#like!!! ggh man i just do not enjoy them

[cookiepie111]

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Killer x (black) fem reader

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @doubleohsandwich cause if they didn't send me to more killer fic, this wouldn't have happened! I don't know what went through me when I wrote this, but damn enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Warning: NSFW, overstimulation, fem black reader

It was only some teasing, just something to make him blush under his mask.

" Lol I want you to overstimulate me hahha " "okay but you have to ask properly" huh no way he took that so seriously. " I was only joking.

" were you?" He questioned. your breath stopped.... "well when you're ready to ask properly let me know" after that he left the room 'hmmm how embarrassing' The next night you stood infront of him nervously shifting from leg to leg "mhhh can you please overstimulate me " you couldn't bare to look him in the eyes "no" he flaty replied "ah! Why I asked you properly this time!"

"No you didn't" squeezing your face between his thumb and index finger "Ask. Me. Properly" ah now you really couldn't breath, throat feeling thight. Why where you feeling so hot and bothered by this... Shifting back trying to rub your leggs together, killer took note of this sighing and squeezing your face to again to remind you. He went back to the chair after a bit of silence but you couldn't help it your brain was wracking through what happened and how this man could destroy you if he wanted, he wasn't usually like this... this makes it even better. Approaching him slowly you climbing into his lap, rubbing into his chest, looking up at him through your lashes pouting "Hmm please killer I really need you to overstimulate me" your eyes didn't leave his this time. His breath hitched, to have you pleading for such a thing with an innocent look on your face so confidently .... it made his cock twitch in excitement. he let out a shaky breath, he couldn't get all excited now, the main event hadn't event started.

Killer had you folded in on yourself legs reaching your chest, a new position he had found for you tonight. Now you could feel his dick in stomach and he was doing exactly what you asked of him. He'd made you cum 3 times now. Twice with his fingers and once with his dick .

"ggh.. hhh. Kil" you couldn't even form a sentence at this point. Your babbling drowned out by the wet slapping sounds of your skin meeting. Not that your complaining would have mattered, nothing could have stopped the brutal pace killer had on you now. Each thrust was drilling you further into the mattress, he couldn't stop, he had to get more cries out of you or how else would he know if he'd fulfilled your request, he needed to make sure you were thoroughly fucked out of your mind. You felt light headed, brain fuzzy, mouth open, all sense gone. The pressure from his body over you was a reminder, that it wasn't over yet, that you couldn't pass out just yet. It was the only thing keeping you grounded. "Ahhh!" you felt so good around his dick. were you still that hungry for his dick? He thought. You kept sucking him in. Killer was playing a dangerous game even with all that you still had so much left to give. You're were driving him crazy, you still won't let up, gripping him tightly,causing him to delve deeper in your velvet walls, what a terrible cycle the both of you were in. The more you'd clench the deeper he'd wanted to go. But you were about to give, each breath you took was short and heavy, your legs were starting to give out. "not yet baby, wait a little for me okay" killer spoke so close to your ear, words pouring straight through your brain. Tears were already decorating your cheeks, eyes rolling back. Killer pulled back moving his hands under your thighs pushing them further, he needed to be deeper in you, he lean down licking up your tears .Pollowing into you with sure a pace, you squeezed hard on his cook ripping a groan from him, your mouth hung open but no words would come out, all you were seeing was white, your nails digging deep into killers skin leaving trails of red behind. The hot feeling at your core finally burst. Squirting. Killer couldn't quite register what happened fast enough, after he'd cum. Looking down to where the two of you met, his stomach was wet

oh you were totally fucked dumb

[dream-meister-translations]

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 12

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YMIR / ?? : Ggh… Gghh-Aahhhh!? EMMA : Ymir! YMIR / ?? : Ugh… Ha… Ha-ha… Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha! YMIR / ?? : My, my, would you look at your faces? EMMA : ..What? YMIR / ?? : Each and every last one of them. Faces, faces, faces, all their faces…If only… I could get a closer look~ YMIR / ?? : I'm going to make you mine, my love, my everything!!

GRANDFLAIR : Emma, stay back. He only seems interested in you. CROW : Jeez. He has quite the personality, doesn't he? LEN : That is nothing like Ymir. EMMA : Len, I think Ymir has gone crazy because of the Black Fairy possessing him.

LEN : Ymir is cunning, arrogant, and strong! There's no way he is this bad at hitting on women! EMMA : Is that a compliment? LEN : I guess, in a way. He's still a piece of shit. Watch out, I'm gonna beat the shit outta him and snap him outta this! SION : You can't, Len. Only Emma has the power to handle what has possessed Ymir. LEN : Shut it! You little shit!

━BATTLE━

YMIR : …….!? EMMA : (He's so quiet all of a sudden!) LEN : Hey, Ymir! You okay? YMIR : …..Len…Is my face okay? LEN : Ha! If only I'd beaten it to a pulp, that woulda been fun! EMMA : (Thank God, he seems to be back to normal…) TESTAMENT : ………. CROW : So Testament, are you the one who's using the black fairies to destroy dreams?

*FLASHBACK* NANASHI : Our goal is to use the black fairies to destroy as many human dreams as possible.

*END FLASHBACK *

CROW : What is your goal? Testament refuses to answer Crow's question. Staring daggers into me. Unblinking. EMMA : (He's so scary…) TESTAMENT : I see. So that is your power. It still won't be enough.

EMMA : ……..!? NAVI : Stay away from my master!! EVAN : I will destroy you! TESTAMENT : You are as powerless as insects buzzing in a house. NAVI : Aah! EVAN : Ugh…! GRANDFLAIR : Himmel! What's wrong? HIMMEL : My body…I can't move it… CROW : Damn it! He's got a lotta lackeys! They just keep coming!

TESTAMENT : Enjoy playing with my men while I speak with Emma. CROW & GRANDFLAIR & SION : …….!! With that, Testament cupped my cheeks gently in his hands and pulled my body closer to him. EMMA : Let go of me!

TESTAMENT : You've got a lot of fight in you. Just like your father. You truly are the daughter of Eden. Before I could pause and ponder on his words, he was leaning down and planting a kiss to my forehead. My blood felt like it was boiling. Heart pulsing violently in my chest was painful, it felt like it were trying to crack open my ribcage to escape. Suddenly, my ears were buzzing and I felt myself sinking into unconsciousness. TESTAMENT : Huh…!?

My blurred vision cleared and I saw a familiar man. Crow had managed to escape Testament's hold and he'd pulled me free from his clutches. TESTAMENT : How did you break through my men!?

CROW : Don't touch Emma like that, you creep! GRANDFLAIR : That's right! TESTAMENT : ………… GRANDFLAIR : She's our guild keeper! If you wanna take her, you're gonna have to go through us! SION : We killed all of your lackeys. Now all that's left is you, you pervert. TESTAMENT : ………… For a moment, Testament looked frightened. However, it didn't last long.

