his eyes wide. Jazz was hugging an entire arm to her body as she held him as tightly as she could with Tucker and Sam holding his other arm and rubbing his back respectively. The other bats stood around the room in a variety of defensive postures, except for Duke who had his hand outstretched and a small sparkle of light floating above his hand. 

He let his body become a little more inhuman, shifting into a longer and almost serpent like form. He ignored the Bats tensing as he curled around Jazz and his friends. He held all three of them as tightly as he could. He smiled up at the Waynes and they relaxed. Duke leaned forward, looking a little sheepish. 

“Sorry about hitting you with that flashbang, it seemed the best way to break your focus.” He said. Danny gave him a wry grin. 

“Hey it worked, so I can’t complain.” Danny said. 

Jazz tried to pull herself out from Danny’s coiling hug fruitlessly for a few seconds before giving up and addressing Bruce and the rest of the room from within the hug. 

“Mr. Wayne, I hope I’m not too forward in asking if you wouldn’t mind hosting Danny, Sam and Tucker for a little while.” Jazz said. “I have some savings so I can pay for their care until we can get our current crisis settled and I’m able to get a job and can get a place for all of us to stay. A stable home life is important for them.” 

Bruce gave her a small smile as he extended a hand to her. Danny reluctantly released her from his hug and allowed a pair of glowing rings to return him to appearing fully human. Sam and Tucker still kept a light hold of him even as they stepped back to give him a little room. Bruce gestured to the entire room when he spoke next. 

“I’m sure I speak for my entire family in saying all four of you are welcome to stay in Wayne Manor for as long as you wish, forever if you like. And there will be no more discussion of repayment. I can afford a few more mouths to feed. After all, a stable home life is important for you as well. So what do you say, would you like to call our home yours?”

“Yes, I think we would.” Danny declared from behind Jazz, and she hesitantly nodded as well. 

Behind Bruce’s back the rest of the Waynes seemed pretty happy they were staying. Alfred departed immediately to finish getting their rooms ready. Damian rolled his eyes, but he had a small smile on his face. Jason and Duke looked happy they were staying, though they both looked curious as well. Danny was certain they had questions about his abilities that he would have to get to eventually. Dick, Steph and Tim chattered happily about different things, showing them how to perform on a trapeze, adding them to the family group chat, and getting them added to the Manor’s security respectively. Barbara just sat there with a happy smile on her face as she talked to Jazz. Danny met Cass’s eyes and she gave him a thousand watt smile and signed two words he recognized. “Little Brother.” It was good to be home.

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okay so,, this might sorta end up being a long list?? and im really sorry if its something youve already done or its already on the to-do list (im dyslexic and unfortunately couldnt be bothered to read the whole thing :() and youre also obviously not obligated to do them All At Once or even do them at all i just. dont wanna send these all in separate asks,, sorry aaa

a drinking from a baby bottle emote with light pink, light blue, and light yellow cap variants?

baby bottle emotes that have the text “bottle empty,” “bottle full,” and “want bottle”? (if you can manage with the same colors as above?)

pacifier emotes with those colors? both like. paci in mouth and pacis on their own (maybe with “want paci” for the latter)

the hoodie stims but with like. a black/dark gray winter coat with a fluffy white hood?

clapping hand stims?

maybe some biting emotes? could be biting people, blankets, stuffies,, im not totally sure a lot of us are just Bitey people we like biting things

a like. nuzzle emoji? like rubbing your face against someone. maybe with puppy ear variants?

puppy kisses (licking) if that isnt too weird?

