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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Their Alright... For A Boomer

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Summary: Being a girl with a larger chest always got you attention, maybe having your nipples pierced to try and fell more confident handt been the best idea, but how can you regret it when your latest client; the sexy Mr Cavill was ogling them but could this end up being more then just that one time you were eyed by a hot celebrity?

Warnings: Suggestive, No Smut, Fluffy? Cute and funny, Swearing

A/N: this was a request from @fanficlover91 i hope you like this hun, i tried to keep it hot but sweet and respectful? Which was a struggle but i hope i got the vibe you wanted. And as always i hope you all enjoy.

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You blushed as you looked down the lense at your model. He smirked sweeping his eyes over you non to subtly. You could feel the blues penetrating you with a hot stare. The was the distinctive fast clicks on you camera snapping a burst of shots managing to capture his smirking face and eyes sweeping over your form appreciatively.

You stood tall and smiled pulling away double checking the shoots. You bit your lip. Fucking hell this was both the best and worst job you had. Henry Cavill was the most enticing male you'd ever had the pleasure to photograph. He didn't even have a good side, every side was good! There wasn't an unflattering angle on the man!

"And that's a wrap? I think we have everything we need Mr Cavill" you said professionally making to move away from him and begin to swap sd cards and label them before packing away. Henry gawfed and rose quickly panicked almost.

"I- err no! Wait I was... Well hoping that I could have some more done?" he said chaseing you across the small studio you could hear his agent Leah scoff from the side lines. You frowned and looked to her nervously. The woman had been watching and tutting, scoffing and clicking her tongue through the whole session. It actually made you nervous, wasn't she pleased with the shoot? You were worried, being freelance this was your first time doing a celebrity shoot for a magazine but the usual photographer was in hospital having a stroke a few days prior and you were the only free photographer in the agency that was close enough to take the job. Sure you wasn't well known but still it was a little disheartening to have someone seemingly unimpressed with your work.

But it was when you eyed her you saw she wasn't giving you the evil eye. Her frown was directed at henry, a scolding look you'd give a misbehaving child. You frowned a little puzzled, but shook it off in favour of looking to Henry. Your actual client.

"More? I... I? Thought the piece only needed a few to choose from? They were very ah... How do I put it? Thorough? With the brief" you explained hoping Leah would step in and clarify just what was going on. Because you didn't have a clue.

"I yes but- I'd love to top up my portfolio? You know? I err yeah have a few changes going on and... I mean a few greys and such... Just want to update it a tad... I'll pay obviously- I'd pay anything for more time please?" he pleaded watching you closely eyes wide and bright full of hope.

"I... Err" you shifted swapping your camera from one hand to the other and craned your head around the man trying to spy his agent. But you had no hope of peeking around this gargantuan man. Just like with the camera he demanded your full attention.

"And for Instagram and stuff! There's only so much I can do in a selfie... I'd even recommend you- advertise your work!" he quickly added sounding desperate now. It would help you out if you did have a few shots of him for in your own catalogue. It shouldn't matter but having a celeb under your belt was actually a good thing. It meant you'd acted professionally and been good to work with.

"I suppose so, I do have a few extra sd's here... Tell you what I'll do another shoot for you as long as I can pick a few to put in my portfolio? Then we both update our files?" you nodded to him speaking slowly. He grinned and relaxed nodding quickly pleased with himself for wrangling more shots. You'd never know he was just glad to has more time with you.

"Oh yes absolutly! That's fine here should we get started now or?" he asked biting his lip trying not to stare at you for too long. But it was hard you were fucking stunning!

"Oh yeah sure iv got time, let me just sort these out and set up, need to switch, you've tired my poor camera" you said with a grin trying to ignore the man as he beamed at you looking excited nodding enthusiastically. You backed up and spun around trying not to blush as you felt henry gazing openly at you.

"Right well if the magazine ones are done I will be off then" Leah called packing up her bag with a small chuckle to herself. You froze and spun quickly seeing her seemingly abandoning you with Henry.

"Wha- oh you don't have to you can stay-" you tried to reason unsure why, I mean who wouldn't want to be alone with this huge glorious man? Maybe you just didn't trust yourself with him? He had been 'making love' to the camera all afternoon. Smouldering bedroom eyes that was making it hard to focus. You had been getting hot under the collar all day as you kidded yourself he was eyeing you, not the camera or would be readers.

