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fatalitysficbakery · 11 months

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Teeth, Tongue, & Fire. —

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/smut/light fluff.

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you, more than anything. she missed you.

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I'm standing at a party I technically shouldn't be at, all things considered, you and I, have only spoken professionally since the eve of our downfall, how was I to know I couldn't be here?

My eyes move to you, as they always do when we're occupying the same existence, and I can't help the way my eyes caress the person that you are, sophistication, elegance, and beauty seep through your every pore, and he...He is there too. The lump in my throat is one the size of a grapefruit, should, I, really be here? Was it all a mistake?

Before I can even decide to turn around and cower, that honey gaze of yours meets mine, and I must turn away. A drink is needed, a drink feels necessary. Shawn's lips meet your cheek as I dip away into the crowd, my eyes stuck ahead, though they desperately want to look back.

The dress I wear, is one I dug from the back of my armoire, one that I don't remember buying but it fits my figure to a tee as if made for me, a black little number, I'd never shied away from a little bit of leg, I don't claim to be flawless, nor perfect, but I make it a habit to remind myself there is beauty in my being. As it lies in everyone's.

And whilst I don't hear you sneak up, your appearance doesn't stop my heart, in fact, it speeds it tenfold when your slender fingers wrap around the span of my waist, and I can feel your warm breath tickle my ear, that smooth southern accent of yours shrouding me with a sense of familiarity and longing, it unnerves me and calls to me all at once, the goosebumps I get feel like deja vu, a reminder from a past I miss so dearly, it's been five long months without your touch.

"Is it your mission— to piss me off, sweetheart"?

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Your husband is across the room, mingling with friends, a smile on his face and laughter filling the room, and yet...You walked over to me.

We have loved each other, hurt each other, fought and fought until we could no longer, and yet...You walked over to me.

Your arm travels from around my waist and it comes to rest around my shoulder, and if others see two friends walking out of a function to catch up privately, the grip you have on me is anything but innocent. It is possessive. It is angry. And I? I foolishly crave more, and your husband was right...across...the...room. So, why is it, that I didn't walk away? Why is it, that I, can never resist you? My obsession remains.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She'd stolen you away without any effort on her part, and even as you enter the study, her touch lingers longer than it has to, it's as if she fears your slip through her fingers. It's as if she always had.

Her touch is gentle when she pushes you up against the wall after locking the doors to the study, her brown eyes meet your figure and she takes you in for a breath of a moment before she speaks, words rough with lust and desire, a hint of something else disguised beneath, her mouth by your ear, "You know what the thing I find most precious about you is? You're bold enough to walk your beautiful self into my party in a dress I bought you, but..." Her nail runs the length of your neck, and you almost neglect to breathe.

"You were too naive to think of the consequence that came with it, all those eyes on you...Tell me if you think I'd allow you to strut in here, looking like this, and let you leave...Unscathed"?

Your voice dies before it ever truly lived, your lips part but no words escape you, no words could. She chuckles, and it's cold, abrasive. She focuses her hand on your chin, grasping it firmly, so firmly you can just barely feel her nails threatening to dig in.

"I asked a question, I refuse to repeat myself so I suggest you find your voice".

Her voice is smokey, she speaks her piece calmly with a demand that is in no shape or form to be refused, and she only gets more demanding with her grip on your jaw.

"Maybe I knew the consequences, Bey. No, no...I can't lie, I just... I needed to remind you".

Your words aren't calculated, your voice is shaky, you're nervous, but...You're truthful. You watch as her jaw tenses, hand loosening on yours.

"Dress. up".

It's all she says, it's all she needs to. She knows you like the back of her hand, and as expected, you do as told without much conviction.

The way her eyes rove every inch of your body leaves you absolutely weak, it's been a year and a half, but the effect she has on you has never quite changed, and you feared it never would as she spreads your legs apart, looking from you to the wetness between your thighs, a smirk gracing her radiance, she lets two fingers run over the wet spot and bites back a laugh when your body tightens at the...slightest...touch.

"It's always been hilarious to me, Y/n. You have so, so much fuckin' mouth, but when I get you like this? That pretty little mouth suddenly knows when to shut up. Let's keep that up, baby".