TESTAMENT : Look who it is. What are you doing here? EMMA : Nanashi!? NANASHI : You've gone too far this time, Testament. What if you push her too hard? TESTAMENT : We've accomplished what we set out to do today. CROW : Wait! I'm not gonna just let you leave! I've still got lotsa questions I need to ask! NANASHI : Your priority right now is not with us. EVAN : ………. MATEO : ……….. EMMA : Is everyone okay!? CROW : ………….. NANISHI : Wise decision.

SION : I'd love nothing more than to smash your face in with a ball of light magic. NANASHI : Hmmm? Oh, you're the one from Sorciana! From the looks of things, you and Mateo are getting along splendidly. That is very good news. SION : Getting along splendidly? He's insane! NANASHI : Well, that's it for me then. I'll be seeing you very soon. With that, Nanashi turned around and disappeared into the darkness with Testament. SION : Looks like all their lackeys are gone too. EMMA : Navi, are you and the others okay!? NAVI : Sorry, Master… HIMMEL : I need to go back into the key now… EMMA : (They're acting so strange…I'm worried…) CROW : Are you okay, Emma? EMMA : Yeah…

While offering him an affirmative nod, I can still feel the heat on my forehead from the kiss. EMMA : (What did he do to me…? It's all a blur…)

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NOAH : Itsuki, there are so many boxes. It'll take forever if we carry them out one by one just the two of us. ITSUKI : Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. NOAH : Ugh. My hands already hurt. Hey, Korokuro, can you carry these? KOROKURO : Kuruu!! ITSUKI : I still don't think we can carry it all ourselves. I should call for some help. NOAH : Hey!! ITSUKI : What's this smoke!? NOAH : Uuurgh!! KOROKURO : ..………

[senjuushi]

Murata’s Rabies Moment — Translation

Soooooo..... turns out Murata is rabid. OAO Like, worse than Gras. Someone in the Discord sent this lovely scene to me, so now y’all can see just how vicious our dearly detested eyebrow man is. He’s growing on me so much, and shit like this isn’t helping slkuyjshfgs

Also, Hachikyu’s posture indicates someone who’s used to getting hit imo. Y’all know it’s true. >:3c

**TRANSLATION BELOW**

Murata: Mmm... delicious, delicious. 

*some conversation later*

Chairman Sid: What’s this? You three... you’re Musketeers from Japan, aren’t you? 

Murata: ...hm? Who is this person?

Chairman Sid: Yes, you definitely are. I am Lieutenant General Sid Copel, the Board Chairman of Philcrevert Allied Forces Military Academy.

Murata: Oh, is that so? What business do you have with us, then? 

Chairman Sid: I caught sight of you all enjoying yourselves, that’s all. You’re doing well here, I take it? No problems? 

Hachikyu: Well, except for how Murata’s always pushing me around and what a pain in the ass classes and training are, everything’s normal. 

Murata: Yes. As our living necessities are well-met, I can think of no troubles, in particular.

Arisaka: ......

Chairman Sid: What is it? Do you have any problems in your school life?

Arisaka: ...Arisaka has no problems either. 

Chairman Sid: That’s good to hear... Mm...

Chairman Sid: ...Arisaka-kun, one more thing. As your teacher, I must teach you about a small bit of courtesy. 

Hachikyu: (...ah, shit.)

Chairman Sid: When you’re speaking to someone, you should look them in the eyes. At an academy, such courtesy is required. 

—

*Murata punches Chairman Sid*

Chairman Sid: —Ggh!

Master: (Murata suddenly stood up and hit the Chairman hard enough to knock him off his feet. The Chairman fell to the floor from the sudden attack, while the students around us gaped at the scene with shock.) 

Hachikyu: Ah—! He actually fucking did it!

Chairman Sid: N... Nnh... What do you think you’re doing!? 

Murata: ......

Master: (Without answering, and still holding his hands in fists, Murata continues to try to attack the Chairman.)

Hachikyu: Stop, stop! Murata, please, calm down!

Murata: Move. Don’t get it my way. Despite his ignorance, he said such uncalled-for things... 

Murata: Arisaka, don’t worry. I’ll dispose of this one. 

Hachikyu: No no no! If you off this guy, it’ll be a huge problem! He’s a Lieutenant General!! A very important person!!! 

Murata: What of it? One such as an incompetent superior officer shall end up killed by his own men.

Hachikyu: This isn’t the damn battlefield, and you can’t just kill people when there are witnesses looking right at you! So stop for now, please!? 

Hachikyu: If it were to be said that incompetent behavior is disrespectful, pointing it out yourself, as the teacher, it's honestly... Ah, never mind! And anyway, Stop!! Please!!

Russell: You all, what is going on here—?

Hachikyu: Ah! Good timing getting here. Please, stop Murata! Don’t just stand there, quick! 

Russell: Huh... Chairman! Murata, stop! Hachikyu, please do something!

Hachikyu: I can’t do shit...! ...ah, I got it. Arisaka, you’re the perfect person to talk to him. Get his attention, please!

Arisaka: Talk to him... 

Arisaka: Murata. Arisaka thinks he wants to talk to you about which ingredients are the best for omurice. 

Murata: Hm...?

Master: Murata is aiming a stabbing glare at the Chairman’s back. He’s getting out of here quickly. 

Murata: Running away, I see. That Lieutenant General is a capable man in name alone. 

. . . 

Master: (Fifteen minutes later. Murata, Arisaka, and Hachikyu had been called to meet with Kyoudou and Russell. 

Kyoudou: Murata, you’re going to spend three days in the punishment cell. Hachikyu, Arisaka, I’ll leave taking care of meals to you. 

Hachikyu: Yeah, yeah, got it.  

Arisaka: Understood. 

Arisaka: The punishment cell... again?

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

Sugar-tits & Sweetcheeks

2of3

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"GHHH! NO! STOP! IT HURTS" I said as he laughed at me.

It wasn't the first I've been fucked in the ass but I didn't let him know that.

"Ah-haa... you should relax a bit then, little whore"

Slam!

"HH...GGH...HELP-P-P".

Minutes passed as he ruthlessly shoved his dick up my ass, non stop like an overheated piston.

I was delirious with the incredible pleasure and pain.

"You must learn to use every hole you got".

"GHH...MOMMIE-E-E!" I called out.

"HAAAA!" He just laughed at me.

"not so fast please, God-d-d!"

And that's when a friend of his showed up.

"Hey Danny, you hogging that bitch again?, Anyways. Hurry up, man. We've been waiting for you".

"I will be right there dude, I was just teaching this bitch how to take a fat cock up the ass".

SPURT! AAAH!

Finally I felt his big dick convulsing in my stuffed ass. He emptied load after another deep inside me.

"That was good, wasn't it sweetcheeks, but since you complained alot I'm taking this shirt too. This will teach you to be better".

I stood there completely naked with just my socks and shoes on, scared that he was going to leave me like that, but he walked me to his friends van and I got in the back with him.

"Hey guys, you

Seen Stephanie like this before? Come on have a feel, she doesn't mind, right Sweetcheeks"?

" no I don't"

"WOW!"

Some guy stuck his finger up my pussy.

"So warm, it's like I imagined, she is so wet"

"Do you mind if I take you for a spin?"