It didn't help that you had caught him oogling your breasts earlier. But you wasn't mad, it was your own fault. It was the Hight of summer and you had on a string vest with a thin bra, that you could clearly see your nipple bars through. You didn't feel uncomfortable or anything, you didn't blame Henry for looking. You cant exactly ignore your tits.. The were pretty large for your frame. You were curvy but they were as one ex put it 'exceptional'. And besides he had looked not touched and he hadn't been a creep about it. In fact he had done a double take and then blushed when he realised he had been caught looking. But as you said you get that with big boobs, you'd had it your entire life, it was actually one of the reasons you'd got them pierced. It helped with your confidence and you convince yourself that they were looking at the bars. Not you per say.

"Okay aunt Leah I will see you in a few days." henry interrupted you quickly smiling practically ushering the woman out the door. He moved fast ever picking the womans phone and juice bottle to help her leave quicker.

"Yes, behave Henry I'll see you soon" she said with a giggle before calling a thank you and goodbye over her shoulder at you. You swallowed nervously and gave a quick bye as the door clicked behind her and you were left alone with Henry. The man groaned stretching as he spun around a huge grin on his face, making your knees tremble a little. Fuck.

Henry came over and watched you closely as you scribbled the name and date along with the publication name on the sd case label. You tried not to notice as he hovered biting his lip then took off the blazer and threw it on the table beside you drawing your attention as he did grunting a little. The v neck letting the smallest amount of soft looking chest fuzz that had been teasing you all day. He grinned slyly as he caught you eyeing him and crossed his arms over his chest flexing for your benefit. You gasped and quickly looked back to the camera in your hands inserting a new scarf into the new fully charges camera.

"Soo how do you like this kind of work?" henry said casually trying not to seem like a creeper but god damnit he couldn't stop eyeing you. If he had known how sexy you'd be he would have demanded to be doing a bloody swim wear shoot!

"You mean people?" you stuttered trying not to look him in the eye. Not that it helped because the rest of him was just as fucking sexy! You quivered all over desperately trying to remember how to breath, yet didn't want to draw in too deep a breath and make your tits bounce for him and look like a slut. There was a very fine line for a big busted girl, to much wobble will make you look like your trying to get attention.

"I mean celebrities, magazines we were told you mainly do private shoots for events and model portfolios" he offered leaning forward as he leant back on the desk next to you hooking one ankle behind the other. The way he stood placed his crotch in your line of sight as you looked down and worked on setting up the camera. You flushed. Oh god he looked er... Bigger then you'd thought earlier, not that you were looking but... Well you couldn't help notice the package! The man was a fucking serial man spreader! And that thing was huge! With the muscles he was packing he could probably bench press you with his crotch!

"Oh well its different... And you sir popped my celebrity cherry" you froze on the spot as you said that, it had meant to be an ice breaker, a joke but instead had sounded fucking creepy!. You snapped up to him making to apologize as your face flamed mortified but he had thrown his head back laughing. The deep rumble sent chilled down your spine.

"Well I'm honoured to have popped your cherry~" he teased placing a hand over his heart with a cheeky grin making you blush and nod then turned to him with the new camera all set up.

"Soo where do we start?" you said moving on quickly looking up at him trying to forget the whole cherry comment.

"Where ever you want me, i will let you take the reigns command me as you will" he chuckled standing tall once more and looked about the room casually to the various small set ups, different furniture, seats sofas and mini tables dotting the space.

"I... Okay then you said Instagram? How about we start with some facials-FACE SHOTS! Face. Shots. Not facials fuck. Shit" you quickly tried repairing the damage whist cursing yourself wanting nothing more then to be swallowed up by the floor.

"No, no love facials sounded perfect~" he said winking before gliding past you making you stutter and almost choke on your breath. Oh good lord this was a bad idea. You followed as he sat down on a sturdy sofa and looked head on at you and bit his lip once again watching you with a sultry look.

And that was the beginning. You followed him about taking various snaps whislt having small talk. He seemed to be very flirtatious as he spoke, dropping lines and compliments as he made eyes at you. You flushed each time clamming up at his suggestive comments. And rightly or wrongly you flirted back trying to seem cool and suave. But inside you were fangirling unable to belive you were here with this incredibly gorgeous man teasing one another. On a few occasions he even growled as you scampered about him, crouching and taking shots from blow getting some delicious angles that dampened your knickers. Then in between all this he managed to get little tied bits. You'd told him you were on agency freelance and were trying to get into the social media platform as it seemed easier in this day and age rather then to be in fashion photography. You wanted to be commercial not private but no one would really take a chance anymore.

