#and was excited to give you a snippet >:]

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @beefcakekinard ❤ thank you (and thank you to everyone who's been tagging me, I've been terrible at those lately lol)

a lil late but anyway lol

so, I've officially started rewriting my alive shannon fic and I'm so excited. I don't have a lot yet (bc I really need to rewatch 2x18 before I continue bc that's where the fic starts lol) but I've been so tempted to share anything from it so here's a bit of a flashback where eddie's been chickening out when he had opportunities to make the first move so she decided to take matters into her own hands lol😊

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So one day before classes started, she marched right up to Eddie's locker, where he stood surrounded by his friends. They were laughing and joking and being obnoxiously loud, like boys are, and she walked right in between them all to stand in front of Eddie and smiled sweetly. He looked at her with wide eyes and she swore he was holding his breath.

"Uh-" he started to say something, but she cut him off before he could.

"So, the school dance next Saturday. Are you taking me or not, Diaz?" Shannon asked, her hand on her hip, heart beating loudly, acting more confident than she felt.

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no pressure tags:

@dr-shortsighted-owl @xjeanmoreaux @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @pirrusstuff @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @diazheartsbuckley @giddyupbuck @thewolvesof1998 @underwaterninja13 @your-catfish-friend @beyourownanchor6 @weewootruck @kirkaut @quillvice @wildfluorescent @bucked-it-up @theotherbuckley @drcloyd @girlwonder-writes @dadbodbucky @loullaby @aringofsalt @actuallyitsellie @hippolotamus @diazsdimples @hyperfocusthusly @champagnetommy @cornerofspace @tommybuckleys @michaelormewood @evansbuck-ley @tommykinard @loucifersbitch @donevanrockley and anyone who wants to idk <3

[sixlane]

midweek snippet

thanks for the tag @orbitfalls <3

here's some more rosier twins.

“Not good,” Pandora says, looking up at her mother, who is still looking at Evan with a mixture of worry and something else. Something that says she’s been here before. Familiarity. Understanding. Their mother gives the smallest shake of her head, then pulls her hand from Pandora’s to rest it on her daughter’s shoulder. “Some towels, please, Pandora. And a large bowl of water. Hurry.” She guides her daughter to the door, then closes it behind her, leaving Pandora alone in the hallway.  Pandora stares at the closed door like she’s attempting to look through it, to find her brother amidst the darkness surrounding her. She has never felt like this before, and thus cannot find a word to explain it. He is somewhere she is not.

tagging @veryinnovative @ecstarry @malchai @honeybcj @moon-seas @carniferous @static-radio-ao3 @rottin6

[tornadeoqueen]

🎲 this ain’t my first rodeo, Kelsea baby! (Rodeo part 2 plz)

I’m not even gonna roll the dice because I literally wrote this line for you @hangmanbradshaw xoxo

Looking down at the Seresin proudly engraved across its front, the selfish beast took over. If he’d lost him, he wanted a souvenir, something more tangible than the marks left on his hips and thighs (oh lord).

[mappingthesky]

hello <3 i am most intrigued by the title of jupiter beach <3 care 2 share.......? also i love u <3

hi my love <3 in honor of this fic & headgleeksana’s spectacular beta reading, here’s a teaser from my upcoming chaptered fic - Jupiter Beach <3

“You never did tell us the other day,” Xunami elbows her. “What you think about her. Jane.”

Nymphia thinks for a long moment, twirls the straw in her drink. For whatever reason, she’s been coy about this particular character study. It’s hardly the first time she’s zeroed in on a particular guest, tried to figure them out and created rich fantasies to fill in the blanks. Still, there’s something perplexing about Jane. She shouldn’t be nearly as interesting as she is, someone who is so obviously in one pocket of the world, but there’s something slightly amiss about her. She’s caught glimpses of it over the last three weeks - that something that’s bent out of shape inside of Jane - but every time she’s thought she’s close to identifying it, Jane snaps back into place. Straightens up, sips her wine, says something sardonic at the dinner table. And then it's gone again.

Nymphia has come back to the same scene again and again: Jane in the darkness at the end of the dock, smoke streaming from her mouth, head tilted up towards the sky. Every time Xunami and Dawn mull over it, Nymphia wonders why they don’t see it - that happy girls, even the ones who drive red convertibles and sip champagne and throw money around like it’ll never run out - don’t stare at the sky like Jane does.

Right then and there, Nymphia draws a conclusion. “I think there’s something sad about her.”

“Sad?” Xunami knits her brows together, confused.