And before I could even answer he pulled me with his finger closer, using his finger like a hook in my pussy.

"take it in your mouth, I expect a good blowjob"

LICK! SLURP! I started to suck his dick.

"enjoy her" Danny said "we have an open relationship, ah-hah-haaa"

"She has no tits, but her tight holes make up for it"

"AH, your right Danny, she's flat as fuck, so she'll get rough anal instead of a nice relaxing fuck"

" please dont put it in ther, please have mercy", I half heartedly pleaded. A complete stranger was now fucking my ass hole.

"ghhh! Thats too deep, you're ripping me apart".

"You're right Danny, she does have nice holes, I'm unloading in her right now".

"OH NO! Not again, I can't believe I got sodomized twice today.

"Okay Danny, give me back my clothes, enough playing around". I pleaded.

"Maybe later sweetcheeks, you have to earn them back"

The one boy was finished with me but Danny wasn't satisfied, his other friend's cheered in the van.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me like a fuck doll.

"Awsome slut. I wonder why she doesn't ever have a boyfriend? Someone must want her pretty little cunt."

He pulled out a marker and wrote a big number 8 on me and said "I'll definitely give her an 8, maybe a 9 if her pussy feels good"

"OOOH! You hear that sweetcheeks? You got an 8 for anal".

"Now let's see how good your pussy is"

"Come here you fuckin floozie, we're not done with you yet."

Thats when he pulled me on top of him and easily made his way inside my soaking wet pussy.

"Aaah...ghh..uuh...Motherfucker!" I said.

"Shut it bitch, concentrate on squeezing my dick"

"Squeeze it for me bitch. Squeeze it like a whore in heat, OOOOH YEAH! Just like that! Soo good to fuck you steph, I'm cumming in your cunt!"

" you love to feel hot cum filling your belly dont you bitch?"

"Very good job. Im giving your pussy a big 9" he said as he drew a huge number 9 above my pussy.

Before I could catch my breath, I found myself at the hands of another boy. Everyone was cheering and shouting obscenities about my naked body as i was passed from lap to lap. It was as if I wasn't a human being, but just a common party treat for those perverted monsters.

"If you want to properly evaluate this little bitch, pass her to me, So I can test her out" one guy said.

While another said "may I try her out, I just turned 18, and never actually fucked a girl's mouth."

"AHH,NOOO! PLEASE..THIS IS ENOUGH..."

"What? Really? Of course pal, come on. Stick it in her mouth".

There was no point in resisting them. They weren't actually listening to me anyway. In fact they were enjoying my desperate protests.

"Please, No, I don't want to"

"This is how you do it, pal, you just shove it down her throat. It shuts them up immediately when they start yapping about boring girly stuff."

[scholar-thief]

[ RP LOG ]

Momori threatens Gwannes. Then they enjoy some...five hour energy.

Momori is seemingly asleep in the tall grass. She’s surrounded by several books, some open, some not. One is currently being used as a makeshift pillow. However, on closer examination, you would notice that her breath is shallow. Dehydration, perhaps? Sun exhaustion? Or maybe that’s just how she sleeps.

Gwannes | There's a grunt, a man's, that originates from somewhere near Momori. It's sudden, disrupting relatively peaceful sounds of distant fauna and rushing wind. "Nn-- Auckgh-- Nn--!" There's a scraping sound, like steel against flat stone that repeats a few times, then goes silent again.

(Momori) gwannes flying /below/ the islands like a proper suspicious fellow (Gwannes) phasing through the floor like a real shady fella (Momori) ????? is he ok?????? omg hahah (Momori) clipping into an object and taking damage from physics engine going haywire (Gwannes) source engine collision noise

Momori wakes up immediately, and assumes a defensive stance, daggers drawn. Her book pillow momentarily sticks to her face, and peels off slowly. “Who’s there?!” She looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the strange sound.

Gwannes | There's more grunts, then more silence, and this on-off pattern alternates for another short moment before there's actual movement near Momori. More specifically, an arm shoots up from beneath the edge of the floating island, a hand clawing its fingers into a depression in the rock. Attached to the arm was... a hyur, whom pulled himself up by said arm, quickly joining it with another then pulling himself up onto the ground in his entirety, rolling onto his back. "Ggh--"

Momori - With each iteration of grunts and silence, she grows increasingly cautious. By the time an arm appears from the edge of the island, she’s ready. To kill. Thankfully, her throwing knife goes whizzing over the thing that's crawling onto land like some beached seal. Face blank, she watches.

Momori: “.........................excuse me? Excuse me.”

Momori checks for pulse.

Gwannes seems winded to the point that he doesn't even register Momori's throwing knife, let alone her presence. The man halfway looks like a corpse already: From his arms to his neck to his face, the man's hide is positively covered in scars and blemishes, only capped off when he raises his head, turning to face Momori, a single eye darting to look at her. "...Uh." The man sat up, at that, blinking. "..."

Momori gets a good look at the ‘corpse.’ Bald head. Eyepatch. Though scruffy beyond belief, there’s no denying it. This thing is called ‘Gwannes.’ She narrows her eyes as the man looks to her. Suspicious.

Momori: “Care to explain yourself?”

Gwannes blinked, staring at Momori for a moment. "..." The man glanced around past Momori, then back over his shoulder at the edge of the island. "Explain what?"

Momori: “Why you were crawling up the edge of the island.” She crosses her arms.

Gwannes stares at Momori.

Gwannes looks back over his shoulder at the edge.

Gwannes looks back to Momori.

Gwannes: I had to get up.

Momori: “........................”

Momori uncrosses her arms. Twists her fingers together and stretches them, outwards. She grabs Gwanne’s right heel and menacingly pulls the man with surprising strength towards the edge once more.

Momori: “You shall tell me or you shall have a good trip in the lifestream.” She’s straining somewhat at the effort of dragging Gwannes along.

Gwannes offers... not much resistance to this, laying back and letting Momori drag him closer to the edge with little more than a token wriggling and a faint "C'mon, man..."

Gwannes closes his eye, sighing. "I hate the fucking lifesteam."

Gwannes idly swings his head backwards, gently hitting the back of his skull against the ground.

(Momori) its like when you drag a rake behind you (Momori) and it's bouncing around hitting every stray rock + pebble (Gwannes) yes

Momori: “I hear it isn’t so bad during the winter moons,” she says, as she lets go of the man’s ankle. With his body positioned close to the edge, she places her heel on his shoulder. A strong push could roll the man straight back into freefall.

Momori: “Last chance, Baldy.”

Gwannes tenses his shoulders for a moment, then places a palm against the ground and quickly rises back to a sitting position. He slips out from under Momori's heel with all the elusiveness of an earthworm. In spite of getting out from under her, he only does so to move /closer/ to the edge, scooting forward and draping the both of his legs off of the edge. "I'm tired."

Momori makes a sour face, but lets Gwannes do as he wishes. Killing a follower was a one way ticket to being kicked out of the whole expedition, and she couldn’t have that. At least, not yet. But by the gods, she was curious about why the man was ‘rock climbing’, and she hated to have the possibility of answers dangled in front of her face.