Then you suggested a few shots on the sofa laying back trying to think of something different for your portfolio, maybe a body length shot. He was quick to agree and dived onto the sofa saying he had an idea you swallowed nodding not fully trusting the look in his eyes. But that was forgotten as he relaxed stretching out over the sofa legs crossed and resting on the arm of his hands behind his head and a devilish smirk looking down the lenght of his body. You knelt at his feet trying to get a flattering image of him looking down but cursed as the camera wasn't playing ball. The lense was focusing, this was why you used the other one first, the camera had a few issues and was temperamental.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning a little at you as you growled pulling the camera away fro your face and began trying to manually focus the lense.

"Oh its.. It wont focus.. It does this sometime, really need to throw it out but.. She was my first I'm sentimental" you said feeling silly as you battled with the camera.

"We all are with our firsts... How about you come closer instead, I really want to see this shot, never done one at this angle.. Out of all my shoots your the first to suggest this~" you froze and looked to him but he just smiled impishly at you. Slowly you rounded the sofa and leant over him positioning the camera at his stomach as he looked right into the lense giving you a definite bedroom eyes, half lidded and burning. Both dreamy and amazingly sexy. It was as if he could see you beyond the lense, as if it wasn't even there!

"You can come closer love, I wont bite, not if you don't want me to~" his voice was low and teasing, luring you in like a siren. You trembled and moved along him but he tutted and moved a hand to your hip and pressed, coaxing you onto the sofa and sat you on him making you straddle him. You gasped squeazing your camera tighter as he moved you easily, warm palms holding you both delicatly and firmly. You could see in his eyes he was weary unsure if he had gone to far but you squeezed him between your thighs and relaxed making him grin up at you getting the message you didn't mind at all. You aimed the lense at him once more and got the shots you wanted.

"Perfect! Mr Cavill" you said actually a little sad that this session was over. It had been nice playing this little cat and mouse game with him. But all good things come to an end.

"Ah now i have a policy love, when a womans on top they can call me henry, among other things~" he said smoothly laughing as you chuckled nervously fiddling with the camera in your hands and shifted over him a little.

"I will try to remember that for next time boomer~" you teased managing to overcome your nerves as you pulled away the camera with a giggle winking at him as he stuttered. For a second you thought you'd gone too far but a quirk to his lips made you relax once more.

"That hurt, that was hurtful" he teased pouting not releasing you from his lap, instead holding you tighter, fingers digging into your sides making you gasp and bit your lip as he pulled you to his crotch and ground into you teasingly.

"I'm so sorry~" you uttered breathless trying to keep yourself together. But this man was something else, like a drug- the devil all fanged smiles and smooth words. God you were fucked, you knew this man could do anything to you and youd thank him for it~

"I doubt that" he cooed and slid his hand higher growing more and more confident. The last few hours of casual flirting had built up his appitite. There was no misconceptions, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Oh yeah?" you said coyly tipping your head to him playing along willing for this to happen, whether it be a one of fuck or something longer. You didnt have any complaints~ this was your body and youd enjoy it with who ever you wanted to!

"Yeah prove it!" he hissed and moved quickly sitting up and swinging around planting his feet on the floor. You yelped as he moved surprizingly fast and managed to keep you in his lap now face to face with you eyes roaming your face settling on your lips.

"And how should i do that" you teased tilting your head skimming your lips with his as you spoke. He groaned and held you tighter making you whine breathlessly willing this to happen. You wanted him and you wont deny yourself the chance.

"Make and old mans day" he said plainly and leant back resting on the back of the sofa, you watched him closely and brought your hands to his shoulders prodding at the neck of the t shirt and drew your fingers down slowly feeling him shiver at the light skimming fingertips.

"Oh really Boomer? And how would i make and old mans day?" you teased once more making him grunt but he quickly caught himself as your fingers smoothed over the teasing curls that peeked over his top. You scratched over them lightly with your nails making him draw a needy breath and chuckled at him. He was sexy and cute~

"By accepting a job offer?" he said before smileing smugly as you paused and frowned. Had you missed something? Was he after a freebee?

"Job offer? Really another shoot?" you snorted suddenly not feeling sexy, more like he was trying to butter you up for some fuck for parts shoots or something. He sighed and began speaking before you could get yourself all twisted. But then again you could have taken his offer wrong.