With her final words, she pulls down the white lace underneath your dress and her eyes look to your cunt ravenously, hunger and desire in the reflection of her deep browns, "You'll stay quiet for me, won't you, Pretty? No words, to savour you is all I need".

Your body shudders feeling her breath fan against your pussy, she'd always been so attentive and measured in the way she handled your body as if it were one of the greatest sculptures crafted and it was to be handled with care, your ears flush, and though you nod and speak a pretty promise, you weren't particularly sure this would be your area of expertise, certainly when it came to her and her skills.

"Have I ever disappointed you"?

Your words are spoken breathlessly, she simply grins wider and shakes her head, eyes on you, two fingers tap your clit.

"Not...Yet".

The way she says it, it frightens you, the way she says it is dangerous...She wants to see you break.

There's a moment when you feel like you can breathe, a moment where her hands move from your thighs, and it is one that is shortlived; her grip returns and it is much more aggressive, she slides your underwear completely down with one hand, forcing your thigh apart with the other, she doesn't utter a single damn word, her tongue peeking out to tease her with the essence that is so distinctly you, and when she tastes it, she feels herself running through a film of your past, only your squirming brings her back to the ground, and she is not having it.

She drags you over to a couch, gently pushing you down onto it; her grip returns itself to pin your legs, and this time her tongue isn't as feather-light, she flattens it against your clit and revels in the way you catch yourself whimper and immediately cover your mouth, she licks you one final time before pulling back to reprimand you, "Hand down, darling. No shortcuts, Am I understood? And let me be clear, I want to hear your voice when you answer me".

"We're...We're clear, Miss".

You'd almost struggled to get it out, but there are no pauses between your answer and the moment her tongue flattened against your clit once more and this time, it doesn't tease, no, her mouth wraps itself around you like a constrictor, the moment you drop your hand you realize your task would be much more difficult than you'd originally expected.

She pays special attention to your clit, latching on and suckling at a pace that was languid enough to keep you from climaxing so fast but rough enough to take you to the very brink and back, hands clenched into fists, she watches your every reaction like it's her favorite piece of media, she pulls back once more, one hand reaches up to grip your jaw tight enough to hold you in place to watch as she licks two of her fingers and spits on your cunt, eyes on you the entire time.

Your stomach churns and tightens, and unexpectedly, you moan at the sight alone, to which she shushes you, only to lean in and completely contradict her shushes with a move that would only force your noises to the surface. — Her tongue enters your hole, dipping in to test the tightness, groaning in satisfaction, her tongue moves back to your clit whilst a finger dips into your heat.

When you moan again despite yourself, she simply sighs against your pussy, realizing you wouldn't be able to control yourself, her free hand comes up to cover your mouth meanwhile hers never leaves your cunt, tongue mingling with the clit and labia like lovers, and the finger that's pumping into you is joined by a second, a muffled whimper is stolen from your gagged lips, she circles your clit, making sure to keep a light suckle as her fingers caress the roof of your cunt.

You quivered, nipples hardening beneath your dress, your core is taut, eyebrows knitted, afro splayed across the brown leather of the sofa, caramel skin twice the tone with red spread throughout.

She lifts her head from your cunt, a whispered chuckle escaping her throat, "I could stay right here forever and be just fine, look at you...So precious. When I get you completely alone..."

Her fingers never stopped pumping, she watches you intently, taking in your every movement, sound, and expression, she smiles, "That's it, you've been so good, It's too bad you couldn't keep quiet, so, let's negotiate".

With her head cocked to the side, Beyonce's movements speed up, she laughs when your eyes widen slightly at the new rhythm set.

"Actually, there is no negotiating, this is exactly how it'll go. I have good news...bad. I'll slow down, and give you a moment to choose which you want first. Nod. You understand".

You nod.

Slowing down, she drops her hand from your mouth and motions for you to speak, though her fingers haven't stopped, you feel confident enough to speak only one word, "G-good".

She hums, her hand returning to your mouth and her pace speeding back up without another word until it was so.

"Good news is, you're not being punished, I'm impatient for my reward after not getting my hands on you for five...months. I, Sweet Angel, am gonna make this pretty fucking pussy cum right here on this fake leather couch. Now — The bad news"?