Momori: “If you’re tired, go take a nap. Or take one of these.” She pulls a small packet from her sleeve. It’s semi-transparent, and contains some red goo inside of it.

(Momori) eorzean five hour energy. gel form. (Gwannes) Momoris ultimate plan to give gwannes oskwell a pair of cement shoes

Gwannes stared down at Momori's hand. "Candy?"

Momori: “Haha. Sure!” She doesn’t say anymore. Places the questionable packet in Gwanne’s hand.

Gwannes looks to be completely willing to immediately consume someone who was threatening to murder him less than 120 seconds ago. He places the packet in his mouth and bites down on it, then swallows the entire deal.

(Momori) momori will remember this (Momori) gwannes dont take candy from suspicious lalafell!!! (Gwannes) i want Momori to grant my greatest wish and poison me to death

Momori - It all happens so fast that she doesn’t have time to tell him, no, you don’t eat the packaging. She grimaces slightly as Gwannes downs it all....but that doesn’t stop her from offering him another. “You look like you enjoyed that. Have one more.”

Gwannes blinked. "Oh, I-- I shouldn't. I don't know how strong they are."

Momori: “As long as your will is stronger, you are safe.” She covertly plants the offered energy gel into anything that resembles a pocket on Gwanne’s person. “Still tired?”

(Momori) haha wait since this is eorzea (Momori) it'd be five bell energy (Gwannes) drink drink five hour energy its not a drink more like a drink

Gwannes glanced back at Momori, at that. "Oh, well, my will isn't stronger than anything, really. We'll see, I guess." His legs, hanging out over the abyss, swung back and forth idly. "So do you normally threaten to push people off of cliffs while you're not working?"

Momori: “Well, do you normally begin a conversational encounter by pulling yourself up from the edge of a sheer drop?” She raises a brow slightly as she leans against the stalk of one of the dandelion trees.

Gwannes: I didn't know anyone was out this far.

Gwannes: Most people are sticking closer to the camp.

Momori: “For good reason. Though these places are good for a little peace and quiet.” She pauses. “And for studying the Zundu.”

Momori: “The rotund birdmen here are. Acceptably friendly. For birds.”

Gwannes presses his thumb against the backs of his knuckles, stretching his fingers. "You say that like there's a reasonable expectation. A-- Bunch of people from half a continent away come in their airship and start incessantly probing into your territory, how'd you react? There's certainly folk out here that would take a whole lot less kindly to our presence. Like the Vundu."

Gwannes paused. "Well, your presence, maybe. They know me. At least a little."

Momori holds her tongue. In Ul’dah, beastmen were, generally speaking, treated with contempt. A side note to be swept aside. Add to the fact that she simply hates birds of any form, and well...She wants to say that they don’t owe the Vanu Vanu anything, courtesy included. But she doesn’t say that.

Momori: “I. Suppose they are being reasonable, given the situation.”

Gwannes clears his throat. "Yeah, they are." His heels knock against the rock face behind them. "There are far worse places to be, as far as beastman territory. You should see some of the things that go on with the caravans that are unfortunate enough to have to cross through the Xephatoli borderlands."

Momori: “I have only heard stories.” She sits down, back against the base of the dandelion stalk. “Banditry. Vengeance. Greed. Violence. Blind belief. Such qualities are not limited to the beastfolk.”

Momori‘s gaze hardens as she lets her thoughts stew in her mind. She lets out a quiet huff, and shakes her head. “So, Gwannes. Why are /you/ with the expedition?”

Gwannes cleared his throat. "I'm not with the expedition. I'm just here temporarily."

Gwannes: I was already caught up with the Rovers before I came across anyone from this whole... group.

Momori: “Oh. You have your own beef with the Rovers then.” She shrugs. “Welcome to the club.”

Gwannes: Not like that, but--...

Gwannes: ...I wanted just to talk to Nate and then get out of here with my wife, seeing as he owes me a favor, but-- now he's indisposed, I've been told.

Momori: “He’s not exactly in the mood to talk nowadays.” She gets up and gives Gwannes and odd look. “But why not just leave with your wife then? He won’t stop you.”

Gwannes: 'Cause he owes me something.

Gwannes: It's by my own choice that I'm-- I'm stayin', not his.

Gwannes: That, and I'd like to be there when the Rovers--

Gwannes: Well, you know.

Momori figures that whatever Gwannes is asking for is immaterial. A favor that only the Father can provide. Something that cannot simply be taken.

Momori: “Yeah. When the Rovers bite the dust.” She pats herself off. “Well, see you around Gwannes. Good luck in whatever it is you’re trying to get out of Nate.”

Gwannes stands, at that. "Heading out, then--?" He nods to Momori. "Alright. See you around, yeah? Just be careful out this far. Vundu still send out patrols, sometimes. Wayward search parties, that sort of thing..." He pauses. "Anyway, I'll see you around." At that, he immediately... turns on his heel, then takes a step forward off of the edge of the cliff. He's gone.

Momori just. Accepts what is happening in front of her. So many strange folks, so little time. She has a feeling she'll see him again, crawling up from some ledge like a monster of the deep. Farewell...for now.

(Momori) wauw (Momori) what an exit (Gwannes) distant cartoon splat noise (Momori) splort (Momori) does he like. live under the islands like a bat?? so many questions

[kitausu]

Defenders

3/?

Summary:  

The Defenders are a top secret government organization charged with the mission of protecting society with whatever means necessary. Lance is a normal guy with a normal life and a family that he needs to protect. Except, on the night he is busted for a joy ride, Lance finds himself in a world he never knew existed and with the opportunity of a lifetime.

(Eventual NSFW)

AN: I feel like I need to apologize for the pacing of this. Come to find out, the pacing of action fics is vastly different from romantic fics! Please bear with me as I work on it and I hope you enjoy the fic despite this!

This chapter was released 2 days earlier for $1+ patrons on patreon

There were about a thousand reasons why Lance shouldn’t be doing this, all heard very clearly in the voice of his mama in his head. Except, what else was Lance supposed to do? The choice had been obvious: either sit and wait for the inspector to come back, deal with charges and a fee he couldn’t pay, or follow a really hot stranger out into the street where at the very least he could escape.

To Lance it was a no brainer.

He followed Shiro through the lobby, casting furtive glances at every cop they passed, although none seemed to be paying much attention to them.

It was only when Lance ended up walking directly into Shiro’s very broad and very muscular back did he realize he had stopped, and the investigator that Lance had originally been dealing with was standing right in front of them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The guy was generic cop material at best, dumb-fuck aviators pushed up onto the top of his head.

Lance wondered what episode of CSI he picked his wardrobe from because it was about as out of date as that show.

“Mr. McClain has been released into my custody,” Shiro explained, sounding just this side of respectable, but largely so bored he might have been fighting a yawn.

“On whose authority?” the guy snapped, already trying to side step Shiro to get to Lance.

He stopped when Shiro’s hand pressed against his chest, holding him in place seemingly effortlessly.

“On mine, actually.” Shiro grinned a shark’s grin, all teeth and menace in his voice.