"Manage my social media. I have many companies and brands reach out to me for endorsements. They want me caught wearing their brands. But I'm to busy most of the time I cant make it to the locations they want. It actually doesn't seem worth it most of the time, with cost of flights and time lost travelling to and from studios itd be easier if I had my own personal photographer that travelled with me its be easy, slip on the clothes and what not take a few snaps and then you touch them up and post them on my social media." he explained watching as it sunk in that he wasnt trying to pull a fast one. Well he was but not trying to fuck you over... Just fuck you... And keep you because you were fantastic and he wants nothing more then to have you around hime as much as possible. In the single dat he had spent working with you, you had enchanted him, not only were you sexy but you were good at your job and easy to work with but also funny and cute and he needed to get to know you.

"Of course its a very big venture and we'd have to have a few dinner and lunch dates to work out all the nitty gritty" he added after a few beats of silence trying to make it clear he was interested... Very interested~ it worked as you fluched and a playfull look donned your face your fingers began stoking his chest hair once more. He relaxed shuddering under the nails as they teased his curls.

"Is this a big ploy to get a date Boomer?" you purred his new nick name making him groan when you squeezed him between your thick thighs once more grinding on him and the considerable bulge below you that twitched.

"No... Maybe is it working?" he said quickly hissing at you shifted in his lap once more, his hands snapping to your hips trying to still you before he came undone in his boxers. You were a very dangerous woman and something told him you knew.

"Well it sounds like an offer I'd be very, very interested in taking further~" you clarified giggling when he swallowed dryly and eyed you surprized that his plan had seemed to work.

"Good to hear~ so got anything planned after this?" he asked feeling a wave of confidence at the prospect of snagging a date with you. He hadn't meant to sound so eager but... He was eager and that was that.

"Yes" you said with a straight face and got up off of him spinning around heading to the table with your camera bags. You gave him a glance and giggled seeing him still sitting there gobsmacked legs wide open and his crotch that was now definitely bigger then it had been earlier.

"O-oh" he stuttered seemingly unsure how to proceed. You giggled as he fumbled over his words. Then decided to grant him some mercy and began speaking whilst popping out the sd card from the camera labeling it like the previous one.

"You see I had a very cheeky client today who asked for a shoot last mineut. But I wasn't to bothered he was very very sexy even if he was a boomer, but get this out of nowhere gave me a job offer? And we're having dinner- he promised pizza~" you giggled glancing at Henry as he slumped in the seat realising halfway through that you were talking about him. He smoothed his hands over his face and jumped up coming over to you shaking his head.

"You know I'm not actually a boomer?" he quipped folding his arms. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed your stuff away making sure to recheck everything.

"Have you seen your selfies? Your a boomer, boomer" you teased making him scoff but laugh at the name that has now stuck.

"Wait you've seen my selfies? What do you think?" he asked wanting feedback on the silly shots he took. You paused halfway through zipping up your bag and turned facing him fully giving him a thoughtful look then shrugged

"Their alright... For a boomer" you giggled when he preened for a second then his face dropped into a pout when you finished the comment.

"I repeat...That was hurtful" he said covering his heart with a kicked puppy look making you laugh and hoist your bags over your shoulder and make for the door with him hot on your heels.

"Its fine boomer a second date will make up for it I'm sure~" you sniggered at him playfully looking back at him as he followed you out of the door.

"A date for each time you call me boomer? Deal" he quipped walking along side you offering you his arm like a true gentleman unlike the teasing horny little shit he had been all day. Not that you minded either. Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets and all that jazz.

"God we may aswell marry now then boomer" he laughed nodding in agreement the banter from the day still in play as you both left the building.

"Seems so, I mean were at ten that's what the kids consider boyfriend girlfreind territory" he anounced with a sigh playing on the 'boomer' joke making you giggle and roll your eyes as he mentioned the tally. Then you frowned and quickly counted your 'boomers' and opened your mouth you correct him, arguing that ten was incorrect.

"I think its nine boomer- ah see what you did their sneaky boomer!" you cried pushing him playfully at his little trick. He roared with laughter and quickly tangled his fingers with yours dragging you back alongside him guiding you down the street towards a place he knew served pizza, he didn't remember but apparantly he promised pizza...

#henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n

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sunflowerroland · 5 years

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My Nygmobblepot Dream

Since some people showed a bit of interest in this I’ll share what went down in my weird dream a couple weeks ago where I got to interact w Nygmobblepot.

But bear with me because it was a dream so obviously a lot of stuff is kind of nonsensical but basically here is what went down.

(I remembered quite a lot of it so I’ll put everything under the cut)

So the dream started off with me and some people I knew being at this charity awareness meal for some cause I can’t remember and I for some reason I decided to take my shoes and socks off, I put my socks into a shoulder bag I had on and the shoes under the table I was at. Then at some point, as I’m sure other gays have experienced, somebody set up the perfect opportunity to make a gay joke and so I did. The problem was, I wasn’t out to the people at the table and they didn’t take kindly to my joke so I decided to leave immediately.

I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going as I was kind of in a daze and I ended up walking over rooftops and going through back alleys, when suddenly I realised it was snowing and so I said to myself, out loud, “hey, when did it start snowing?”

Just as I said that, a random man happened to walk past me, looked at me like I was an idiot, and said, “like 5 minutes ago..." in a very derisive tone.

It was at this point I remembered that I had left my shoes at the restaurant the charity event had been held at and I thought to myself “I cant walk through the snow without my shoes and socks on so I'm going to have to walk all the way back to the restaurant to get them!”, the most logical plan of action I could take clearly.

As I had no idea how I had actually got to where I was, I decided to ask for directions back to the restaurant. I turned to a random person nearby to ask him for help and, lo and behold, Oswald Cobblepot stood before me in all his glory. I asked him for his assistance however, he decided to give me a route that made absolutely no sense whatsoever, saying things like “take a turn around the cat/cow” (I can’t remember which one) and to be honest everything went in one ear and out the next, so I thanked him and turned to another person who was less than a meter away from Oswald, and asked him for directions instead.

The person I asked for help next was turned out to be Ed Nygma, dressed head to toe in green, his usual Riddler garb. He seemed to take slight offense to me not following Oswald’s directions and said “It’s exactly what he said!”, repeated the same instructions and then he told me to “figure it out!”

Miraculously, I figured out their frankly ridiculous instructions and made it back to the restaurant. As I was picking up my shoes I looked up and saw Ed approaching me and I thought to myself, "oh GOD this cant be good" because he definitely looked like he meant business.

So, I tied the laces on my shoes together, put them over the bag strap on my shoulder bag and turned to face him as he stormed the restaurant. He then began to taunt me a bit, although he said that I was not completely stupid and also congratulated me for beating his puzzle (despite the fact that it was Oswald who actually said it first).

I’m not exactly sure why, but he suddenly decided he had it in for me, he wanted me for something and so he started chasing me with this mob he had gathered during his tirade. I ended up stuck in this school parade with some cheerleaders, as they were making their way through the streets, trying to get away from Ed. However, it seemed more like Ed was trying to herd me somewhere instead and so I was falling into whatever plans he had for me no matter what I did.

Suddenly, I saw this grassy side path off the side of the road, away from wherever Ed was trying to lead me so I ran down it. There were two ways to go; the path straight ahead was empty but I was worried Ed would still be able to see me running down it if he looked down the turning; and then there was a little overgrown path to my right. I turned to go down the overgrown path and there were goths everywhere, turns out there was a little graveyard, completely overgrown, and I thought it looked cool as hell. I thought to myself "hell yeah, my people."

But it was not to be. Suddenly, they started saying like "get away from here you aren’t welcome" and generic satanist sayings, turns out it was this big demon grave site. So I decided to promptly get the heck out of dodge.

I turned to carry on running straight ahead but somehow Jervis Tetch and Johnathan Crane were there blocking my way. I panicked and decided to double back on myself, I turned to run back the way I came from but unfortunately Ed was there, waiting for me.

He caught me.

Next thing I knew I was being held in this fancy house, with massive windows. I was held prisoner on the second storey with Ed and a couple of his goons.

All of a sudden, the phone in my pocket started to ring. I picked it up and the dulcet yet panicked tones of Oswald Cobblepot’s voice rang out, he was saying things like, "are you okay?!”, “Where are you?!?!” and most notably, “Does Ed have you?!"

I tried to talk to him to calm him and tell him what was happening but Ed snatched the phone out of my hand and put it on speaker and started talking to Oswald.

