#fic: sharp teeth

[dearly-somber]

sharp teeth | m.list

pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

sum. Jungkook—a love struck puppy pining for Y/N’s affection. Y/N—an oblivious, hard-headed tsundere too thick to realize a shifter likes her. What could go wrong?

genre. slow burn, unrequited pining, mutual pining, eventual romance, shifter/werewolf!au, eventual smut, i2l (idiots-to-lovers), f2l (friends-to-lovers), fluff, humor, drama, angst, found family, established relationship, high school!au, university!au

total w/c. 16,441 (including drabbles)

overall rating. 13+

collection. mini-series

a/n. Main Series and Drabbles are finally in chronological order, woo-hoo! This fic is available to read on AO3!

Listen to the <Sharp Teeth> playlist on Spotify!

© dearly-somber 2022–

started. June 30th, 2022. finished.

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Main Series

It’s An Affectionate Thing | Jun 30th, 2022

Naked | Jun 18th, 2022

Yours | Jun 30th, 2022

Warm | Jun 30th, 2022

Purr | Nov 8th, 2023

RBF | Oct 30th, 2023

Because It’s Soft | Feb 26th, 2023

stand still (i’m sniffing you) | Feb 19th, 2024

Twister | Sept 16th, 2023

Haircut | Nov 30th, 2023

Heat Stroke | Jun 10th, 2023

Body Art |

What’s The Prob? Dog. |

Oh No! |

I Like Me Better |

The Moon Will Sing |

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Drabbles

Sharp Teeth | Jun 30th, 2022

Feel The Burn |

In My Bed |

20/20 Vision | Jan 28th, 2024

Jungkook staying at Y/N’s house |

Girl Talk |

Whine, Whimper, Weep | Sept 26th, 2023

Graduation |

Drugs, Sex, and Alcohol |

Soft Blankets, Cold Days |

All The Right Ways |

Do It Again |

Cuddling With Your Partner |

Y/N meeting Jungkook’s parents |

Y/N’s parents meeting the pack |

Love You Like That |

‘cause your love, is my drug |

[moonlight-stalker]

# 93 Dcu x Dp

Nightingale industry is a big name like Wayne Enterprises, they are known to make clean energy and make all kinds of electronics that had a sci-fi look to them. All of it is run by a man named Daniels Nightingale from what the bats can find was that the Nightingale industry had started as a company known as Vladco that was combined with a small company known as Fenton Works. From what the bats can find Vladco mostly created weapons and Fenton works built all kinds of things that use some unknown power source but they also build the same kind of weapons that Vladco made. The problem was that the bats can not find what type of weapons they used to make, but they did find blueprints of a portal in both companies and a newer one that seem to belong to Nightingale.

They want to figure out what Daniel Nightingale is planning the problem is that Nightingale is known to never accepted an invitation to any gathering or event, and he has never been known to do business deals face to face.

[tadpolebobatea]

I haven’t drawn a mermaid since like…2020. This was delightful.

Why does this drawing exist? Well because I thought mermaid tella would be cute and I thought “I should write a fic”. Then I remembered I can’t write, so I made this instead

As mentioned I can’t write so I’ll just dump the headcanon things I had here

Tella can’t talk, he whistles and clicks like a dolphin but billy is teaching him morse code as a means of communication.

Billy is an ex-pirate who lives by the beach with Tatiana. I had the silly concept of billy wearing two eye patches as a pirate, just to screw with people and hopefully throw them off with the “ he definitely can’t see me” thing (which tbf he can’t )

I had 2 separate first meeting things, one is Tella singing and billy getting distracted and falling off a boat and tella dragging him out of the water to stop him drowning and the other is Billy coming across an injured mermaid and going from there. I like to think wound treating is a big deal to merfolk since being injured is basically a death sentence as a fish so having someone help with that is … important.

Tella isn’t a name, I like to think it’s a translation thing, mer don’t have conventional names epithets are more common. Tella doesn’t sing due to… tragic reasons I haven’t fleshed out yet… so they refer to him as “one who speaks “ or something like that, which billy interprets as teller (Tella).

Like

Billy : you got a name ?

Tella : * incomprehensible chirping noises *

Billy : I don’t have the equipment to pronounce that, got anything else?

Tella: <it more or less means speaker >

Billy : tella then B)

[ullybug]

Swaymark + transformation :D

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5* sentence fic about it.