Lance was suddenly very glad that he was standing with Shiro, although maybe away from Shiro would have all together been a better case. He didn’t think he would ever want to be against anyone that could look and talk like that. The issue was, it didn’t seem the cop had much in the way of self-preservation skills.

Tough line of work to be missing that in, Lance thought a little incredulously.

“Listen, bub, I don’t know who you are but—ggh.”

The movement of Shiro’s fist was almost too fast to catch. Lance felt his jaw drop as blood spattered down the cop’s shirt, dribbling from the clearly broken nose.

“Sorry, but I really just don’t have time for this,” Shiro apologized, pulling out a business card and attempting to hand it to the guy.

“Take it up with my boss?” Shiro shrugged, gesturing for Lance to follow him around the cop who was currently clutching his nose in the middle of the hallway, one of the edges of the business card soaking up blood on the floor where it had dropped.  

“Do you normally just go around punching people?” Lance asked, dogging close to Shiro’s heels and nearly stepping on the backs of his shoes as they walked out the door.

Shiro sighed, looking fairly repentant as he raked his hand through snow white hair.

“No, I don’t. And I honestly shouldn’t have done that,” Shiro admitted, stopping once they were out on the front steps of the station.

Shiro grimaced as he looked back at the police station. They could see people swarming the down cop through the glass. “He was just so…annoying.”

“A dickhead?” Lance offered at the same time as Shiro spoke.

It was actually a relief to see Shiro smile, to know the strange man he was about to follow gentle into that good night, who had so casually punched the lights out of some cop, was at least in possession of a sense of humor.  Lance could always work with a sense of humor.

“Don’t tell anyone I did that, if you don’t mind?” Shiro made it sound like a request, but Lance had a feeling it really really wasn’t.

“Sure,” Lance agreed easily, already plotting out what favor he would ask for in return.

The slow shake of his head Shiro gave him made it pretty obvious he knew exactly where Lance’s mind had gone.

When it was obvious Shiro was going to keep standing there, Lance decided to press his luck. “Out of curiosity, how did you know to come get me?”

“Surveillance,” Shiro replied shortly, casting one last look back at the door.

Someone was handing the cop a bag of ice to press to his face.

“Surveillance?”

Shiro was back to frowning now. He turned on his heel and stalked over to a sleek black car on the edge of the parking lot. Lance followed for lack of anything else to do. It was no Maz, but he was still suitably impressed when Shiro unlocked the door for him and the entirety of the inside was detailed to the absolute limit.

“Your father was in the same organization as I am,” Shiro hedged, settling into the embrace of the leather interior.

“The military?” Lance asked, skeptical.

Shiro didn’t look nearly old enough to have served with his dad. The hair was misleading, but Lance wouldn’t have pegged him much older than 30, if that. Making him barely 10 years Lance’s own senior.

“Sort of.” Shiro very obviously took the excuse to focus on backing out of the parking spot to avoid going into detail.

Lance waited until they were driving down the road to try again. “What do you mean sort of?”

If he hadn’t been watching Shiro so closely he likely would have missed the clench of his jaw and the slow tightening of his grip on the steering wheel as they turned down a street.

The knuckles on his hand were starting to bruise from where he had punched the officer.

“If I promise to tell you everything when we get to where we are going, will that satisfy you?” Shiro glanced at him, his eyes quickly cutting back to the road when Lance nodded.

“As long as you promise.”

Shiro swallowed. “I promise.”

The drive wasn’t a long one, really only about 20 minutes, and that was due mostly to traffic. Lance spent the entirety of it trying to work things out in his head. Shiro was obviously dangerous, but he didn’t feel dangerous, not in the way that Lance had experienced. He wondered if it was because Shiro was so dangerous.

Maybe it was like dogs. The little yappy dogs were always the most likely to bite you, but a Great Dane knew it was big and didn’t have to prove anything. Maybe Shiro was a Great Dane, too comfortable in its own abilities to even worry about intimidating someone like Lance.

When Shiro did finally park the car, Lance looked away from his face only to find they were parked in front of a fairly nondescript looking tailors’ storefront.

“What are we doing here?”

“You said you would wait,” Shiro chastised, sliding from the car and expecting Lance to follow.

Lance opened his mouth to reply but shrugged and got out of the car. He had said that, after all. Wordlessly he followed Shiro up to the store. It was clearly closed, only a few bulbs illuminating immaculate suits in the windows were on, the rest of the store shrouded in darkness. Lance couldn’t quite make out much more than a few shadows, some of them slipping in and out of his vision in a way that was much more than a trick of the light.

To his surprise, Shiro pulled out a key and made quick work of unlocking the door. He almost missed the way Shiro held still, his eyes unblinking as he watched the tiny camera half concealed in the grain of the wood.  

The same organization as his father.

If Lance had expected anything though, it wouldn’t have been what he found: an entirely ordinary tailor’s shop, maybe a little out of date, but who was Lance to complain?

Lance opened his mouth to say something but Shiro only held his hand up, a universal sign to wait, or in Lance’s experience, to shut up. He contented himself instead at looking at all the suits hanging on mannequins and racks around the room. Lance always felt compelled to touch, his fingers trailing along the fine cut of each jacket, feeling the material slip through his fingers.

Glancing over his shoulder, Lance expected some kind of admonishment, but Shiro was only watching him, his eyes dark and…interested. Lance grinned, moving on instinct as he continued to feel up the suits on the rack beside him.

“We need to get going,” Shiro rasped, finally breaking eye contact to fiddle with something on the counter at the center of the shop.

“You’re the boss,” Lance sang.

He abandoned his inspection of the suits and moved back to Shiro, standing close enough to feel the heat of him. Shiro licked his lips, looking clearly like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Lance knew intellectually, that he should stop. He didn’t know Shiro, or what was going on, or even where they were. Every instinct said he was playing with fire here.

He needed to get to work, to go home, to do so many things and take on so many responsibilities. But when Shiro told him to “come on,” Lance obediently followed him to the back of the store and to a door he hadn’t noticed before.

The door opened onto well…exactly what Lance had though the first door would open onto. They were in what looked to be a part of the subway system except instead of a train and tracks, there was a tiny two-person pod waiting in a long plastic tube that jutted off forever in one direction.

“You don’t seem impressed,” Shiro frowned, and Lance actually thought he could see the hint of a pout forming when he looked at him.

“I’ve seen enough James Bond films,” Lance teased, already walking towards the pod to take a seat.

Shiro sighed, and followed Lance in. When the door slid shut, Lance did startle a little. He thought he saw a look of amused satisfaction on Shiro’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a wicked smirk. “Hold on.”

-

It wouldn’t necessarily be accurate to say Lance nearly threw up. Throwing up implied food leaving the body. Lance’s dinner simply evaporated out of existence as they traveled at clearly inhuman speeds, zipping through the tube and patches of sunlight splashing in from who knew where.

Shiro, annoyingly, looked barely phased as he crossed his ankle over one knee.

“You’re enjoying this,” Lance accused before clamping his hand back firmly across his mouth.

“A little,” Shiro laughed, filling up the space with his voice.