When she speaks next, she thrusts her fingers into you roughly to emphasize, chuckling almost darkly at the way your muffled moan is loud enough on its own that she's sure you'd alert the party had her hand not been covering your mouth. "The bad news, is that I, suga, am addicted to you, and I was deprived. You wanna know something? ...You were always going to be punished. Noises or not, Mouse. Just not here, not now".

As her head dips down again, she says one final thing before she's ready to tip you over the edge, "There's a lack of tools here, a limit on what I can do. Soon".

With that, she writes your destiny in the stars, her tongue and fingers the quill to your all too quickly approaching story's inevitable end.

And with one last caress of your g-spot, she dots the chapter end with a period, observing closely as your body trembles, your eyes squeeze shut, and there's a muffled squeal let out; The only complaint she has is that you're not alone.

That she couldn't hear her name rip from your throat as you're thrown over the edge of sanity.

"That's it. That's my pretty girl. There she is".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

You made me clean up, my panties in your purse, it's humiliating walking back into the same room as Jay, and although I know no one here knows, it feels as though they did, as though they can see right through us, and when we walk over to your husband he greets me with a look over and you with a kiss to the temple, pulling you to his side by the waist, a possessive grip on you; he stares me down, annoyance painting his expression.

He never did seem to like me but I can't blame him, even if woefully unaware, I am fucking the man's wife, and as I begin to say my goodbyes, feeling unwelcome in his presence, you grab my arm.

"Jay, I think I'll get her home. She's had a little too much to drink and I can't in good faith let her go home unattended; You understand, right"?

I see his jaw set, your gaze is hard on him, I notice; I had only one drink. He relents.

"Yeah. Ppreciate' you coming out to support".

I swallow thickly, my throat seems so dry as I nod and force a few words out in response, "Yeah, yeah, Of course. It was nice to see you".

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I lie in your arms just as the day begins to break after a night of a dance between lovers, there's a smile on my face but a question in my heart that, just as I've gathered the courage to ask, you answer and it's so familiar, you always did know how to read my mind.

"He knows about us, I told him...After I caught him in bed with another woman. I was planning to divorce him, anyway, but that...That solidified my choice. Do you know what first influenced my decision"?

My lips meet your hand, I feel I know what you're to say but I find myself still unprepared when you do. Red reaching my cheeks and the tip of my ears.

"You. I was always coming back for you, Sweetest. Always coming back to you".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: dedicated to my very favorite @u4iuh, thank you for always choosing and sticking by me.

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theink-stainedfolk · 1 month

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Character Introduction

Thank you for the tag @the-golden-comet and @drchenquill

I'll be taking my OC from Shades of Erudition

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Asterion 'Aster' Carter

- Name: Asterion Carter

- Nickname: Aster

- Age: 25

- Sex: Male

- Appearance: Lean build with a height of around 6 feet. Has disheveled brown hair, pale skin, and intense green eyes. He typically wears casual, slightly worn-out clothing, often a hoodie and jeans, reflecting his disinterest in appearances since leaving university.

- Occupation: Former university student, currently a slacker returning undercover to the university.

- Family Members: Estranged from his family, particularly due to his drastic life changes post-dropout.

- Pets: None.

- Best Friends: Previously had close friends at university, but lost contact after dropping out. Developing a bond with Piper and Alethea.

- Describe his room: Cluttered with books, papers, and remnants of his old life. It's dark and unkempt, with clothes strewn across the floor and a desk buried under various items.

- Way of Speaking: Speaks in a reserved, slightly cynical tone. His words are carefully chosen, and he often pauses before speaking as if weighing his thoughts.

- Physical Characteristics (Posture, Gestures, Attitude): Often slouches, with a withdrawn posture. Tends to run his hand through his hair when thinking and fidgets with objects when nervous.

- Items in his Back Pocket/Purse: A small notebook, a pen, and occasionally an old pocket watch.

- Hobbies: Reading, particularly on obscure topics. Has a habit of writing down thoughts or ideas in his notebook.

- Favorite Sports: Not particularly athletic, but he used to enjoy running as a way to clear his mind.