“Yeah,” Nymphia nods. “All alone every night, even though she’s got all that family at home. Out at the pier, even though she’s staying at the nicest spot in town...” She looks up for reassurance, finds Mirage chewing at the inside of her cheek. “Don’t you think it's weird?”

Xunami scoffs. “What does a girl like that have to be sad about?”

[flyingwargle]

snippet from origami hearts! i'm 70% finished 💪 still aiming for publication in december!

“what if ‘tsumu was right?” osamu mumbles.

“he isn’t.”

“but he–“

“you’re allowed to want things for yourself, osamu. you can have this. he’ll just have to accept it.”

that stirs the remnants of fear in his stomach, brings tears back to his eyes. what if what i want destroys us? he can’t fathom life without atsumu, his connection, his support. for all that he’s wished to have eaten him in the womb, to have been born an only child, never once did he mean it, always took back as a joke, with a laugh.

atsumu, though, didn’t take his words back.

he sniffles through his tears, and suna draws him close. osamu closes his eyes, falls into his warmth, carried away by the steady heartbeat that’s simultaneous with his own.

[strawbubbysugar]

Ok the way the universe works in the au for So(u)l is in this snippet from chapter 3, enjoy!!

CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS HERE

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Soulmates. Sun was programmed to answer questions about this- in fact, he’d been doing his own research. Well, moon had. In spite of the heavily child proofed search engines in the computers around the ‘plex, moon had been able to figure out a few things.

One, every person had at least one soulmate, barring any outliers.

Two, these soulmates didn’t need to be romantic. They could be friendships, familial, something called ‘queer platonic’.. but the majority of them trended towards romance.

Three, you had to be fully conscious to have a soulmate. This meant that your brain had to be fully developed. Thankfully, this allowed people to grow and become themselves without becoming horribly symbiotic with their person or people at a young age. It also meant no 16 year old lovebirds running off in the middle of the night when their parents wouldn’t let them stay out past curfew because the power of love was all they needed.

It was usually around their mid 20’s that people began seeing signs, the most common first sign being the first words you’d ever say to each other being marked on your forearm. The second most common one was a string- though it tended to only begin appearing in situations where the couple were likely to miss one another in a crowd, or a large area.

Usually, these first signs were enough. Fate had a very nice way of working itself out, allowing people to meet one another without even realizing at first that they were fated.

If this didn’t work, however, the universe got a bit more creative. Moon read accounts of increasingly rare signs. Everything from seeing the things your person wrote on themselves on your own body, to more drastic and horrifying ones like damage to your body being matched on your person’s. It seemed like the signs got more and more difficult to ignore the longer it took the people to connect- the connection seeming to be confirmed when all parties involved realized that the other was their fated.

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[angeart]

Can I convince you and link to ramble about the 'ribbon incident' you mentioned with the mimic? If I ask super nice? because its all so good and lives in my head rent free ❤️🎀

mhmmm listen, we're soooo easily swayed. it's so so very easy to make us hyped and want to spill everything. bUT, in this case, this is going to have to wait.

me and link are actually trying to make that scene into sort of a fic / oneshot / something? but things are a bit hectic these days so it might take some time still. but!!! you'll get the ribbon scene (and the immediate aftermath of it) once we're done, i promise!! (i'd say i can tag you once we're done but- you're anonymous so i can't, aw)

the fic will be posted to ao3 but also linked on our tumblrs, so look out for it <3

spoiler alert, there will be a fight, tree climbing, threats of war, and talks of nest-building. and a ribbon or two.

edit: link also made a wonderful art to go with it, it'll be great i promise!

[crossbackpoke-check]

nosy anon again making a return because i think what my brain did was read that i helped find some kind of writing and then did not fully process what the writing was?? but upon rereading i am very intrigued if you ever get the urge to share i will be all eyes/ears/senses required to enjoy things!!

I GET TO DO WIP WEDNESDAYYYYYY!!! the writing exists mostly in the form of a tag (fantastic! 'verse) and also a thirty-two page doc of snippets and planning, so the sense you will be using most is imagination:

don't think i have ever actually formally written out anything about fantastic! 'verse but! the tl;dr of it is that it's a semi-college au: joel is still a hockey player for the lv phantoms, but morgan is a college student-athlete. it's incredibly relevant to the plot that joel falls in love with morgan in the check-out line of a wegman's, lies a little bit, and ends up going back to get his degree.

most of it is just good fun about college kids growing up, but i think there's a lot of parallels between making your way through a development system where traditional "success" isn't always guaranteed (ahl -> nhl, completion of higher education -> pursuit of a career) because that development system isn't always designed for you to "succeed" or have opportunities. heavy quotation marks around success because part of that struggle is learning what you want in life and how you define success. are your dreams achievable? are they still the same dreams you always used to have? it's infinite branching universes of would you still love me if i was a worm (ahl player forever) (a college dropout) (a college graduate) (older) (realizing the fallibility of your body) (uncertain of the future) (human).

silly little snippet:

[thetarttfuldickhead]

🌹 :)

Greetings dear heart, and lots of love for indulging me!