Lance hated him a little when the tube came to an abrupt stop and he nearly slipped out of his chair.

When Lance steadied himself on Shiro’s knees, Shiro gave him an amused grin. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy.”

For his part, Shiro did let Lance take a minute to recover, his knees jelly like as he sank to the concrete floor of their destination.

“Are you going to tell me where we are?” Lance asked his knees, concentrating on getting the ground to stop spinning.

“Eventually.”

“You know, this enigmatic bullshit is getting a little much.” Lance tried to sound venomous, but he mostly just sounded gassy.

“I really am sorry,” Shiro admitted, not sounding sorry at all.

Lance still took his hand when he offered it, allowing Shiro to haul him to his feet.

-

Lance blamed the motion sickness for preventing him from noticing the insignia everywhere. It was finally the large stylized V on what was virtually a vault door that had Lance finally looking around. That, more than anything, had Lance following Shiro cautiously through as the large metal door swung open.

“Is this a cult?”

Shiro snorted, “What?”

But Lance was already moving on, hurrying over the to row of rifles on display. “These aren’t even out yet!”

Without asking, Lance reached out and ran his finger along the edge of one of the sniper rifles. It was a weird hobby, one he didn’t ever tell people about. But before his dad had passed, Lance had done archery at school, then long range shooting for fun. He had even considered going into the army before…well…

He didn’t necessarily shoot anymore, but he kept up with things.

“Do you have any idea how expensive these are?” Lance accused, one hand still on the gun as he turned to stare at Shiro, appraising him.

“I do,” Shiro nodded, watching curiously as Lance continued to inspect the guns on the wall.

“Pick one.”

It was instinct to protest, to play polite. But desire was just as powerful as anything, and Lance had the gun out of the cradle and in his hands in seconds. He almost resisted when Shiro took it and laid it on the table, his mouth twisting up as the table sunk and the gun disappeared from view, a new table top sliding into place.

“It’ll be reserved for you, for later,” Shiro assured, gathering a few things he didn’t bother to explain before gesturing Lance out the door again.

Lance followed, taking in every V he saw, even the little gold ones that flashed on the bottoms of Shiro’s shoes whenever he picked up his heel. They moved through winding corridors before finally coming into a dining room. A woman around Shiro’s age was sitting at the end of the table, paperwork spread out around her.

When they made it halfway down the table, Shiro cleared his throat and the woman looked up. Her long silvery hair was pulled back into a bun that would have looked severe if not for the smile she shot them both. When she stood, Lance had expected her to be short, but they were roughly the same height.

“Lance?” she asked, moving quickly to shake his hand. “Welcome to Voltron. We’re so happy to have you with us for the application process.”

“Application process?” he frowned as her smile slipped.

She cast an accusing glare over his shoulder in Shiro’s direction. “You didn’t explain?”

Lance couldn’t see Shiro, but he sounded a little sheepish. “I told him I would when we got here.”

“You and your theatrics,” the woman complained, rolling here eyes.

“Lance, this,” she gestured around the room, “is Voltron. We are a secret organization outside of the government and we defend the country against threats. Shiro and I are part of Voltron, just like your father was.”

“My father?” There he was again, popping up like a bad taste, a memory bittersweet and nearly long forgotten.

“Yes, the former Blue Lion,” she reassured, taking both of Lance’s hands in her’s.

“Although you must compete for the spot, Shiro was hoping you would take your father’s place. He was a sniper, too, you know.”

Lance, of course, had known that. It was one of the reasons he had always had an interest in the sport, but it felt odd coming out of someone else’s mouth.

His father. Voltron. What did any of it mean?

[fanfic-inator795]

Lego Batman Oneshot: No Fear

Plot: Every hero has something to fear... Both old fears and new ones... Thankfully, hugs make it better.

((Yaaay, new fic! ^v^ Thought of this while I was watching my brother fight Scarecrow in the new Injustice game. Enjoy!

Also, quick warning. Soooorta graphic imagery ahead. But I mean, graphic for Legos. So, no actual blood or anything. Still, I wanted to give you guys a head’s up!))

The full moon had already risen above Gotham, with the dark violet sky acting as its stage as it shone down on the city. Below, there were plenty of people out and about - not too surprising, since Gotham was a big city after all. Of course it would have a healthy nightlife, even after all the crime that usually happened during this time.

And speaking of which...

*BOOM!*

Several citizens quickly turned towards the explosion, each letting out a small scream or gasp in surprise. Others just instantly ran for cover out of instinct. However, as the green gas from the explosion began quickly washing over the late-night shopping and/or clubbing crowd, very few managed to escape it. 

And, as more screams of fright were heard, a raspy laugh echoed over them. “Yessss,” the masked man smirked as he sauntered through the chemical fog, a metal pack full of fear gas on his back and a hose in his hand, “Another successful experiment~”

All around him he could see people afraid - and not just of him, but of their own imaginations. From spiders and killer mosquitoes, to snakes and giant hungry rats, to- ...giant man-eating tax forms apparently (the doctor actually felt kinda sorry for that guy), everyone on this block was seeing their worst fears!

And Scarecrow was loving it.

“Now, let’s see how many more people I can frighten~ Perhaps I should take my little experiment to the bank next.” After all, fear gas wasn’t cheap. And hey, what was crime without a little robbery?

Chuckling again, the Scarecrow started heading towards the next street, but stopped when he saw something fly by out of the corner of his eye. “Huh?” Unfortunately, he was just a bit too slow, and as Scarecrow turned to try and block the attack, a bat-a-rang ended up hitting and getting stuck in his fear-gas hose, blocking it completely.

“No!” The Scarecrow’s scowl deepened as he looked up - and sure enough, he could see a pair of white, glowing eyes staring him down. “Batman... Hmph, I would be a fool if I had thought that you wouldn’t come after me tonight. However, you’re still a fool for being here!”

“Maybe,” Batman gruffly replied as he stayed in the shadows, “But come on, did you really think I’d just stay in the cave and let you terrorize everyone in Gotham?”

“Oh come now, it’s only a little experiment!” Scarecrow insisted, “A bit of late-night chemistry. Scarecrows never sleep, Batman. Always vigilant, always spreading fear - or, in my case, fear and gas. Speaking of which-” Lifting up his hose, he started to pull on the stuck bat-a-rang, “How about I give you a taste of my latest concoction?!”

“Sorry, Scarecrow!” A new voice shouted, making the villain flinch, “But-!” From behind him, a rope was thrown and instantly wrapped around him, trapping him as well as keeping him from releasing more gas.

Robin smiled proudly before hopping down from his position. “It looks like science class is canceled for tonight!”

Batman smirked, giving his sidekick/son a small nod of approval - he really was improving on his awesome one-liners, and Batman couldn’t be prouder! - before hopping down himself. “Heh, if it’s any consolation though, you should still be able to make it to Arkham’s villain arts and crafts class tomorrow.”

However, instead of looking disappointed or angry, Scarecrow simply smirked, even as the Dark Knight started walking towards him with bat-cuffs in his hand. “You know, I really am more of a chemist than an artist so, I think I’m going to skip out. Besides, every experiment has a back-up plan!”