/neg stim emotes that are like. head hitting, chest hitting, crossing arms and gripping them, hitting a pillow?

crying into a stuffie? specifically a gray wolf stuffie with a white belly/underside/legs and brown muzzle also w a white underside if u can (hyperspecific i know but its our favorite plush,, its a wild republic wolf plushie if that helps)

giving a plushie a forehead kiss? again specifically the above if u can

emote of someone trying to eat a crayon? our littles do that a lot and i think they would love an emoji for that

flower crown emotes? w blue flowers but u can do variants if u like

purple octopus tentacle stims? where like. the lower half of the body is replaced by tentacles

hugging a heart plushie? maybe w color variants if u can

puppyperson chewing on things they shouldnt maybe? just the face w puppy ears specifically. could be phones, paper, pencils, just. whatever bc our dog hybrid folks like to put things that they absolutely Should Not in their mouths

idk if this is weird but emojis to indicate being blind, deaf, etc? im not sure how to describe it but yeah

wheelchair emote(s)?

velociraptor tail stims? i know u dont do character reqs but if u could do one based on blue from jw thatd be awesome!! obvs not forcing u,,

maybe a person surrounded by stuffies, blankets, pillows, etc? with and without the word “nesting” underneath if possible ^^

again i am sososo sorry for how long this list is, we just have a lot of difficulty finding emotes like this and we adore your style and how much variation ur emojis have ^^" if u dont know how to do some of these, dont feel comfortable, or dont want to, you obviously do not have to. im super sorry if this bothers you at all, id hate to do that,, thank you either way!!!

- 💗🎶

like i did with a previous very long request, i’ll be queueing all the emotes i made for this separately!!

i do already have a biting someone emote here (link) and a "puppy kisses" or licking emote here (link)!!

also, i did not make a wheelchair emoji YET because i need to practice drawing wheelchairs more before i put out an emote that i won’t be satisfied with and that could possibly be inaccurate. i WILL be making them, just at a later date!

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Can i have either 'Y' or 'O' ?

so I only did Y cuz this post got realllllllly long

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

from THIS prompt list

Martin:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Just...noise. Their partner chewing loudly/ with their mouth open, talking way too loudly, and picking their nose. Also, their partner queue jumping.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

He snores really loudly and he gets up a lot of times during the night: first he might wanna get a midnight snack, then drink some water, then go to the toilet, then go open the window 'cause it's hot, and the list goes on. Yes, all that in one night.

Those endearing moments where you catch your partner sleeping and they just look so cute? Yeah, never happening with Martin, he's either up or snoring. He also sometimes uses words the wrong way 'cause English isn't his first language.

Demetra:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Just, anything that makes her feel like her presence is unappreciated. Cancelling on her the last minute when she had a whole date planned.

When she's talking about something important and her partner keeps interrupting her and not letting her speak.Her partner starting an argument in public or while they're in front of people they know.

Her s/o being on their phone when they're alone with each other. Also her partner leaving her messages on read without even reacting with a heart. (poor dem)

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

She texts like she talks: let's say she needs to say a lot via text, instead of writing one big paragraph, she'll end up sending 10 different text bubbles.

Dem 🫶

"okay" "so like" "the craziest thing just happened" "anyways i'll tell you when you get home" "cus I dont wna annoy you w too many messages"

Narrator: watch her send a myriad of messages

Dem 🫶

"are you not gna ask what it is?" ":(" "i miss you"

And then when her s/o asks her what it was, what will happen is:

Exhibit A:

"Oh I have no idea, I don't remember. Must have been something dumb."

Exhibit B:

"Oh no nevermind it was really dumb." / She grins, "I lied, just wanted to get your attention"

Exhibit C:

"Oh yeah! Let me tell you." and it's something really dumb.

Evander:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

His partner's glasses falling off their nose and them pushing them up by the middle like an anime character. His partner taking his food from his plate without asking. Seeing someone's snus on their gums while they are speaking.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

They're lazy, and it's more of a lifestyle than a habit. He also makes a lot of useless group chats for everything, him and his friends are going to the cinema next Friday?

" '🔥🎥🎥 CINEMA NIGHT GANG 🔥🔥💯💯' was created by 'california's biggest babe (evander) ❤︎'. "

(he's never been in california)

At this point they'll do it on purpose to annoy people. Evander and MC going on a date?

"You've been added to '😈🤓 DATE NIGHT BABES🍆💞' "

"You've been added to 'oops I did it again ⚽️↗↘💥🥅 I scored a cutie.'"