- Abilities/Talents/Powers: Exceptional memory, analytical thinking, and problem-solving skills. Quick learner with a natural curiosity.

- Relationships (How he/she is with other people): Initially distant and mistrustful but opens up to those who show genuine interest or understanding. Forms a deep bond with Piper and Alethea.

- Fears: Failing to reclaim his former self and potential, being controlled or manipulated by others, and facing his past.

- Faults: Cynical, self-destructive tendencies, and has a hard time trusting others.

- Good Points: Intelligent, deeply caring once he trusts someone, and determined when focused on a goal.

- What he/she wants more than anything else: To find purpose and reclaim the curiosity and drive he once had.

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I'll tag @cssnder @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @graveyardshift111 @thecomfywriter @roarintheheavens

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers #writing #writers and poets #writers of tumblr #writblr #creative writing #my writing

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loganspuppyboy · 9 months

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my f/o list :D

ok so bolded means i’m uncomfortable sharing them but it is (probably) ok if we are mutuals/friends and if you have them as a platonic/familial f/o!!!

also it is a long ass list😭 i have a lot of love to give. alssooo group tag for all my kids is kiddos <3 bc im lazy and some f/os i feel rlly strong about and some are just for fun yk!!!

-lloyd garmadon from ninjago (it’s complicated but i love him dearly)

-michael afton from fnaf (romantic) tag: terchael <3

-henry emily from fnaf (parental figure/dad)

-espresso cookie from crk/cookie run (romantic) tag: esence <3

-jeremy fitzgerald from blueycapsules/fnaf (romantic) tag: jerence <3

-thoma from genshin impact (romantic) tag: teroma <3

-aether from genshin impact (romantic) tag: terraether <3

-sammy from my mind/oc (kid/familial)

-gregory from fnaf (kid/familial)

-charlie/charlotte emily from fnaf (sister/familial)

-maven calore from the red queen series (romantic)

-alex from stardew valley (romantic)

-christopher lightwood from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)

-princess peach from nintendo (platonic)

-peggy carter from marvel (romantic) tag: every girl has her rose <3

-daniel sousa from marvel’s agent carter (queerplatonic)

-logan howlett from marvel (romantic) tag: logence <3

-natasha romanoff from marvel (platonic)

-diana prince from dc (platonic, maybe romantic??)

-pepper potts from marvel (platonic)

-sam wilson from marvel (romantic) tag: tersam <3

-steve rogers from marvel (romantic) tag: red white and irish blue <3

-magnus bane from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)

-apple white from ever after high (queerplatonic) tag: whipped apples <3

-bruce wayne from dc (romantic) tag: batarangs pierced my heart <3

-clark kent from dc (queerplatonic) tag: 💙❤️

-simon lewis/lovelace from the shadowhunter chronicles (queerplatonic i think)

-sharon carter from marvel (platonic/shes my niece technically)

-damian wayne from dc (familial/kid)

-jason todd from dc (familial/kid)

-dick grayson from dc (familial/kid)

-cass(andra) cain from dc (familial/kid)

-barbara gordon from dc (familial/kid)

-steph(anie) brown from dc (familial/kid)

-tim drake from dc (familial/kid)

-duke thomas from dc (familial/kid)

-laura kinney from marvel (familial/kid)

-sue richards/storm from marvel (platonic)

-alfred pennyworth from dc (platonic)

-selina kyle from dc (platonic)

-gabrielle kinney from marvel (grandkid💔)

-patrick bateman from american psycho (romantic) tag: 🎧♥️

-terry mcginnis from batman beyond (familial/kid)

-harper row from dc (familial/kid)

-johnny cade from the outsiders (hes my nephew<3)

-darry curtis from the outsiders (romantic) (fine with sharing but not like. in canon ships yk)

-t’challa from marvel (platonic)

-sodapop curtis from the outsiders (basically my kid/familial)

-ponyboy curtis from the outsiders (basically kid/familial)

-coriolanus snow from the hunger games (romantic) tag: 🖤❄️

-luke fox from dc (platonic)

-lucius fox from dc (platonic)

-mar'i grayson/nightstar from dc/titans (MY GRANDKID!!!!!!!)