With that, Scarecrow threw his head forward. He nearly gave himself whiplash, but (more importantly) he also managed to knock his straw hat off his head. A hat that, as soon as it hit the ground, automatically released a whole cloud of fear gas!

“Hey!” Batman shouted, glaring and squinting through the gas as he heard both evil laughter and footsteps. Maybe Scarecrow couldn’t use his arms, but he could still run and escape! But Batman wasn’t about to let that happen! So, ignoring the gas the best he could, the vigilante ran through it and after the masked doctor.

Robin however, just backed up and covered his mouth. “Uh oh...” He may have still been a new hero, but he still knew how powerful Scarecrow’s fear gas could be. The Boy Wonder could still remember nearly a year ago when Scarecrow released a bunch of it near the orphanage. Most of the kids had been affected by it, and Dick himself had had nightmares about his parents for almost a whole week...

But, as unpleasant as those memories were, he wasn’t about to let them stop him from helping his padre! So, holding his breath and going as quickly as he could, Robin took off his sparkly cape and wrapped it over his mouth and nose like a bandana. 

Maybe it wouldn’t keep out all the fear gas, but it would at least slow its effect on him. And with that taken care of, the boy ran after his father and their villain of the night. 

The two of them had actually gotten pretty far, and with all his movement (combined with his own skinniness), the Scarecrow actually managed to shake off the ropes. Now all he had to do was unclog his weapon. “Come on... Come on-!” 

He gave a small yelp as another bat-a-rang whizzed by his head. Close, but still a miss! “A miscalculation, eh Batman?” Scarecrow shouted back at him as he turned a corner into an alley. 

Batman however just narrowed his eyes. His vision was starting to blur, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He simply got out his grappling hook and shot it up towards a nearby fire escape, using it as a sort of jumping point/shortcut into the alleyway. “Are you sure you aren’t the one who’s miscalculated, Scarecrow?”

“Huh?” the still-running doctor raised an eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder, trying to find his pursuer, “And just how can you say that?!” 

...Unfortunately for Scarecrow, no sooner had he said that did he look forward and see exactly what Batman had meant. And as the doctor’s feet screeched to a halt, Batman simply glided down and stood behind him. “Because, you’re the one who just ran right into a dead end.” 

No nearby windows into buildings to jump through, no holes or pipes to crawl through, and a wall that was way too big for anyone without a grappling hook to climb. The Scarecrow sighed, muttering under his breath about how he knew there was a dead end here, he simply forgot. 

“Now,” Batman started to say as he crossed his arms, “Are we going to do this the easy ‘take-you-to-Arkham’ way, or the punching way? What’s it going to be, Scarecrow?”

“A simple enough choice, I suppose,” Scarecrow shrugged, still facing towards the high brick wall, “In fact, it reminds me of another. The old ‘Fight or Flight’ decision that the brain has to make each time it’s faced with danger - faced with something threatening and intimidating enough to cause the mind to enter into a state of primeval panic. So, tell me Batman-”

The doctor finally turned around, with a bat-a-rang in one hand, and an open hose in the other. 

“Which will you choose~?” 

With that, Batman was practically smothered with gas. The Dark Knight coughed, covering his face with his cape the best he could. “Ggh-! S-Scarecrow!” Even through the thick green clouds, he still could see the villain trying to escape. “No! Not gonna happen, Scarecrow!” 

After all, it wasn’t like this was his first time being poisoned with fear gas. He could deal with it. He just had to stay focused! Stay focused... Stay focused... Stay-!

Batman stepped forward, using his arms to push away the gas. He quickly spotted an arm and- ...Wait. The arm... It wasn’t Scarecrow’s. It was on the ground, and it had a blue sleeve on it. “What...?” 

The hero took a couple more steps forward and- He completely froze at the sight.

All around him were... were his friends. His family. Alfred, Barbara, even people like Jim Gordon and the Joker! But they weren’t just lying there. No... They were lying in pieces. Completely and utterly broken with X’s over their eyes. 

However, as horrible as seeing all of this was, Batman’s clouded mind quickly focused on just one set of body parts - arms and legs that had been adorned in bright red and green clothing. “No... No!” 

Batman couldn’t even move - the most he did was falling to his knees - yet the image of his son’s broken body somehow came closer. And, unlike the others, his eyes weren’t just X’s. No, instead Dick’s eyes were wide and filled with fear and sadness and pain... He was supposed to protect his son. So why? Why didn’t he protect him?!

All around him, Scarecrow’s chuckles echoed. In the back of his mind, Batman knew the villain was escaping, but his body didn’t budge. His eyes still couldn’t look away from his broken family - his broken son.

“It really is nice to see that I can still get a reaction out of you, Batman,” Scarecrow taunted, his pace now slow since he no longer needed to run. Besides, he always loved watching the effects of his gas. “Even if it does take an extra dose or two, I can easily say it’s worth it. Oh, but don’t worry! I’ve got plenty more for the rest of this city!”

“Oh really?” a familiar, slightly muffled voice asked. Eyes widening, Scarecrow turned around - and nearly got hit with a metal bo-staff. Yelping slightly, the Scarecrow jumped back while Robin glared at him. “Then I guess I just have that much more I have to take from you!”

“Hmph...” The doctor began to narrow his own eyes. “As if a child could ever intimidate me!”

“Yeah well, no one said that I had to intimidate you to beat you!” Robin retorted. With that, Robin leapt up and swung his staff at the Scarecrow. Again, Scarecrow dodged, but this required moving back into the alley. If he wanted to escape, he’d now have to get past the Boy Wonder. 

“Grr, little brat!” Admittedly, Scarecrow wasn’t the greatest hand-to-hand fighter, but he still had a couple tricks up his straw sleeves! After managing to dodge another would-be blow, he quickly got out a gun and started firing. “Pew pew!” 

Retracting his bo-staff, Robin ducked and rolled out of the way out of the bullets. Once he was safe though, he quickly extended his staff and used it to help him pull jump up and over the Scarecrow! 

Before the villain could even try to turn around and shoot the boy, he felt a sharp kick in his back strong enough to knock him to the ground. Not wanting to give him a second chance, Robin also made sure to push the gun away from him before pointing his staff at the Scarecrow. “Gotcha!”

“Erg, t-that’s what you think, boy!” Still desperate to escape, the Scarecrow held up a fear-gas grenade - and dropped it just before he could press the activate button, thanks to a flying bat-a-rang. A bat-a-rang that, once he had unstuck it from his hose, he had simply discarded. “NO!”

Robin grinned as he glanced over his shoulder. “Nice shot, Batda-!” He stopped, his smile falling as he noticed that his father was still on his knees. “...Padre? A-Are you-?”

“Robin. Cuffs.” “Oh! Ah, right...” 

It didn’t take long for GCPD to arrive at the alley, and with Scarecrow already in handcuffs, it was easy to take him in. Still, as successful as their mission had been, Batman still only gave half-hearted “Thank yous” as he and Robin headed towards the Bat-mobile.