“All right, come on.” Jamie doesn’t get up. “What now?” Plaintantive. “You’re getting your hug, then you can take a shower while I make us some fucking dinner.” “I was joking about that. Just being a dick.” “Yes, you were but no, you weren’t. Come here.”

[millenniumringg]

I see you’re working on a “Cornered” sequel! Will this sequel be following the official good ending or Bakura’s “good” ending?

(Also totally not me asking that if it’s a continuation of Bakura’s ending to include something like this

Ryou: Wha-, why are you here Hid-no, Bakura?!

Bakura: *gesturing at self with knife* I’m here to fight to save our marriage, something you *gestures at Ryou* seem all too willing to forget!)

Indeed I am >:] but Cornered 2 (title pending) is going to be following the official Cornered ending… We’re going to get a closer look Malik and Ryou as well as one new character I will not name drop just yet >:]

Since you asked I will share a snippet of something that will be in Cornered 2. No context. Because I’m evil mwahahahahaha (ok maybe one context: “Asim” is TKB. that was the name I chose for him <333 “Asim Bakari” … Please read into the name he is so important to me and to cornered 2 NDJSND)

Ok ok here’s the snippet

As for “Bakura’s good ending,” … that ending will probably never really “end” because I like adding on to it too much NXJSBDJS the ficlets in the “behind the scenes” (I have no idea why I called it that) are just ramblings that come to my mind and are just for fun and maximum pain EHHEEH but, of course, I will be posting more of those soon… just have to dig them out of my cornered archives, haha

[kenzie-ann27]

Where are you posting your fic? I’m so fucking stoked to read it based on your posts, snippets, etc ☺️

oh, thank you so much! I'm glad to know people are excited for it, it's been a lot of fun writing this one! it's my first fic that I've written for succession and it's my first fic since 2020, and it's been a ton of fun getting back into it. I've been reading through tons and tons of posts on twitter and here trying to gather as many headcanons as possible so I can make as many people as happy as I can. like, I'll see someone say they love seeing stewy's full name in fics, so I'll go ahead and add that. I'll see someone say they stewy being manipulative and not really a caretaker, so I'm adding that. like I really love how messy and weird and awkward this is becoming, and I credit a lot of it to the people I follow and the posts I see since I wouldn't have come up with it all on my own.

it'll be on ao3 when I finish it and I'll be sure to link it here when it's posted and I'll try my best to tag it well, I'm not the best at tagging on ao3. I will be looking for beta readers to go through my draft when I'm done as well, and I hope to have it done this weekend? strong emphasis on hope, but I am forcing myself to work on it a lot!

[tripleaaaster]

/POS

AUGHHH YOU DREW THEM SO SLAY AND CREEPY IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE

Indulgent fanart of @tripleaaaster's silly, the Reader! Stargazer's vibes are just immaculate and I adore them.. plus I do love toxic queers.

Just the angst potential with them and UFO!Starlo.. he would be so upset if he knew he wasn't 'entertaining' enough to be stayed with. I'm partly tempted to draw his thought process on that and the probable meltdown and lashing out after. AKA him probably challenging OG Starlo to a deadly duel to 'fight' for the Reader out of resentment and a desire to hold power over people he perceives as better than him. And him probably beating the hell out of OG Starlo who doesn't take this as a serious threat at first. (Which means him using his beloved rifle as a bat after he runs out of bullets. Bro's really mad. Someone has to like. Scruff him and carry him away so he can chill for a while.)

Oh these two. These two. <3

[dcafanzine]

May Update

Helllllooooo everyone!  Sun and Moon and the Fanzine crew have been quietly working away here at Glitches and Glitterglue HQ but it’s about time you lovely people had an update! I think Moon is ready for a break after being worked so hard, but Sun will not accept anything less than perfect for you all!

Well, we are well on our way! We’ve now ironed out the last wrinkles with all our production companies and we’re super excited to share the results of our labour! We are just awaiting final proofs for the last changes on a couple of items and to give the green light to produce the goods.