"So I guess you aren't starting tonight?" Linus asks of the puppy half-buried under the gear piled in Sway's stall.

It yips at him, impressively disdainful for a ball of soft, brown fur. The grumpy eyes on such a tiny face make him laugh, loud and bright — the little thing's tail can't help but wag, which only adds to Linus' mirth and its own indignance.

"Oh," he coos it, he just can't help himself, "I know it's not your fault, Sway. We'll figure it out."

The puppy lets out a little sigh, finally deigning to crawl out of its pile of gear and curl up at Ully's thigh. He rests a hand over it's hindquarters ever-so-delicately — it's just... so small.

"You will miss the start, though. I'm pretty sure there is a rule about dogs playing hockey," he says, because he really can't resist. Might as well poke the bear while the bear is shaped like a very small dog, he figures.

[swashbucklery]

Was thinking about fic before bed and my brain fed met the most insane Kit/Jade AU in which Jade was secretly a werewolf and trying to hide it from Kit. And it culminated in the most dramatic scene, where [the danger] was happening and Jade looking directly into Kit’s eyes like, “Whatever happens, remember what I said. Remember that [the monster] was cursed, right? That [the atrocities] weren’t their fault. Remember that I love you.”

And Kit just like, “Yeah, yeah of course. I love you. What’s going to happen?”

AND THEN I WOKE UP but fuck me is that a fic, also @isaidquirky come collect your dream.

[innytoes]

The generator gave me space and fae AU, which just sounds awesome.

Okay but the first vivid mental image I had was Willie, an astronaut floating in space, with a cracking helmet, and this ethereal being coming to him and promising him safety, they're a benevolent species, here to help, how quaint your spaceship is, tell us more about your species and I'll save your life...

Willie is like: dope, aliens are gonna save me, this might as well happen. Not what I expected from the first mission to Mars but okay.

Turns out aliens and fae are really one in the same. They left Earth a while ago, convinced the humans would never progress beyond their own moon, if that. But are very charmed that they're still spoken of in stories and myths.

Caleb delights in taking a human form, albeit a sparkly one. He probes Willie's brain for all kinds of things, like Music and Technology and oh damn, you humans have only gotten more bloodthirsty and destructive since we left.

Willie is Not Too Fond of the cheerful, gleeful way he says it.

After a ridiculous amount of probing (of his brain, not his butt, though Caleb did catch that errant thought and they had a very awkward conversation about Sci-Fi Tropes), Willie is let loose on the spaceship.

He meets Reggie, who has been with the fae since they were actually on Earth. He stepped into a fairy ring somewhere around 900 AD. He is very relieved to hear Dogs are still a thing, and is also fascinated when Willie tells him about life on Earth now and what he missed.

He meets Luke, an alien who seems remarkably human except for the extra pair of arms and the fact that he only communicates in song. (Reggie confesses once that he's not sure if all of his species are like that, or if Luke is just Like That).

He meets Alex, who communicates through taps, who is fascinated with Willie's long hair and his laugh and whose pointy ears make Willie make the 'live long and prosper' sign at him. Which of course he does not understand, but it's still pretty cute when he does it back.

He slowly learns Alex' language, Reggie and Luke translating for him until he has a grasp of it. Willie was always a a quick learner, after all.

Eventually, they manage to escape from Caleb's space ship and they crash land back on what Willie thinks is Earth... until he realises the Molinas are very much Not Human. Still, they seem pretty chill, and their society is willing to help Willie keep the earth safe from the fae, and also, you know, let these four aliens stay.

Reggie is very happy to find that Something That Vaguely Resembles A Dog lives on the Molina's planet.

They all live happily ever after except for Caleb whose plans on world and galaxy domination are thwarted.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

okay but what's the point of making Merchant fanart if he's not a little creepy?

just a bit Not Right?

i need him with too-wide of eyes and a too-wide smile, teeth too sharp and scars a bit too deep.

i need him with a roman or arched nose of some kind, curved and gorgeous

blue eyes? don't care, you turn the lights off and they go orange-red.

take off the mask? he's got facial scars and you can see some of his teeth even when his mouth is closed.

open his mouth? he'll let out a few long, evidently inhuman tongues and wrap them around your wrist while he grins.

him once he sheds the coat? has a bit of heft and fluff to him, OR he's INCREDIBLY skinny and just ever-so-slightly disproportionate because it's MERCHANT

he's GOTTA be fuckin' creepy, 'tis what makes him so gorgeous tbh

in both the original and the remake, he was always somewhat OFF in so many ways despite being so friendly.