Worry still clearly on his face, Dick spoke up once more. “So, uh... Batman? Is everything-?”

“Seat belt,” Batman reminded him, his voice quiet yet still just a bit stern. 

“Oh, right. Got it.” The boy quickly put his seat belt on, and the Dark Knight started the car. 

“...You’re alright, right?” his father asked suddenly as ‘Puter drove them back towards the Cave.

Smiling a bit, Dick nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t think I got much of the gas, thanks to my cape.”

“Good... Good to hear. Nice work.”

“Thanks! ...And, what about you, Padre? Are you-?”

“I’ll be fine.” And with that, the conversation had ended, leading to only silence and light radio noises the rest of the ride home.

()()()()()()()()()

Bats squeaked and fluttered above as he poked his lobster thermidor. He’d only managed to eat a couple bites of it so far, and it was starting to get cold again, as had the earl grey tea that he had told Alfred to bring him.

Batman sighed. Getting exposed to any kind of gas always seemed to cause him to lose his appetite, whether it was sleeping gas, laughing gas, poison plant gas or-... 

“Ugh. Stupid fear gas...” He had already taken some antidote for it, but he knew very well that it wouldn’t really start to kick in for at least another half hour or so. Until then, he’d just have to at least try and relax. Forcing his fork into the seafood, he took a bite of the luke-warm lobster and slowly closed his tired eyes. 

...Unfortunately, once his eyes were closed, all he could see were broken friends and family members he had let down.

Choking slightly on his bite, Batman quickly opened his eyes and made himself swallow. “No...” He muttered, squeezing his fist. 

He thought he was used to whatever Scarecrow’s fear gas had to throw at him. Snakes, clowns, his parents’ disappointed faces - even visions of that one bad night in Crime Alley... He had faced them all, and he had still managed to break through these horrible, fearful visions all on his own and save the day from Scarecrow each time.

But this...? How could he just forget seeing something like this?

“...Batdad?”

Gasping slightly, Batman turned his chair around and threw a punch. Thankfully, the person behind him had not only been expecting it, but also knew how to block. “Whoops,” Dick said, looking more sheepish than frightened by the attack, “Sorry, didn’t mean to-”

“I wasn’t!” Batman shouted, a bit too loudly, “I-I mean, you didn’t scare me. It was just, uh, heroic reflexes, you know?”

“Heh, right,” Dick said, smiling for just a moment.

“Yeah. So, uh... What did you need, buddy?” Batman asked.

“Well...” Dick glanced away slightly, “I, I guess I just wanted to check up on you. I, I know you probably inhaled some of that fear gas and, well-”

“I-” Batman started to argue, but as soon as he saw his son’s concern he stopped, giving another small sigh. “Yeah, I... I guess I did breathe a bit of it in, yeah,” he admitted (finally), “But, I’m not lying when I say I’ll be fine, okay? I mean, it’s not like this is my first time getting gassed by the Scarecrow. I’m used to this sort of thing. And, and I’ve already taken antidote for it anyway so-”

“But are you still being affected by the gas right now?” Dick interrupted.

Again, Batman felt the need to tell the truth, albeit a bit reluctantly. “Ugh, yeah, I’m... I’m still being affected by it. But the antidote should kick in soon. Shouldn’t be too long now. ‘Bout half an hour wait, tops. So it’s fine, really.” 

Forcing it only a little, he gave Dick a small smile before turning back around. Maybe he ate a bit more and made it look like everything was normal, the kid would stop worrying. So, he stuck his fork back into the lobster, lifted it up towards his mouth and Batman stopped, blinking as he felt a pair of small (yet still very strong) arms wrap themselves around him. “Huh?” 

As surprised as he was, he fought the urge to try and break out of the hold. Instead, the Dark Knight put the lobster back on his plate before looking down at Dick. The kid was leaning over the armrest of the Batcave’s computer chair just so he could hug his dad, not caring how uncomfortable the position might have been for him. “Uhh... What are you doing, Dick?”

“Hugging you,” Dick replied simply.

“Well, yeah, I can see that,” Batman told him, rolling his eyes slightly, “I mean, why are you hugging me?” Even if he had gotten somewhat used to it, he still couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward about it.

Dick however, unsurprisingly, didn’t mind the hugging at all. “Now just seemed like a good time for hugging,” he explained, still refusing to let go.

“Okayyy... And just how long is this ‘hug time’ thing going to last, cause it’s been almost a minute already-”

“Eh, I’d say maybe... half an hour tops?” Even if wasn’t really able to look up at his father, Dick knew he was probably giving him a flat look. 

“Dick, this really isn’t necessary.” 

“Well, I kinda think it is, Batdad. So, I’m gonna keep doing it.” 

“Yeahhh no. Come on, Dick, let go.” “Nope, sorry Padre!” “Dick-” “Nope!” “Kid-!” “Nuh-uh!” “Richard-!”

“I’m not going to let you be all alone while you’re feeling scared, Dads.” 

“...” Once again, Batman couldn’t help but fall silent at that. And as he sat there without a word, he felt Dick hug him tighter - tight enough to feel his adoptive father’s shaking, despite his attempts to hide it. 

“You wouldn’t let me just sit somewhere all alone, feeling sad and afraid,” Dick quietly told him, “Not while fighting crime, not in Arkham Asylum, not after Joker’s big top scheme - not ever! So... So I’m not gonna let you sit here all alone either!”

“...Heh.” Batman smiled, just a little. “Yeah... Yeah okay, fair enough. I guess it’s hug time then.” He paused for a moment. “Though, maybe we should move this hug thing upstairs, just so your arms don’t get too tired. Besides, I could use some more tea anyway.”

Dick smiled. “Sounds like a good idea to me!”

With that, Batman stood up - and Dick continued to hug his shoulders as tight as he could, hanging off them now. “Huh... You know, maybe I was right to assume that your hugs are actually attacks,” Batman smirked, making Dick giggle a bit, “Come on, kid. Let’s go.” “I’m right beside you, Batdad!”

Maybe it was a bit unorthodox - and certainly different from what Batman was used to - but he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Just like how letting people in wasn’t necessarily the worst thing either. Far from it, in fact. 

“...Hey, Dick?” Batman spoke up as he pressed the button to the bat-elevator.

“Hm? Yeah?” Dick replied. 

Maneuvering his arm slightly, making sure not to accidentally shake his son off him, Batman managed to wrap an arm around Dick’s waist and return the hug. “...Thanks, kiddo.”

Dick smiled, laying his head on his dad’s shoulder. “No problem, Padre. Any time.” 

Yes, the fear was hard to deal with at times. Very hard and very tiring. And yet, the more Batman thought about it, the more he knew it was true: Even if this fear was tough, having a family was still more than worth it. 

It had taken him a while to learn that, but with Dick and the others being willing to stay by his side, he knew he would never truly forget it.

THE END

[rat-meal-blog]

personally i hate genderbends just on concept but

i really really hate how bad a lot of the designs are,

like just tack long hair at the end the dudes usual hair and insert defult anime girl body and BAM an apparently great design 10/10 ugh