-conner kent from dc (nephew)

-jon kent from dc (nephew)

-cassie from fnaf (niece)

-fred from the muppets christmas carol (nephew)

-herb cookie from cookie run (nephew)

-willy wonka from wonka 2023 (nephew)

-cullen row from dc (kid)

-daken akihiro from marvel (kid)

-dex poindexter from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: terdex <3

-abdonis from ringfit adventure (romantic)

-hank hall from titans/dc (platonic)

-dawn granger from titans/dc (platonic)

-karen page from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: 🤍📰

-amora (the enchantress) from marvel (romantic) tag: enchant me with your love <3

-sally jackson from percy jackson (romantic) tag: 💙✏️

-devon cassidy from i met a girl (platonic)

-dinah madani from the punisher/marvel (romantic) tag: terah <3

-amy bendix from marvel/the punisher (kid)

-the uno wild card/+4 uno wild card from uno (romantic)

-ryder page from roblox piggy (romantic)

-zizzy from roblox piggy (queerplatonic)

-pony from roblox piggy (queerplatonic)

-the warden from minecraft (romantic)

-the queen from a deck of cards (romantic)

-odysseus from the odyssey and any other media with him in it ig (romantic)

#f/o list #i think i remembered some of the tags wrong but im trying </3

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itwasrealtome · 3 months

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BEST BELOVED

CHAPTER TWO — THE OCEAN SWIRL

⚠️ TW: DO NOT READ IF THIS MIGHT TRIGGER YOU

Scarlett Johansson x fem!OC fic | Masterlist

Summary : Unsure how to help Carter, Scarlett comes to Elle's rescue.

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LOS ANGELES — CALIFORNIA

NOVEMBER 29, 2016

The numerous gifts Elle had bought didn’t quite work out as she’d hoped. Despite how much Carter seemed to love his new sweatshirt – a welcome replacement for the one with the holes in it, he remained as silent as a tomb. He would sometimes appear, like a ghost haunting their halls, headphones on, finally emerging from the nest he’d built himself in the spare bedroom. But the household felt even more oppressively silent than when the actress lived out her loneliest moments.

It had taken almost 24 hours before Carter agreed to eat something, 12 more before he finally looked into his sister’s eyes, and 72 hours for him to whisper a simple word. Elle was watching him drown with a heavy heart, finding herself grappling under the weight of her helplessness. She knew they had to talk. Only, she couldn’t even imagine herself reaching out to the young man, her words stuck in her throat as she desperately sought a way to communicate with him.

From the foot of the stairs, Elle experienced a truly different perspective. She’d lived here for several years but had never looked at her stairwell from this particular angle. From down there, she was almost dizzy. The distance between her and the floor — and therefore from Carter, seemed immense. The longer she stared, the more her heart swayed. She felt like she was on the upper deck of one of those huge ships. Skin still dotted with droplets of sweat and baby hairs sticking to the nape of her neck from her training session didn’t help with the floating sensation.

As she danced on her heels, leaning on the first step of the staircase, a set of words lost in the depths of her throat, a soft knock at the front door startled her. However wrong it may sound, she was grateful to anyone who might interrupt her contemplation. Another second and Elle was convinced she’d drown in the ocean swirl.

From the few colorful stained-glass windows on either side of the door, the brunette could make out a silhouette she would easily recognize even in complete darkness. The sun was drawing beautifully on their curves. In much the same way as Elle had done so many times before.

Stepping into the doorway, the actress spotted her own reflection in the wood-edged mirror by the staircase. The way the sun brought out the black ink on her arms, her brown locks pulled up into a messy bun, the very clothes she’d sweated in for hours still clinging to her slender body. Alarmed by her own scent, Elle buried her nose under her own armpit, relieved to detect the scent of the deodorant she had — perhaps abusively — applied to her skin that very morning.

The doorbell rang and Elle finally opened the wood-paneled door. Her tense, drawn features relaxed almost immediately into a smile. Now, she could breathe again.

— Hey, pretty girl, grinned Scarlett, book in hand. You left this back there.