[hraishin]

Kakashi bites as a form of affection and the reason why Gai has so many of the green suits is that actually all of them end up with holes from Kakashi's fangs because of all the biting that ensues when they're together

[quietwingsinthesky]

That random plot point where Jack gets turned into a dog except it’s both the twins on accident and now Lucifer has a lapful of puppy trying to bite his fingers

Marie had sharp little teeth and a propensity to gnaw on Lucifer, and that was before she got turned into a puppy. She clambers over her snoozing brother, stepping on Jack's ear until he whines and wakes up enough to nip at her paws, and snuffles at Lucifer's face and jaw and ear when he tries to turn his head away. He smiles, pets her until she snuggles back in his lap, and waits for this spell to wear off, after which he's going to have words with whoever thought it was a good idea to use magic on them.

(birthday 3 sentence ficathon! come toss a prompt!)

[dearly-somber]

It’s An Affectionate Thing | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, unrequited love, eventual romance

-> w/c. 2183

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. this one was an excuse to write biting because 🤭

-> warnings. N/A

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:21

-> fin. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 22:23

-> edited. Jul. 5th, 2022 @ 00:46

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Jungkook is… weird, to say the least.

He just randomly came up to you in class one day, sat his ass down on the edge of your desk, and started talking to you like it was a normal, everyday routine. Which it was not.

As you got to know him, he only got weirder.

If not for his clinginess (which was admittedly strange considering you’d never met a guy so touchy with a girl who wasn’t his girlfriend), you’d say his strange habit of rubbing his head against you was probably one of his weirder characteristics.

And it wasn’t even in a creepy If-you-don’t-get-away-from-me-immediately-I’m-going-to-call-the-cops kinda way, but more so a confused, what-the-fuck-are-you-doing kinda way. He’d hug you and not so subtly rub his cheek against yours, or he’d hold your hand and make up some dumb excuse to nose your wrist (he kept insisting that you were wearing perfume when he knew you didn’t).

One time—while hugging you—he pressed his face into your neck and just… inhaled. He hasn’t done it again after you unceremoniously shoved his face away with a warning not to do it again unless he wanted to keep both his eyes, but it was beyond weird and (dare I say) creepy (at the time)

He also quite literally growled at one of your classmates when he was being a misogynistic, sexist piece of shit and wouldn’t leave you alone. And sometimes, when he’s being a brat and moaning about how you pull away too quickly after giving him a hug, he whines. Like, back of his throat, puppy-begging-for-food kind of whine.

This in of itself would be somewhat bearable, if not for his friends. They were equally as weird, if not weirder.

There were eleven of them total, seven guys and four girls—all living in the same house near the edge of town. And despite already having such a large group, they were completely unwelcoming of outsiders, too tight-knit to allow others into their ranks. People had suspected that they were in a polyamorous relationship, or that it was some weird sex cult. They hadn’t ever specifically said that they were dating amongst themselves, and being the secretive group they were, they didn’t bother acknowledging nor denying any of the crazy school rumors.

You didn’t wanna bring the rumors up with Jungkook and make him uncomfortable, so instead you chose to ignore them and pretend they weren’t there. Jungkook tried to introduce you once, but you’d seen the way they looked at you—how they glared when you walked into the cafeteria with Jungkook glued to your hip. You’d come to the nifty conclusion that they did not like you, and as much as you wanted to make Jungkook happy by letting him introduce you to his inner circle, you didn’t wanna crush his little heart by being immediately rejected.

Coming up with excuses to avoid them was hard, but if they were anything like their youngest, it was probably for the best if you kept your distance, anyway.

How you wished you’d been able to stay away for longer.

“Jungkook, I really don’t wanna go to your house.”

“But we have to go somewhere, and you already told me that your parents don’t like me.” He whines, his big bambi eyes and pouty lips making you internally groan.

“That’s because they think you’re too clingy.” You state matter of factly, deadpanning your gaze to his arm, tightly wrapped around yours.