Harley:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Harley loves to just sit and talk with people, especially her lover. So her pet peeve would be when she wants to talk but it becomes a monologue 'cause her partner just stares at her and answers with monosyllables.

When Harley and her partner have planned to do an activity, and her partner keeps saying they're about to go get dressed so they can go, but it's been 3 hours and they still haven't done that.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

She's an early bird. Say her s/o accidentally wakes up at 7:00 am, they'll find that Harley has already left, made coffee, left a a cute note saying

"brb!!! wanted to go on a run! I love you!!"

and bought groceries. They'll fall back asleep and wake up an hour later and Harley would have come home, wrote a song about how cute her partner is when they sleep, and bought them a bouquet with their favourite flowers.

Basically lazy mornings together are non existent with her and she'll prolly accidentally wake her partner up like 3 times in a morning.

Echo:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

When her s/o folds a page on a book instead of using a bookmark, or when they doodle on her textbook with a pen when she'd planned on selling it afterwards.

Also the phrases "Are you angry?" and "Why are you so quiet?" when she's just existing.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

Echo will stay up the whole night playing a video game, watching a series or reading a book, their partner will go to sleep and wake up to find her in the same position. There comes the question: has she slept at all?

The answer is no.

She'll even try really really hard to convince her s/o to stay up with her so they can be together.

Echo will also literally terrorise her partner, she loves sneaking up on people and she's such a try-hard about it. She won't just sneak up on people, no; she'll even use her abyss powers to teleport behind her s/o and scare them.

Dominic:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Bad hygiene, especially bad breath/ yellow teeth. Bad communication, like his s/o giving him the cold shoulder after they had a disagreement.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

He's a workaholic, if he can work on a book he's writing, research a specific type of affinity, or read a book about magic theory, he will. This man doesn't know how to relax, his partner will have to force him to sit down and chill together.

He is also probably addicted to playing chess on his phone, if he isn't working or spending time with his partner, he's on the chess.com app. Specifically, the 3 minute long matches, which he'll lose anyways 'cause he forgets he only has 3 minutes and he'll spend an eternity before making any move.

All this 'cause he watched one (!) episode of The Queen's Gambit (didn't have the time to watch the rest, he says).

[wing-ed-thing]

SO

i messed up my sleep schedule so hard that i had to sleep for about a whole week to recover. it was so bad the hours i was operating would have astounded you.

I am recharging the queue! what does this mean? I'm writing and not posting. This is so that when i resume posting daily, i have a cushion to keep up that pace.

feel free to keep sending requests. i usually give them a release date, but with the queue empty I can't do that, so all accepted requests will appear in the WIP list.

Date assignments will happen later like a little premiere idk.

This will happen with all future queue recharges. On my masterlist, I keep statuses updated of how frequently i post, what post is coming next, the statuses of inbox messages, and the statuses of WIPs so I don't have to make redundant announcements anymore!

In the meantime, I will be shamelessly promoting my own works through reblogs. As I should.

When in doubt, please check the WIP list.

OH I'M STILL HERE THOUGH SO YOU CAN STILL INTERACT WITH ME AND ALL THAT GOOD BS

[boliv-jenta]

You Say Hate But I Think You Mean The Other Thing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Warnings: smut. Full warnings under the cut.

Slight Dub Con vibes. Dave treats reader like his property. Male masturbation. Female masturbation. Tit job. Dirty talk. Sexting. A little F/F. F!receiving oral. Cum eating.

Five weeks. Five weeks of avoiding Dave. Five weeks of dealing with unanswered questions. Why did he leave his wife? His girls meant everything to him. He would have put up with Carol until the end of time for them.

Your phone vibrated, another text from a number marked as unknown but you knew exactly who it was.

You're pissing me off. God knows what I'll do to you when I find you.

You sent back a simple reply.

IF you find me.

While you were there you skimmed his other texts. Some teasing. Some threatening. There were a few pictures in there too. One of his cock, hard, red and glistening with pre come. With the words 'See what you fucking do to me.'