The brunette clung desperately to her door, eyes locked on the familiar face in front of her. Light eyes, blond hair, full lips, and that sweet perfume that floated up to her.

Lord, how she missed that face.

— What?

— I never understood the point of taking a book to the gym but... I thought you might like to read the final pages tonight.

Scarlett arched an eyebrow at her friend. She had noticed how forgetful Elle had seemed today. It started with an oversight in the locker room, then a lack of concentration in training, and now the book. And God knows Elle never forgets her books anywhere.

— You were there? wondered the brunette, replaying her memories over and over again. I– I didn’t even see you. When did you land in LA?

— This morning. I texted you.

Elle seemed to realize, her mouth taking on the shape of an O as she rested her forehead against the door. She'd been so overwhelmed by Carter's arrival and the resumption of training that she'd forgotten everything else.

— You did. I’m so sorry, these last few days have been… tricky.

— Let me in? prompted Scarlett gently.

The owner nodded softly, a thin smile on her lips. Despite everything, she was happy to welcome the New Yorker into her home. Time tended to pass strangely slowly away from her. It was as if their last trip to the other side of the Earth had taken place years ago.

— Are you okay?

Elle's face broke into a smile. She patted the blonde gently on the shoulder before moving into the living room.

— I’m always okay, replied Elle without so much as a twitch in her voice. Can I get you anything? Water, tea... a soda?

Scarlett followed into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with an air of disbelief.

— Since when do you drink soda?

— I don’t. Carter does.

Elle dipped her hand in search of one of those cans. She’d bought them the day after the young man’s arrival and they hadn’t left the fridge since. The icy metal almost burned her fingers. The very way all her attempts were reduced to ashes.

— Soda, then?

The brunette got her head out of the cold just in time before Scarlett swung the door shut. The can between her trembling fingers was quickly placed on the kitchen counter as her friend lifted her chin with two of her manicured fingers.

— I’ve tried everything, Elle confessed without further ado. I bought all the stuff a kid his age eats, I also bought clothes from those skate brands and tried to introduce him to the dudes so they could hang out, but…

— Have you tried talking to him?

Elle shook her head so quickly that it made Scarlett giggle. She had unconsciously tried to solve the problem by buying her brother’s love and passing it on to others. While Carter probably needed attention and love, Elle had given him nothing but isolation and constant push-back.

— Honey, he doesn't need all those material things or for Seb to show him his pecs. He needs you – his sister.

Elle couldn’t help but sigh heavily. She had spent so many years apart from her own brother, now she felt like she was living with a stranger. She had left behind a little boy who loved Spiderman figurines, who loved to play tag with her, and who was very fond of her. But it was also the very same boy who had pushed her over the edge without even realizing it.

— He won’t talk to me.

Behind Elle's smile was a misty look. She could feel the tears burning her eyes, the way emotion stung her nose and tightened her throat. The weight on her shoulders seemed to grow heavier by the minute, getting a bonus every time Carter decided to ignore her a little more.

Sure, she’d abandoned him. But she had a good reason, right?

The lone tear on her cheek found refuge on Scarlett’s thumb. Once again, Elle found herself taken aback by her friend's gentleness. From the way Scarlett slid her hand up her neck, to the way she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear – to the way she tenderly kissed her lips.

Elle wanted to try and resist her but she instantly melted into the older woman. Her lips parted slightly to welcome the gentle gesture. Just for a fleeting instant, she forgot all about her brother on the upper floor.

As Scarlett broke the link between them, Elle couldn’t help but follow along, craving another taste of the simple act that so warmed her lower belly. She was met with nothing but emptiness and the warm breath of her beloved.

— Why don’t you try to relax while I have a chat with Carter?

— I’m perfectly relaxed, insisted Elle. Look, if even Seb couldn't get him to talk, I…

— Sebastian’s not a mom.

With that, the New Yorker slipped out of the kitchen, soda can in hand. Elle could hear her shoes on the stairs, her hand sliding against the railing, and her fingers knocking at the young man’s door. She hoped Scarlett was right. Sebastian wasn't a dad, she herself wasn't a mom - but Scarlett was. For such a short time, but she nevertheless was. It must have meant something.