Our next steps will be receiving the goods, boxing up and dispatching in waves! We cannot express how excited are to be so close to the finish line and have these bundles in your hands.

A few of you have been asking about tariffs and what these will be impacting. The tariffs (from our understanding and research) would mostly affect items being imported to the US, the zines and merch coming directly to our shipping team from manufacturers from overseas. We are planning on our US items being shipped to backers from within the US and many of our international items being shipped from the UK, with a few exceptions. This was always our plan to both help split the load for our team and this should also help with tariff issues should there be further problems and fees trickling through the shipping systems.

The honest answer is we’re charting uncertain waters with this but to our current understanding, this shouldn’t impact you but may slightly increase the waiting times for things to arrive with us. Should there be any need for further guidance, we will let you all know via update.

Sneak Peeks! Aren't they amazing?  Some snippets of works you have to look forward to from the talented RAVLIKSBLOG, LYCANKEYY and ELDRITCH-BEETLE!

Annnnd here’s an updated timeline! 

Updated Fazwatch Timeline

What's happening next?  Here's the up to date estimated outline as of May 2025!

There were some small issues that have been resolved with our manufacturers, but after reviewing and finalizing proofs, items are in production!

We expect to begin receiving some items in the next few weeks and into June.  Here is the updated timeline reflecting the delay.

February-March 2025: Funds Received & Items Ordered! We have received the funds from Kickstarter and are in the process of finalizing our order details and sending all of the amazing art to our manufacturers. Proof and Production times can vary, but we will send updates to backers as details are finalized and items go into production.

April-May 2025: Proofs Reviewed, Revised, & Approved. Printing and Manufacturing is underway! Proofs received from manufacturers and our team has reviewed everything for quality and accuracy. This process can go back and forth multiple times. With the final approval of the art, the manufacturers will begin production!

June 2025: We will send out Backer Surveys to confirm everyone's shipping details. We are planning on surveys being sent out in June, but will send an update prior to sending and to remind backers to look for them once they are sent. 

Mid June-July 2025 (estimated): Items arrive and fulfilment begins!  

July-Sept of 2025 (estimated): Packages are Shipped & Digital Rewards are Sent! Once we have confirmed where everything needs to be shipped, we will begin to send out packages in waves. This does mean that everyone's packages will not arrive around the same time, but this in unavoidable with how many of you there are!  It will be during this time we plan to send out the digital rewards.

More detailed information on digital reward fulfilment will be coming in a future update.

These are estimated dates that we’ll be able to further refine as we get farther along in the process. These may change depending on manufacturing, and other factors we have done our best to plan for.

Thank you all for your patience and I’m sure you’ll hear more good news from us soon!

[pretty-little-mind33]

Sergei Kravinoff x mutant fem!reader

Summary: Sergei is captured and his only source of salvation and light is the young woman who visits him every day to bring him food and heal his wounds.

Genre: hurt and comfort <3

Warnings: reader has healing abilities, kidnapping, torture, blood, violence, drugging, shitty men, protective!Sergei

~ thank you 💜anon for this idea! i didn't make it smut but i hope you like it anyways ~

SERGEI KRAVINOFF MASTERLIST

The Hunter. They'd captured The Hunter by. 

That was all you knew from the hushed whispers as they guarded your door. His name caused excitement around the compound and your curiosity was piqued. You stand from your small cot, limping over as the blood from your leg spills from the bandages. You press your palm against your door, catching snippets of the conversation in Russian, as you hold your breath. 

When you hear the latch to your door snap, you stumble back. The man with the scar enters, a smirk on his face. "Ah, you're up. Good. We have a new guest. You know what to do," he walks over and caresses your cheek, causing you to flinch, and he glances down at your leg. "And don't let him get close to you, not like the last one. Understand, pet? Cleaning you up was a fuckin' mess."

You nod, earning you a light tap on your cheek as he gestures for his men to come in with a tray of food.

The Hunter's cell is grim and dark, the drip of water from the ceiling is heard in the corner. Your eyes widen when you see him. He's suspended from his arms, rusty chains digging into his skin. He's shirtless, scratches and gashes of various stages litter his back and shoulders. He's breathing deeply as you walk in. He turns his head a little, catching your eyes and he lets out a sharp laugh, spitting out more blood.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He coughs up more blood, seeing the food on the tray. You circle to the front, resting the tray on the ground as you look up at him again. "They send you in to do the dirty work, принцесса (princess)?" 