Then there was one of him holding his hard cock while a fresh load glistened on his stomach. "I need somewhere to dump all this cum."

The last one was a gif sent yesterday. A gif of his cock pumping in and out of some random pussy. He'd sent you a whole video too. Of her sucking his dick, his hands squeezing her tits, his thumb on her clit as he fucked her. You had to admit he had great taste in woman, she was gorgeous. Her breathy moans in her accented English, helped you cum around your vibrator as you tried to take the edge off. Dave was not going to win. You weren't just going to go running to him because he divorced his wife.

The gif played over and over as you pumped three fingers in your wanting hole. You came with a cry of his name.

A few days later a package arrived at the hotel your were at. You recognised the hand writing immediately. Looking around the foyer, you scanned for any sign of Dave. Your heart drumming in your chest as you did so.

It didn't let up until your were safe in your room. Opening the plain brown wrapping you found a vibrator. The brand you prefered, the one than had been wedged between your legs more times than you could count lately, but a new model. A note inside read 'I though you might have worn the old one out.'

Still in a heighten state of anxiety, the vibration of your phone made you jump. It was from him, am audio file attatched this time. Pressing play you heard a familiar buzzing then an even more familiar moan finished with a cry of 'Dave'. He'd been listening as you got off to his video.

You didn't know how to feel about that. Scared? Aroused? Violated? Thing with Dave were always intense this was the first time he made you feel uneasy. Not one part of you was okay with letting it lie.

The bar was quite the only sound came from the hurried conversation of hopeful speed daters. The ping of a little bell at the end of each round followed by the squeaking of chairs and shuffling of feet.

"First time at one of these things?" You made polite conversation when the woman you were watching finally approached the bar.

"Yeah. I haven't dated since high school. I'm recently divorce." She told you easily.

"I'm not surprised." She just blinked at you in confusion.

"Sorry I meant about the not dating since high school. Not the divorce thing. I'm guessing you married your high school sweetheart? I'm not surprised, you're beautiful. You probably had guys queueing up in high school." A deep blush settled on her cheeks. "Sorry. That was...Can we start again. I'm Melissa. Same as you, married young."

She relaxed at your awkwardness. "Hi Melissa. I'm Carol." When she shook your hand, you made sure to linger for a second. "I thought I was ready to get back out there. Try new things. Turns out speed dating is a little too fast for me. And these guys...."

You pulled a face and she giggled into her drink. "Do you want to finish our drinks over there?"

Three more drinks were finished. As you told her the tale of your divorce and she confessed hers. "....I was just afraid that the kids could tell. I tried to act like the love was still there. My husband, ex-husband, is a great guy, he travels a lot for work so it wasn't too hard to fake it for the girls. It was just when it came to the quite moments alone, there wasn't anything there for me. Even the sex..." She straightened at the realisation of what she had said, when you didn't flinch she carried on. "...he always took good care of me but there was no connection there. I missed making love." Downing the last of her drink she looked at you timidly. "Plus I wanted to try some wilder stuff." Her hand came to rest on yours. And that is how you came to be in possession of an video of your tongue buried in Dave's ex-wife's cunt.

The alcohol had made her bold so you figured why not. The way she reacted when you kissed her, you were almost sorry she didn't get Dave's A game. Carol didn't come to play. Her tongue rolled against yours as her hands gripped your waist. Taking her to the bathroom you got her to hope up on the sink before giving her a little something to ease your very slight guilt at screwing her husband for two years. It was actually her idea to film it. Which your phone instantly snatched from hers. She thanked you for the new experience and happily went on her way. She didn't even ask for your number. Your pussy eating game was flawless so you knew it wasn't you. Maybe Carol just wanted to hit and quit now. Good for her.

Between a few more drinks at the bar, a session of breaking in your new toy and passing out in your hotel room, you managed to send the video to Dave.

A fact that you weren't aware of until you woke up with something heavy between your legs. Coming to, you clenched around it. Jesus, had you really passed out with the toy inside you?

"Wake up, Princess." Dave's voice was like a bucket of cold water on your drunken head.