It’s at this point I remembered/realised that I was actually Oswald’s best friend and that Ed was mad for some reason at Oswald so he kidnapped me to get back at Oswald.

Ed stood there arguing with Oswald over the phone when suddenly Oswald went quiet. Ed began to worry and asked “Oswald?” very hesitantly.

Out of nowhere, a door next to me burst open and Oswald’s strolling through, it turned out he was playing for time until he could bust in and save me.

Ed was momentarily stunned, so Oswald took this chance to grab my hand and we go to run down the stairs. But Ed lashed out and pushed us over the banister.

Oswald managed to hang on but I had nothing to hold onto and I plummeted downwards. All of a sudden, I appeared to come out of my body and I was just floating in a spirit form of some sort as I watched this unfamiliar woman crash on top of this car that appeared to have been being showcased on the first floor.

I then looked to see Oswald glaring up at Ed who, in turn, was looking over the banister at Oswald and the woman in shock.

Everything turned to black.

Then illustrations appeared showing what happened after, together with a nice voice over to tie it all together.

Essentially, what was said was that everybody thought the woman was dead but she wasn’t, as she couldn't die. The illustrations cut to a shot of the car, it was dented but there was no body; it then cut to an illustration of a woman running through the woods. The voice over spoke of how the woman quietly made a life and name for herself. A couple years after this she moved into a new house. She had new neighbours. Everything then faded to black again.

I then found myself in control of my actions again, I took note of my surroundings; I was standing in a house, a nursery, but I knew I was invisible, like I was just an observer.

I watched as a dark haired woman, whom I recognise to be the woman who couldn’t die, sorting out a baby. The door to the nursery opened and Ed looked in, the woman looked up at him and told Ed something along the lines of "your daughter needs you to [do something]." I can’t remember what she said the child needed.

But what I do remember is watching Ed in wonder and also knowing that this was Ed and Oswald’s house, that they ended up getting together even after everything. I also knew that this woman was the surrogate mother for the child, Ed and Oswald were raising the child as their own. It also appeared that Oswald was at work at the Iceberg Lounge and so I was slightly saddened to know I wouldn’t see him this time.

Ed did whatever the woman asked him to do and then he went downstairs and sat on the couch and watched TV.

I decided to approach him, even though I knew I was not a physical being, and I tapped him on the shoulder. He shifted like he felt it and then he looked around but he saw no one so he settled down again. Then I tapped him on the shoulder again and he sat up and said "is someone there?"

I walked around him and knelt on the other side of this glass coffee table that was in front of the couch. I lent forward and tapped him on the knee again.

He jolted forward and seemed to realise something. He whispered, "is it you?" Then he lent forward and rested his elbows on the table, holding both his hands up as if waiting for a high ten.

I moved forward and placed my palms against his. I stared him right in the eyes. He stared at his hands for a moment in surprise before looking up again, right at me, and in an awe filled voice he said, "this is fascinating, you're not actually gone are you?"

Just as I was feeling jubilus in this discovery, the woman from the nursery returned from looking after the baby. Ed lent back toward her to talk to her and tell her what was happening. The woman placed her hands on his shoulders, looked at him sadly and she mournfully told him, "you know that's not actually her, it cant be her, it’s Polly (which I now realise was his daughter’s name, who apparently has powers) playing a prank."

Ed seemed to accept this and I got up to try and get his attention back because it wasn’t Polly and I was right there, I was so frustrated and angry that that the woman had said that and that Ed had believed her so easily.

And then I woke up.

TL;DR Ed accidentally killed me and then in the next couple of years he and Oswald got together and raised a kid. And then maybe Ed could see me as a ghost or something.

#nygmobblepot #edward nygma #ed nygma #oswald cobblepot #the riddler #the penguin #dreams #gotham #riddlebird

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askunfortunatesisters · 5 years

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Azalea was unaware of the fighting happening In the palace. She stood at the entrance, coincidentally on the same spot that Halwynn had landed on when she pushed him all those years ago. The evening was calm as far as she knew, a cool breeze sifted through her fur.

Yip sat next to her, lightly tapping his tail on the floor. The two were waiting for an important visitor, one who never sent word ahead of time of his visit.

Wynn.

Azalea forced herself to hold her head high. Her claws gripped the ground and anxiety almost prevented her from breathing. Again and again, she told herself to hold it together. She asked for this position, now pay the price.

She couldn't let Halwynn and Wynn meet. That would be an absolute disaster. The two hated each other. A lot. She’d try and talk out here.