Grinning sheepishly, he tugs you in the direction of his housemates. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” They walk a few meters ahead of you, shoving and pushing each other while talking, rowdy laughter echoing behind them. Your heart aches for a moment, watching them enviously. They look close…

“Are we gonna be able to get anything done? There’s like. Twelve of you in one house, thirteen plus myself.” You watch them retreat further and further ahead of you, your and Jungkook’s feet dragging as you fall behind. “They don’t exactly seem like the quiet type…”

Jungkook frowns at the (hopefully) unintentional dig, clearing his throat and hesitantly intertwining your hands. When you don’t pull away, he continues. “Just give them a chance. I know the rumors are weird, but they couldn’t be farther from the truth. I promise you you’ll like them once you get to know them,” he pleads, giving you his best puppy eyes. “Please?”

You sigh, nodding concededly and reluctantly letting him pull you along. “Okay. Can we at least do the assignment somewhere private? I don’t really think your friends—”

“Family.”

The correction throws you off guard, and you stare at him. Your voice betrays you, eyes soft. “Right, your family. I don’t… I don’t think they like me very much.”

He tsks. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. But,” he turns to you and boops your nose playfully. “If it really makes you feel better, we can do the project in my room.”

His room? Why his room? Why not outside, or in the kitchen, or anywhere else but his room?

You squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “What are you planning, Jungkook?”

He grins mischievously, batting his eyelashes in an effort to make himself look more innocent than you know he is. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You scoff. “Pervert.”

Jungkook giggles in response, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning into you while not so subtly sniffing your hair.

…Brat.

Jungkook drags you upstairs to his room before any of his housemates can snatch you away from him, not bothering to listen to their rowdy complaints. He knows that they’ll overwhelm you the second they get their claws on you, and he’d preferably not scare you away just when you’re getting more comfortable around him.

He practically throws you onto his bed, followed directly by his overexcited body knocking the breath out of you. Jungkook huffs weirdly before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, hands laying curled up into your sides. Groaning, your hands shoot out to his shoulders, trying to push him off. “Can’t— can’t breathe—“

“Sorry,” he sheepishly grins, pushing himself up by his hands to look down at you with his hair flopping over his head. You catch your breath, feeling the immense relief at not having his full weight on top of you, too preoccupied to notice the compromising position you’re in—him hovering over you with his knees slotted on either side of your waist. Jungkook looks concerned when he asks, “Can you breathe yet?”

“Yeah… yeah, I can breathe. Can you uh,” your cheeks burn and you avoid meeting his eyes, your hands sliding from his shoulders. “Can you get off, please?”

“Oh, I— sorry, I’m sorry.” He gets off of you faster than you expected him to, sitting cross legged on the opposite side of the bed to give you some space. You copy him, staring at one another awkwardly. It’s your first time being in his house, let alone his room, and your heart stutters when you realize he closed the door behind you on your way in. Just great. You look at him, biting the inside of your lip. Jungkook has proven to be a very sweet boy, but he is still a boy—and you are a girl. Alone. In his bedroom.

You don’t want him getting the wrong idea.

“Listen, Kook…” He perks up, listening to you attentively. Taking an encouraging breath, you continue. “I hope you didn’t choose your room for ulterior motives, because I came here for school. I’m not going to have sex with you—“

Jungkook’s whole face turns red, frantically shaking his hands in front of you. “No no no! No, I’d never—I don’t, I don’t see you that way, I promise!” He rambles, scooting away from you in an effort to convince you that that’s not why he chose this location. Grinning stupidly, you reach over and pat his knee.

“Okay, okay, I believe you. Relax.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking. He just wanted to make you feel more comfortable… he didn’t think you’d take it the wrong way. Rolling your eyes at the cute pout on his lips, you ruffle his hair playfully. “Let’s get started, hm?”

You turn your back to him so that you can reach into your bag and grab your things, rifling through the books inside to look for your laptop. What you don’t notice is the weight of Jungkook’s eyes on your back—watching you and admiring the annoyed pout on your lips with a soft smile.

“Found it! So,” you cross your legs and situate the keyboard in your lap. “What do you wanna start with first? I was thinking we could start with, uhm…” Your voice dies in the back of your throat when you catch sight of Jungkook’s dazed, strangely affectionate half-smile. You clear your throat, cheeks heating up because why the fuck is he looking at you like you’ve hung the stars?

“Uhm… Jungkook?”

“Right, sorry,” he shakes his head as if to bring himself back to reality. “Why don’t we start with research first?” He’s hesitant, and you feel bad. He must think you’re going to say no.