It had to mean something.

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wetcatjohnward · 2 months

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These are my OC's. I will add their appearances later on.

Name: Elena Mercury

ID: 1159351159935

Apt: F03-03

Phone #: 4242

Occupation: Marine Corps

Relationships: Steven Rudboys (Fiance)

McLooy Rudboys (Father In Law)

Appearance: Left eye is blue (covered by her hair), Right eye is green, long scar from under her green eye to the corner of her lip, bandages on her arms, and has gold earrings and dog tags. Seen smoking cigarettes.

Name: John Mills

ID: 2341345815910

Apt: F02-02

Phone#: 7332

Occupation: Police Officer

Relationships: Izaack Gauss (Best Friend) {They’re actually secretly dating}

Appearance: Blue eyes, warm smile, short hair, usually wears a police officers uniform OR a blue turtleneck sweater and black slacks.

Name: Delores Peachman

ID:1345234534512

Apt: F01-02

Phone#: 2668

Occupation: Dressmaker/Designer

Relationships: Robertsky Peachman (Older Brother) Albertsky Peachman (Older Brother)

Appearance: Long orange hair, brown eyes, freckles.

Name: Maria Salieri

ID: 1920304555123

Apt: F01-03

Phone#: 5513

Occupation: Businesswoman

Relationships: Angus Cipriani (Cousin)

Appearance: Medium-length brown hair, blue eyes, a mole under left eye, wears a white shirt, black vest, red tie and black slacks. Sometimes wears earrings, or flowers in her hair.

Name: Eve Oda

ID:2005003451569

Apt: F03-04 {This is on purpose}

Phone#: 3915

Occupation: Artist

Relationships: None

Appearance: Long black hair, glasses, purple eyes, right eye is covered, red scarf, blue turtleneck sweater dress, red gloves.

Name: Phillis Carter

ID: 8345712906097

Apt: F01-04 {This is on purpose}

Phone#:8989

Occupation: Taxi driver

Relationships: None {Has a crush on Robertsky}

Appearance: Long purple hair (dyed, brown roots visible), white button down shirt, black slacks, long tie, light purple eyes, long nose.

#tnmn #that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor #headcanon #MY OCs

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starwriterulia · 2 months

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Tomb of the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon - Chapter 1

THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS HEAVY SUBJECT MATERIAL THAT MAY TRIGGER READERS WITH ANXIETY, DEPRESSION AND PTSD. CHAPTERS 1-4 INCLUDE DISCUSSION OF:

PHYSICAL DISABILITY ASSOCIATED WITH ROBINOW SYNDROME,

REACTIVE ATTACHMENT DISORDER AND ITS CONNECTIONS TO THE AUTISM SPECTRUM,

CHILD ABUSE WITHIN FOSTER CARE,

PARENTAL NEGLECT POST-ADOPTION,

LOSS OF INNOCENCE DUE TO INTERNET EXPLORATION,

AND THE LOSS OF AN ADOPTIVE PARENT.

FURTHERMORE, SOME CHAPTERS CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT.

Bat divider by @violetbudd

Creator support banner by @cafekitsune

Latest revision: August 18, 2024. Added "Support your creators by reblogging" banner. Revised story Description following recent developments in the story, and moved it to Masterlist. Added Chapter summary. Added ⏭️ emoji below end of chapter banner with text explaining its function as a navigational button.

Chapter summary: Ra's brings Faith Lawson to Wayne Manor, and gives Bruce sufficient information about herself and Thalassic Space, then Faith sends Bruce home via a door that appeared in the Holding Room Ra's was in, in Platonia.

Fandoms: DC Comics, Batfamily, no Batcest, Thalassic Space (OC; takes inspiration The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Assassin's Creed: Black Flag, Silent Hill 2, Silent Hill 3, and other sci-fi, fantasy and horror titles, as well as original concepts, such as the science and lore of the galaxy.)

[In order of appearance] Characters: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Faith Lawson (TBA; self-insert) J'onn J'onzz (Martian Manhunter), Carter Hall (Hawkman), Shiera Sanders (Hawkgirl), Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), Urania (OC), Ra's al Ghul, Damian Wayne (Robin), Tim Drake (Red Robin), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Stephanie Brown (Spoiler).