You don't answer him, instead glancing at the security of the chains holding him. They're strong. Unbreakable you would guess and you look into his eyes again. You tear some of the bread and stand up, walking closer. Unlike many other prisoners, this one doesn't immediately lunge for you. He seems to be keeping his strength, simply observing your movements. You hold out the bread for him to bite out of your hand, but he spits blood at your shoes instead. 

"I don't need your food," he growls and tugs on the chains, turning his torso as he hisses in pain. You see a large gash on his side and your expression softens. You're here to heal him, at least so he doesn't die until he gives them the information they want.   

"I can help," you whisper, walking forward and reaching your hand to touch his side. The man inhales, readying himself to push you down—to do anything. He doesn't trust you. However, that plan falls through when he sees a glimpse of the bruising on your cheek. Someone has already hit you. He falters and then he gasps when your cold hand presses against the wound. 

"Shh," you soothe, bracing yourself, "this will only hurt for a moment. I promise."

"What are you—"

He grunts, feeling something sting and turns his head as best he can, twisting his torso. You pull your hand away, revealing the mostly healed wound. It's still badly bruised and you explain; "I can't heal the bruising. I c-can only help the process."

You sound scared of him and he looks back over to you, eyes dark. You just healed him. He looks at your hand and he sees that they're shaking. His eyebrows scrunch as he examines you. You're breathing heavily, looking exhausted. 

It drained you. 

Suddenly, there is a loud bang on the door, and a man's voice booms into the room and orders you back out in Russian. You catch your breath, holding out the bread for the man to take. You still want him to eat at least a little. Once he reluctantly eats the bread from your hand, you grab the tray and hurry out the door. 

The man hears the shout and he grimaces, pulling on his chains again. The wound doesn't hurt as much and his head is reeling from what had just happened. 

Who were you?

* * *

The next time Sergei sees you, he's chained to the wall, blood trickling down the side of his head. He hears the door enter and he smells you instantly. You smell sweet, not like the men who come in who stink of death and sweat. He turns his head, cracking a smile, as blood drips from his mouth. You set the tray down, kneeling in front of him on the dirty ground. Sergei's smile drops when he sees more bruising around your cheeks. They're hurting you too. His blood boils and he tries to fight against the chains once more, his body weak. 

He watches you silently as you take a syringe from the tray. Your hand is trembling and you look up at him. He knows what the liquid is, usually the men administer it when they torture him. It weakens him, making it impossible for him to break the chains that hold him in place. He growls like a hurt animal and you rest your hand on his arm. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, testing the syringe as the green liquid pours out and drips onto the ground. "They think you'll put up less of a fight if it's me—" 

Sergei narrows his eyes, the gold irises flickering underneath the surface, and he snarls; "Don't do this," he says but you gently push his head to the side, your hand on his forehead as you sink the needle into his neck. He grunts. No wonder the men are asking you to do this; it's dangerous for you. He could easily turn his head and bite you in this position. Usually, they prick him in the leg or somewhere safe that still works, but not as well as it could. They're becoming impatient it seems and they're now willing to turn you into a pawn. Perhaps, that's the reason he doesn't hurt you. He knows what that's like.

"I'm really sorry," you sob, holding his head as your hand trembles even more. Once the liquid is gone, you pull away. He looks calmer now, the drug already working. You drop the syringe and break some more bread. "Please eat," you whisper, pressing the stale bread to his lips, as if trying to counteract the drug by feeding him.    

He opens his eyes, reluctantly listening to you as he eats a bite. "They're hurting you too," he says and you shift uncomfortably, avoiding his intense glare. "Why? And why can't you heal yourself?" He'd noticed your limp the moment you walked and smelled the blood from your knee, even underneath your pants. You're injured. 

You sit back, touching the bruising along your eye, and look up at him. "You aren't the only prisoner they give that horrid liquid to," you whisper, looking at the syringe and then tilting your head and showing him the needle mark on your neck. "They like m-my ability, but only in moderation—"

Sergei groans, his chest burning with anger. He shakes his head when he sees you begin to clean up. "Who? Who are they?! Who has me!? I can help you—if you—wait—stop—" he watches you walk out helplessly. He groans again from the pain in his side as he shifts his position. Sergei realizes you haven't healed him today. He supposes that would go against the point of the fucking drug. 

Hours later, when he finally falls asleep, all he dreams of is you. 

* * *

"What is your name?" Sergei asks one evening as you run a warm cloth on his face, wiping away the dried blood from the beating he'd received. He hasn't cracked yet, not that he will. You startle a little, not expecting him to ask you that question. You glance up, meeting his gaze, and you whisper your name. 