“Sounds good. My screen is pretty small, though.” You bite your lip, thinking about how you could share the screen in a way that he wouldn’t hurt his neck.

“Uhm. I—I have… can you scoot a bit closer to the headboard?”

You look at him questioningly but give in to his hopeful puppy eyes. Sighing, you scoot back until he places a gentle hand on your knee to halt your movements. You try and look at his face but he looks down so that it’s hidden by his hair. “Jungkook?” You whisper, hesitant to increase your volume.

Jungkook either doesn’t hear you or he ignores you, clambering toward you distractedly and shifting in behind you. You suck in a breath, the hair on your arms raising. He slots his legs on either side of you, pulling you to his chest by your waist and hesitantly resting his chin on your shoulder. The closeness freezes you to the spot, and you swear you can feel him eyeing the side of your face for a reaction.

You exhale through your teeth and will yourself to relax in his arms despite your racing heart. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook smiles, locking his hands around your waist and inhaling your scent as subtly as possible. You ignore him and clear your throat. “Shall we start with origin?” You whisper, unable to raise your voice due to the suffocating closeness, cheeks red and heart beating ten times too quickly.

Jungkook hums next to your ear. If he notices your racing heartbeat, he doesn’t comment on it.

Y/N yawns tiredly, apologizing in a half-asleep voice.

“Just take a break,” Jungkook pleads, trying to move her arms out of the way and biting back a growl of frustration when she swats his hands away from the screen.

“I’m fine.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open!” He reasons, pulling away to look at the back of her head. Stupid, stubborn girl. “Come on, Y/N. We’ve been working on this for hours. Let’s just take a quick break. Please?”

“We’re so close to finishing…” She sounds dejected, another yawn leaving her lips. Jungkook frowns at her, trying to figure out how to get her to put away her stupid computer and just take a nap, for gods sake. Knowing that this is the only course of action that’ll direct her attention to something other than this stupid class assignment, he determinedly leans forward.

You yelp in surprise, turning to Jungkook with wide eyes. Did he just—

“Did you just fucking bite me?” Your voice is filled with newfound life and energy, jaw hanging as you look down at your shoulder. Looking at him, you find no remorse in those chocolate brown eyes… only a smug, satisfied expression.

“Yes.” He laughs at the horror on your face, shaking his head as if he knows something you don’t. “It’s an affectionate thing, I promise.”

“How is you biting me an ‘affectionate thing’?” You hiss, watching as he shakes his head, hair flopping around his face cutely.

“It just is,” he shrugs. You squint suspiciously, setting the laptop down next to you while silently planning his demise.

Jungkook eyes you warily and yells when you punch his arm, rubbing the spot furiously. “What was that for!”

“Would you rather I bite you back?” You snap threateningly, sitting on your knees to look down at him. Jungkook’s eyes widen at the threat, his cheeks and the top of his ears going beet red. You grin to yourself evilly, crawling towards him. Your eyes squint in a silent threat, prowling like a bloodthirsty animal. “Just wait until I sink my teeth into you… c’mere!”

Jungkook yelps, jumping up from the bed and running away from you while incoherently yelling that no, only he’s allowed to bite you.

“Why?”

“I— I can’t tell you!”

“Guess I’m gonna bite you, then—“

“—Y/N NO!”

[thedeafprophet]

hmm. hands in mouth art. happy weekend

[jittyjames]

oh nooooo i missed wip wednesday yesterday but here’s my latest wip anyway. it’s a jcs vampire au for whump: the musical (pssst for the prompt fill ritual)

"Will it hurt?" he whispered, nervously glancing up at his ocean eyes. Desire and hunger were swimming in the deep depths of them, his pupils dark pits of need. Judas could see himself getting lost in them. He wanted to nestle into the icy hand encircling his chin, pressing harshly against the bone. The grip was one of stone, and it ached deliciously. Jesus could have broken him in half if he wanted to. The fact that he could, but he wouldn't— that's what had Judas' blood pumping deliciously and dizzyingly fast through the blue of his veins. Jesus so obviously thought so, too, those starving pits becoming glisteningly dark abysses.

"Beloved," the word lilted from his chest, making a chill overtake Judas' flesh— invigorating, jolting, thrilling. He sent him that sharpened smile, the one that quirked minutely at his petal lips and dimpled his cheek. Jesus tilted his head up, and Judas could have whimpered at the concept of being unable to look upon his soon-to-be creator. The stars filled Judas' sights instead. They were blurred and sparkling overhead, twinkling in the twilight sky, winking as if they hung there just for him to see on this night. "Complete devotion is often a painful thing. Rebirth can be agonizing. But immortality by my side? There's nothing more blissful. You shall live the life you deserve. I will make it all worth it."