Yip looked up at her and gave her a reassuring nudge with his head. "It's gonna be okay." He said. He knew she was anxious. She didn’t know his father quite as well as Farfalle did. She never creeped on conversations between him and Halwynn. He wished he knew how to reassure her, but unfortunately, he did not.

"Something tells me it's not." Azalea admitted. "Wynn never gives word ahead of time. Something must be wrong."

"That's true.... But maybe he only did that to annoy your dad." Yip said.

"Maybe... But still."

Their quiet conversation was cut short as Wynn himself trotted through the gates, leaving the guards to look back at him with irritation. He was supposed to wait for permission to enter.

The large glaceon halted in front of Azalea and Yip. Azalea didn't often have to look up at others, but Wynn was one of the few she had to. He was that big. Her eyes were almost level with his. Age was starting to show on him though, she could see gray strands of hair on his pelt if the light hit him just right.

She offered the king of Icefall a smile and bowed. "Hello, Wynn. It's good to see you."

Yip stood up to greet his father with a headbutt. " HI DAD!"

Wynn barely budged as he patted Yip on the head. He smiled brightly at both of them. " Hello, you two. I'm glad you got my message."

"I almost threw it away... You never send word of your arrival ahead of time. I thought it was a fake." Azalea said in a lighthearted manner.

Wynn chuckled. "I only did it this time because of importance. I have to be professional sometimes, you know."

Azalea nodded, her smile fading a little. "What did you want to talk about?"

Wynn sat down and took a breath, closing his eyes. " People who have died are starting to come back to life again...." he started. Azalea frowned heavily.

"Including my queen."

Shock struck Yip and Azalea heavily. Yip seemed to almost freeze. Azalea could see frost rapidly forming on the small glaceon’s pelt. She lowered her ears. "We've had a similar problem.... " She answered weakly. "Ever since our.... Parasite problem.... I've gotten a few reports of similar things happening..... And.... well..." She looked down, and then up again. "The same thing happened to Halwynn."

Wynn nodded. " I see... Normally I would suggest a solution for the problem." He said. " But for once, I am unsure. I do not kill innocent people. I cannot send the risen back to rest." He said, defeated.

Azalea shook her head. "I'm not sure what I should do either. I... Want to find the cause before I come up with a solution..."

Yip sat deathly quiet next to Wynn. News of his mother had made his mind go frantic with panic. His mother died after his birth, and now suddenly, she was back. He couldn't form words to speak, he didn't know what to say. Wynn could feel how tense he was, and craned his head down to press against Yips.

" Glynn, your mother is not mad at you. She has already met your sister, and cant wait to see you, too." Wynn said, attempting to comfort his smaller son.

Yip parted his mouth to speak, but it was still difficult. "... I.. Don’t know what I'm supposed to say." He admitted bluntly.

Azalea frowned and leaned over to press her nose against his. "You can take all the time you need... I don’t mind you heading home for a while to spend time with your family." She told him.

Yip only continued to inwardly panic. He nodded, still unsure of what to say about the situation.

Wynn gave his son one last nuzzle before lifting his head. " So Azalea...."

Azalea gave Yip a small lick on the cheek before lifting her head to look at Wynn.

"How are Lynrise and Valorien doing? I went to visit them on my way here, but they seem to have left the home I offered them." He asked. It was his attempt at changing the subject to something lighter.

Azalea felt her blood run cold. Like her soul left her body. She froze in place staring at Wynn.

He didn’t know.

“That’s not my story to tell.” Azalea forced out to sound like she was speaking normally. “Perhaps you can talk to Lynrise. She’s here, somewhere.“

Wynn picked up on the strain in Azalea’s voice. Odd, he thought. He nodded and stood up. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, however, a pained yelp rang through the air, followed by an angry growl.

“Well now. I’d recognize that sound anywhere. I guess death didn’t change Halwynn’s tendency to get ass beatings, did it.” Wynn remarked smugly.

“We should probably investigate.” Azalea said. Normally, she wouldn’t have said ‘we’. She knew that Wynn would have come anyways, and there was no turning him away from a chance to ruin Halwynn.

Yip,somewhat grateful for the distraction, rose to his feet and started heading inside. Azalea and Wynn followed after him. Azalea could barely breath as they walked.

She was not looking forward to the rest of the day.

#ic #plot #o boi #i'll art for the next post i swear

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