"Kraven," he introduces. He wants to tell you his real name, but he doesn't know if he can fully trust you. Sergei winces when you swipe your hand across a cut on his cheek, healing the small wound. He pulls against the chains keeping his arms up. He groans, realizing it's useless. "How long have you been here, Y/n?"

You move to rub the cloth on his bare torso, going even quieter. "A year."

"Do you have a family?"

You shrug, turning away and preparing that damned drug again. The men have given up administering it and have charged you with that task instead. Sergei grimaces and when you look up, your hand gently turning his head like it always does, he doesn't fight you. Instead, he whispers, "Y/n, don't give it to me. I can get us both out of here. I won't hurt you. I promise." He's not entirely sure how long he's been here but he's desperate now. He locks eyes with you, almost pleasing. 

You wrap your arm around his nape, shifting and your voice shakes when you whisper, "They're watching. There is a camera— it can't hear us but it can see us." 

Sergei winces, feeling you prepare the syringe; however, he pauses when he looks to the side and sees that the needle is near the bare skin of your arm, the one covering his nape. "They make sure it's g-gone, this is the only way. Will your powers regenerate in one night?"

Sergei nods, his blue eyes are wide and he's a little alarmed when you administer the drug to yourself.

"They're watching us. Please, you have to pretend I gave it to you if you want this to work." 

"Will the drug hurt you?" he asks, knowing you're purposefully hiding what you're doing to the camera in the corner of the ceiling. 

You shake your head, pulling away and hiding the mark on your arm with your sleeve. "No– I just won't be able to use my powers for a while. It's okay. That's all it does. That's what it's been doing to you—weakening you." You gather your supplies with shaking hands as Sergei breathes heavily, keeping his body calm as you said. 

"I won't let them hurt you again," Sergei promises before you leave. You turn around to look at him, your eyes sad, as he whispers, "I'll find you, принцесса (princess)."

* * * 

"Wake up, Hunter." Sergei hears a loud bang as a metal pipe slams against the wall near his head. His eyes shoot open, his body not feeling as weak anymore and his gaze locks onto the two men who've been torturing him these past days. His eyes narrow and his hand twitches in the chains but his heart leaps when one of the men, the one with the scar on his lip, pulls you from behind the other man, his hand in your hair. "We have some exciting news," the man sings-songs and adds, "since ya seem so fond of each other."

Sergei's eyes frantically bounce from your scared expression to the men holding you, his jaw clenching. 

"Since you don't quite break when we break you, we must change our method, you understand," the other man laughs, unsheathing a knife and running it in your hair. You squeeze your eyes shut, controlling your breathing. "Now, if you continue not to give us anything, we'll just have to break your little girlfriend instead. And," the man laughs, "we promise with the damage we'll cause she won't have time to heal herself—"

Sergei's eyes narrow. The men are too busy laughing at the tears that fall from your eyes to notice the glimmer of gold behind his irises—but you do. You hold your breath, unsure what's about to happen but you know it can't be good considering that the drug you'd been giving him for the past week had faded so quickly. Sergei licks his lips, his sharp fangs showing for a second before he lunges for the men, the chains previously holding him easily ripping. 

You gasp, falling to the ground as you grasp the floor, scooting to the opposite side of the room, pressing your back to the wall as you watch as Kraven tears into one of the men's throats, growling like an animal would. You scream, covering your eyes with shaky hands as gunshots ring out and you hear more growls and ripping.  

Once the scream stops, you feel someone's presence over you. You peek through your fingers, your gaze stuck on the splatter of blood across his features. His eyes have returned to their normal blue and he crouches down, like an animal showing its submission as his knuckles skim your cheeks and wipe away your tears.

"Are you okay?" He mutters, his voice hoarse. You nod hesitantly and when he scoops his hand under your knees and your back, you accept and wrap your arms around his neck. 

"I'm here," he whispers. 

Your hands tremble and you nod, finding your voice as you squeeze your eyes shut again so you don't see the lifeless bodies he'd left in his wake as he walks to the exit. However, you can't bring yourself to feel pity; those men had tortured him. And they'd tortured you for even longer. "Thank you, Kraven," you say quietly and he holds you tighter. 

"Sergei," he says, "My name is Sergei."

You hum, resting your eyes as your head falls onto his chest. When you open your eyes again, you're in a truck. Sergei is on the phone, talking in Russian, and you understand snippets of his conversation. You're buckled in, your head resting on the passenger window as the headlights from the other cars blind you. You groan, your head is pounding. "You slept for hours, is that normal,  принцесса (princess)?" Sergei asks, putting his phone in his pocket as he continues to drive. 