A scream of pure shock was muffled by Dave's hand clamping down on your mouth. "Shhh. There plenty of time for screaming later." He shoved the toy inside you so sharply it almost hurt. Almost. As it was it just made you see stars.

"Did you think you could shove your tongue in my ex-wife and I wouldn't punish you?" You gulped around nothing as your muscles clenched around the toy.

"Not only have you been withholding this pussy." He slammed the toy in again. "My pussy from me. You decided to tease me with eating out my ex-wife." The toy was almost uncomfortably deep now. It made your toes curl. Your fingernails drew blood from where you were gripping Dave's bare forearm as he still cover your mouth.

"You think I'd give you my cock after that little stunt? I'm gonna fuck you with this cheap bit of plastic." He plunged the vibrator in and out of you like he was unclogging a drain. It shouldn't have worked for you but the sheer force of it did. You came, moaning against his hand. "That's how fucking good I am. Even with a fake cock. I want you to remember that. Remember your place. Remember who you belong to. What I can give you. What I can take from you."

The whizz of leather on cloth sounded as he took of his belt. Finally removing his hand you gasped a breath but didn't dare to speak. Dave lifted your knees up and placed the belt underneath them. Putting the vibrator on its highest setting he shoved it back in, this time he pressed the ears to your clit as well. He'd barely moved his hand away and you came.

"So fucking sensitive." He wrapped the belt around your legs and fastened it tight. "I don't want that falling out."

He undressed as you lay there taking every sensation to the point of overstimulation. Tears streamed from your eyes by the time he straddled your stomach before spitting on your tits.

"Gonna cover you in my cum. " He panted as he slipped his cock between your tits. He held them tightly together creating a warm valley for him to use. His thumbs circled your nipples as he thrust his shaft between your breasts the red tip of it sliding out toward you.

"Tongue out." When you weren't quick enough to respond he slapped you across the face. Another orgasm drained out of you.

Lifting your head you complied with his wishes. Tilting you neck down, you managed to lick the tip whenever it got close. "My pussy. My ass. My tits. " Dave shouted as he got closer to coming. "Mouth open." Again you weren't quick enough. Again another slap.

When you opened your mouth Dave's movements sped up. "My mouth. My tongue. Oh my fucking god! Fuck. Take it." His cum shot out right up your chest, over your chin, your mouth, your tongue. Dave chased it with his own tongue. Collecting it before dumping it into your mouth and gripping your jaw. "Swallow."

You did readily.

"Good girl." He wiped the tears from your cheeks gently. Bending down he released your knees and pulled out the rabbit with a squelch. "Good fucking girl." He marvelled at the slick soaked silicone.

Between your hangover and the half a dozen orgasms all you could do was lay there. You body heavy on the bed. Dave went to the ensuite you could hear him taking a piss. He must be getting ready to head out. To your surprise he returned with an ice bucket of hot water and a wash cloth. His tongue skimmed the skin of your chest, tasting himself as well as the salt of your sweat. He licked and kissed every inch of skin before languidly cleaning between your legs with his tongue. He moaned against your folds as he lazily fucked his fist. With the water now cooler he cleaned you off. Finally, he tucked you in, pressed a kiss to you temple then left.

[dunefandomevents]

Dune Mini Bang

Artist Sign Ups open in 2 weeks!

Artist Sign Up / Art Claims - July 1st - until all stories are claimed Check In 2 - July 14th Rough Draft Due - Aug 18th Posting Claims  - Aug 18th - Aug 25th Posting Schedule Announced - Aug 26th Final Drafts/Art Due - Aug 31st Posting Starts - Sept 3rd

GENERAL FAQ

What is the Dune Mini Bang? A Mini Bang (or Big Bang) is a collaboration between writers and artists who work together to produce fandom-inspired content, in this case Dune, and share it with the world. A writer and an artist are paired up, the writer well writes and the artist will create some form of visual content to go along with their story. The work is then posted together on a selected date at the end of the writing period.