He could suddenly feel the warmth of his breath against the extended flesh of his throat. It tickled over his skin, and it was enough to make Judas inhale briskly, the cool air flooding into his lungs.

“That is one thing you will always have my word on.”

[vargaslovinghours]

Known for his stunning smile and striking gaze

[hailsatanacab]

Living Children Yet Undead Soldiers

Oh man what a title!! So much potential! It would work so well with a pure DC fic, exploring death and the Robins - possibly through a Jason Todd pov (I mean he just really lends himself to this, doesn't he, can you just imagine the angst?????) but they must be a dime a dozen and idk if I could ever give that any justice

AND! As we all know, my brain rot rn is solidly dpxdc, so I'm afraid that's where I'm taking this title 😅

I'm thinking: older Danny, mid-to-late 20s, established Ghost King, but retired Phantom - he's still fresh enough to remember the pain/anger/hurt that comes with being a child hero, as well as the incredible fulfilment and happiness and sense of achievement, of making a difference, too. He has both sides of this, he knows what it's like, so when he meets the batfam for dinner (is it a Grayson brother situation like @tumbling-darkling 's fic? That'd be cool), he watches as each of them files in and becomes more and more agitated as he realises that most of them have died. He's not stupid, he knows who they are and he knows how dangerous the hero game is - and at least they've been resurrected without any lasting damage. They're not even that liminal! But still...

Things come to a head when Jason walks in and he's like oh fuck, he's halfway to a ghost himself and he doesn’t even know it - and he can't hold himself back any more. It's no longer about making sure these kids don't get hurt again, now it's about making sure these kids know the consequences of what they're doing, making sure that Batman isn't taking advantage of their youth and naivety, making sure that they're all okay after the truly harrowing ordeal of dying.

Because Danny knows. He knows how hard all of it is, how the crushing weight of responsibility sits heavy on your shoulders. How it feels to fail.

If he's being brought into this family, he will not stand seeing them all thrust into danger - he won't take their alter-egos away from any of them, that won't help, but he won't sit by and say nothing. He can't.

This is his first meeting with the batfam and everyone's nervous: they can tell he's anxious, angry, he's gripping the silverware too tight, breathing hard through his nose. Everyone's on their best behaviour, trying to make a good impression for Dick’s sake, but they're already messing this up?

And then Jason walks in, followed by Damian, who can't be any older than when Danny himself died, and that's it. That's enough.

Danny slams his knife and fork down and turns to Bruce, nostrils flaring and barely concealed anger on his face. "Bruce, do you mind if I have a quick talk with the kids in private?"

He forces a smile on his face, takes a deep breath to relax, but it barely softens his expression at all. "Nothing to worry about, just want to introduce myself properly and I'd prefer to do that sibling to sibling, you know how it is. Please."

Bruce doesn't want to leave. At all. Something is off and he doesn't like it - if he can't be privy to this conversation then it's not happening. Do you think he's stupid? He's not leaving his kids in the hands of someone he hasn't met properly, someone who is definitely agitated, and is definitely hiding something.

Either he leaves after some reassurances from Dick, or Danny says "Fuck it, fine, I'll do this here and now. I wanted to be discreet, but fuck it - I know who you all are and frankly, fuck you, Bruce."

Cue angry, righteous rant about death and responsibility and how disgraceful it is to manipulate children into becoming soldiers in Batman's own quest for justice.

"They're children, Bruce. They don't deserve to face death every single night and as much as they think they are, they're not invincible. One day one of them will die, truly die, and they won't come back from it. What will you do then?"

Oh man this really got away from me, I really enjoyed this title 😅😅 I'm going to leave it there partly because idk how it would end and also partly because this is now long as fuck haha

send me a title and I'll make up a fic outline

[fakeasmr]

Sans vs. Mayoi, who wins?

In a fight? I think the skeleton with magic powers has this in the bag

[havenotwillnotreadthebooks]

Me, writing “Fingolfin looks at his kinsman, eyeing the fangs chewing at Elrond’s lips with a nostalgic curiosity.” : Oh I am so going to give the Arafinwion’s fangs.