"Where are we?"

"Russia," Sergei says and he looks at you with a worried expression, "We've always been in Russia—did you not know where they were holding you?" You shake your head, a little embarrassed. You really didn't know. Sergei clicks his tongue and runs a hand over his face. He's cleaned himself up, the blood is gone and he looks in much better form. He senses you staring and he looks over, "I made some calls. My brother—he has connections," he tells you, explaining the truck. 

"Where are you taking me?" you ask quietly. 

Sergei's eyes narrow. "My home," he pauses, "just so you can rest, I'm not sure how long that drug will last on you, but once you're better, I can take you home."

"Home," you whisper and look down at your lap, picking at your nails. "I have no home."

Sergei is quiet as he looks at the road again. "Well, you can stay with me then. I'll take care of you." 

Silence looms over you as the truck rolls along icy roads, the hum of the engine filling the air. You glance at Sergei again, your gaze softening. He looks different now—calmer, more composed, less weak and frazzled. His knuckles are no longer bloodied, his breaths even now, and yet, there is something simmering underneath, like a fire that hasn't quite burned out.

"You really don't have to do that," you tell him, staring out the window. "You have already done enough."

He just chuckles, low and rough. "Enough? I went through hell, принцесса (princess), I'm not stopping now." He glances at you, his eyes sharp as they lock onto yours and his voice almost wavers when he says. "You saved me first. I owe you."

You press your lips together, unsure how to respond. He sounds so serious, as if nothing you say would sway him. You decide not to speak. Your body is heavy with exhaustion, the aftermath of the drug still dulling your senses. You sigh and shut your eyes, leaning your head against the window again as the lights from outside lull you asleep.

Once the truck finally stops, you wake to the sound of Sergei opening your door. Snow crunches under his boots as he reaches in and effortlessly lifts you into his arms again, ignoring your half-hearted protests. 

"Stop fussing, will you," he mutters, his voice softer now. "You're still weak."

The large house he carries you into is cool, the scent of pine and something faintly sweet greeting you. It's a small but comfortable cabin, filled with old family trinkets and photos of a family of four; two young boys sitting on their mother's knee.

Sergei wordlessly sets you down on a couch, draping a blanket over your shoulders before crouching and starting a well-needed fire. Once the flames crackle, he turns and his hands hover over your knees, uncertain, as if he's not surewhere to begin. 

Finally, he lifts his arms and brushes some hair back from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Rest," he commands. His tone is calm and serious but the corners of his mouth twitch upward as if he's hiding a small smile. "I will make us food."

You still don't say a word as you watch him retreat to the kitchen, the tension in your chest easing for the first time in a long while. The danger is gone, replaced with a warmth you haven't felt. You glance around the room and you realize that for the first time in a long long time, you feel completely safe.

You smile softly, watching the fire burn and listening to Sergei walk around the kitchen. 

[tizeline]

Some snippets into Donnie's relationship to his brothers in the Separated AU

So after having figured out that Donnie is in fact their Long Lost Brother, the Drax Trio obviously want him back, and while Donnie is initially excited to find out that he has a bunch of siblings, he's less excited to find out that they're a bit, uh, evil. And they keep insulting April!! How dare they!!! Not to mention, he already has a dad, he doesn't need a new one! So no, Donnie isn't planning on just leaving his current family behind for this new one, and his brothers react to this in various different ways.

As much as Mikey wants Donnie back, Dr. Feelings understands that this is quite the adjustment for Donnie and that he may need some time to come to terms with the fact that he actually belongs with them and not with the humans. Mikey doesn't wanna force his brother to reunite with them, so instead he tries to convince Donnie to come home willingly through various ways. I mentioned this in an earlier post, but AU Mikey is essentially trying to give Donnie a redemption arc like Canon Mikey did with Draxum

Raph, however, sees Donnie and immedietly goes full Protective Big Brother Mode. He thinks the best course of action is to "forcefully rescue" (kidnap) him and and then convince him to stay and be apart of their family. He's can't help catastrophizing about all the way his baby brother is definitely being mistreated by Lou Jitsu and April and all the other evil humans oh NO they have to SAVE HIM!! The only reason he doesn't is because no one else in the Draxum family thinks it's a good idea

And then Leo. I'll go more into detail about Leo's character in this AU at a later dat cuz hhhhhhh but basically, he's still dealing with pretty intense Middle Child Syndrome and the LAST thing he need is another middle child joining the family! Why are all his family members so obsessed with getting Donnie back anyway? He's already clearly chosen the human side so why waste their time on him! .....Now that's not entirely the whole truth, he's kinda ecstatic when he first meets Donnie, except Donnie doesn't seem to care about them any, which... ouch.