Where can I post my fics/art? Stories and art can be posted to your own personal journal, Tumblr, ff-net, AO3, or wherever you like. For those of you with AO3 accounts, we will set up a collection that will go live on the day of the posting. If you don’t currently have an AO3 account but would like one, you can contact the mods for an invitation code to see if they have any available. You can also add yourself to the AO3 Invites Request queue.

For posting on other social media platforms, such as tumblr or twitter, please tag duneminibang2023 and @dunefandomevents , spread the word!

When do I start posting? We will open the posting date claims ahead of the close date. How many days it will be spread out will depend on how many writers we have signed up. If your story is multi-chaptered it does not need to be posted all at once, you should start posting chapters early so the story can be listed as completed by your posting date. You will be able to select a preference for where in the queue you are but ultimately your posting date will be selected by the moderation team.

What platform are these being advertised/posted on? AO3 will host the main archive collection - The collection will be created and ready to go for the Sept 3rd posting start date. Tumblr - Used for advertising signups and after posting starts we will cross post all stories to a masterlist. Twitter - Used for advertising signups and after posting starts we will be cross posting -  Linking AO3 collection / Tumblr masterpost. Reddit - Will be used for advertising signups.

What if I have issues or concerns with my artist/author? Sometimes authors and artists do not get along and this may cause problems with working together. If this happens to be the case with you, please email or contact the mods on Discord and we will try to do what we can so that everyone has a chance to have fun!

If you have not heard from your author/artist in some time after trying to contact them, you can reach out to us via email/discord and we will try to get in touch with them for you.

Extensions? I am pretty attached to the idea of starting posting on the anniversary of the Dune Premiere at the Venice Film Festival on Sept 3rd but if you really really need one please email the mods as soon as possible. One easy option would be to select one of the later posting dates but if that doesn't work we may allow a few extra days.

Can I drop out? We have high hopes that everybody who signs up can actually finish the round and share in the joy of the reveal with us, but real life can unfortunately get in the way and we completely understand! If you feel like you just cannot finish in time and no amount of assistance from us can help you, just let us know by asap! Ideally we would wish to know before artist claims have opened.

Is it possible to be banned? Yes it is. The following events will result in being removed from the event and a one event ban on next year; Lying about your age in order to gain access to the 18+ content Hate on another participant for their ship/character/content - we are allowing ALL content for the mini bang. Hate on another participant for any reason really Failure to meet the event requirements

ARTIST FAQ

Minimum/Maximum requirements for art? There is no strict minimum, but we do ask artists to remember that the authors are writing a minimum of 5,000 words and your artwork should reflect that. You can do anything you like, including banners, wallpapers, icons, mixes, vids, gif sets, picspams, etc. Suggested guidelines for art are 500x500px (or equivalent of smaller pieces like banner + spacers, cover + icons, etc.) for traditional art, digital art, and manips around 3 - 5hrs; 2 minutes for vids; 10 songs + cover art for mixes; and 6 images for gif sets and picspams. We also ask that when you are in contact with the author, you work with them to see if there is anything specific they would like (i.e. a wallpaper, book cover, etc.). The art is your work, but having ideas doesn’t hurt!

At this time we will NOT be allowing AI Art. There are a lot of reasons for this. If you have questions please send a mod a message!

What are art claims? Artists sign-ups and art claims are the same thing; we use one form for both things, and that way the artists don’t sign up for an event they may not end up participating in. Writers will have submitted 2 short excerpts from their story for artists to read and get a feel for the work. It is based on a 'first come, first served’ and artists may choose up to three potential stories (in case their first choice is unavailable). If there are more stories than artists, there will be a second round of claims wherein artists may choose a second story to work with. And on until all stories are claimed for art.

If a fic up for claiming is rated explicit (R, NC-17, etc.), please only claim the story if you are over 18 years of age. Some authors may be uncomfortable working with underage artists on explicit works. We do not verify ages in any way for the bang, so this is solely on the honor system. Artists are encouraged to join the discord server and follow along with everyone a head of the artist claims being opened.