Another way to describe their dynamic would be similar to their canon dynamic, a lot of friendly bickering.... except they don't really know each other and are also enemies here so like.... UNfriendly bickering.... which is just bickering lol. They fight a lot, is what I'm getting at.

Anyway you know the family dinner scene with Draxum in season 2 of the show? Yeah, Mikey tries that tactic here too. Like I said, Mikey wants to be patient with Donnie, but he does eventually get a bit tired of Donnie acting so hostile all the time so he starts organizing hangouts for the four of them (attendence is mandatory!)

And poor Donnie, this whole situation is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster for him, as you might imagine. Reuniting with your secret lost family is fun for all of five seconds before you find out that they're actually kinda messed up uh oh. A big reason why Donnie acts so hostile towards his brothers is because it's easier for him to just dismiss them as mere enemies that he feels no attatchment to. He's basically being made to pick between this new family and his old one is Not Fun.

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Happy WIP Wednesday ! Here is a first draft/snippet of a random chapter in my long fic I'm working on (don't go looking for it, still unsure if I'm going to post it), bc I think I'm gonna take this part out even if I really like the concept.

Danny is like 6-7yrs old in this

Danny is a weird kid.

That's not to say Dick expected him to be normal when his family took him in. No, even if Danny wasn't still half dead, no one in this family is normal. Not even Duke and Barbara, the self proclaimed normies of the family.

Danny has brought a certain life to the manor, even in death, that has Dick contemplating moving back. Somehow, even Jason has been spending more time than usual there. Arguments have been lessened, the manor has been less creaky and more settled, Alfred even looks a little younger these days.

It's both the fault of Danny's sweet exterior, and the odd green that swirls in the blue of his eyes. Not the same hue as Jason's, but something near to it.

He's a lot like Jason, actually. Dick is sure if Jason had come to them just a little bit younger he'd be the spitting image of Danny.

It's the little things that make them look so similar. Almost everyone in the manor has the blue-green eye, black hair combo. It's everything else in Danny that makes him look exactly like Jason.

Danny likes to wish the moon good morning when he sees it during the day, and insists on opening his curtains when he goes to sleep so the moon can listen to his bedtime story too. He likes to check his stuffed animals for injuries when they fall off furniture. He thanks Alfred for his food, and thanks his food for being yummy. When he leaves the manor, he blows the building a kiss goodbye.

Dick does not tell Bruce that the house pulls itself from the ground, and creaks back.

Sure, Jason wasn't dead (not yet, anyway), but he was so excited to be alive. He had that same disposition to do good to everyone and everything that Danny does. Jason may not be some sort of partial human like Danny, but Jason was Robin, and Robin? Robin is magic.

You don't have to believe in ghosts for them to be real, and you don't have to see Danny for him to exist. On the same wavelength, you don't have to see Robin to know Jason made him magic. It was just the truth. Like how the sky is blue and Bruce is Batman.

Dick is watching his life be changed one step at a time, just like it was with Jason–like how it was supposed to be with Jason–and like it was with his siblings.

He keeps flowers in his car now. He didn't before, he never had a reason for it.

But one time, Danny cried as they passed a graveyard. He was sitting curled up against the window in the back while Dick hummed along to some ballad on the radio. It was peaceful, as things tend to be when Danny's around, and even as the kid cried Dick never stopped feeling tranquil. He knew everything would be okay, Dick would stop at nothing to make his new brother happy again.

“I have no flowers.” He’d said. Dick hadn't even gotten the chance to ask what was wrong. “They'll all be so sad I came by, and I had no flowers.”

Danny's eyes were green when he'd spoken. Green, teary, and filled with more mourning a child should ever understand. Dick's heart broke about a thousand times over.

So now Dick keeps flowers in his car. Whenever he drives past a graveyard he throws a flower out the window, just like Danny does. And if the bouquet dies before he gets to give them away, he gives them to Danny, and he buries them in the backyard.

Green eyed and sad. Sometimes Jason joins him, sometimes Damian does. Dick never feels like it's his place.

This fic also has to do with the cult thing I was talking about sometime ago, and the post about big cities. I kinda regret having this take place in Gotham instead of Amity, but it's too late now (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Asks and interactions are always welcome !