Word Count: 9700+ / 11, 682 (post-revision on July 24. Seriously.) 4092 (July 30 revision. MUCH better.)

Content warnings: Mild depiction of blood; Urania talks about the murder of Ulia and her lover, a trans boy, both who were mutilated, and Ulia's corpse was raped; Faith talks about her adoptive father's death; Faith talks about the high school knee injury that sowed anxiety and depression in her life; Faith talks about her harrowing foster care experience, in which she was given Benadryl instead of proper discipline and attention.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Saturday, February 10, 2024. 1:12 AM.

Batman meditated at the bottom of the left stairs in the great hall of Wayne Manor, the soft lights kept on during the night alight creating spots of amber in the dark. A woman with a light soprano voice groaned in pain and coughed violently behind him, from the study door, and continued to cough as she entered the great hall. She heaved and gasped for air while approaching him. ‘She has the seasonal flu.’ Batman noted. He turned his head to observe.

The young woman was ivory white, 4'6" tall, and had uncombed, mid-chest length black hair, three inches of ash blonde grown out at the top. She had a round face, a bulbous nose, hazel green eyes, dark circles, and dark, thick brows. She wore a black T-shirt and black pyjama pants with white ghosts, and light grey socks. She walked with a slight limp and carried a navy-blue duffle bag with golden letters spelling NVSS.

'I don't recognise that school. Her arms come to her upper thigh. Her biceps and forearms are about five centimetres long. She has dwarfism.' Her feet were wide, the arch of her right foot high. 'That can’t be her only injury that required operation. Her limp tells me she’s overexerted herself tonight and that she might have had a knee injury, which might have been caused by her dwarfism.'

Her chest was a C cup, she had thick thighs and 'A nice ass, I won't deny that.' There was an open cut on her right forearm. 'The item or weapon the villain used to cut the young woman activated her magic, displayed as the thin layer of white-blue light around her right hand. She stopped the attack and sent the villain away, likely to some kind of pocket dimension, giving her time to pack some belongings. But because of her disability and the villain possessing the item, she had to come along.'

'Also, this villain knows Batman's identity. They brought her here to get on my nerves. Narrows down the list by a lot. My guess is Ra's al Ghul.' Batman interacted with his gauntlet to begin an audio recording that he broadcast to the Watchtower. Martian Manhunter, Hawkman and Hawkwoman were on location, the latter two approaching the monitor.

The woman said, "Hi."

"Hello." Batman replied. He stood and climbed the steps to stand in front of the woman. "What’s your name?"

"Faith Lawson. I'm from Earth-33, and I'm twenty-four years old. September 4th, 1999, is my birthday."

Batman said, "Nice to meet you, Faith. Welcome to Earth Prime. Are you from British Columbia, Canada, by chance?"

"I am! Um, would you please help me?" From the study, a man screamed, his voice travelling with numerous wild screeches.

Batman noticed the light around the woman’s hand brighten. 'It must be managing her nausea while she needs to talk.'

The young woman said, "Oh, Platonia just acted on the last request I had, in case he cut himself with it, thinking it would give him control of Platonia. He's been brought to a Holding Room. No windows or doors, just a timeout. Time passes at half-speed in Platonia, and he's durable, so we don't need to worry about him dying."

'Not sure I believe that.' Thought Batman.

The computer of the Watchtower announced, "Welcome, Wonder Woman and Urania." Urania was a ivory white skinned woman with black, curly hair and dark brown eyes, wearing a toga and Greek sandals.

"Is she safe?" Said Urania

"She seems to be. Sounds like she has the flu, though." Hawkwoman said, walking back to Hawkman and Martian Manhunter with Wonder Woman and Urania.

"Welcome to the Watchtower, Urania of Pierian Spring. Please, tell us about your daughter." Said Martian Manhunter, as Wonder Woman, Hawkwoman and Urania stopped nearby Martian Manhunter and Hawkman.

"Sorry, one minute, Faith." Batman said the young woman, pointing to his ear.

"Oh, you're probably listening to the Watchtower, where Urania just arrived, right?"

"Yes, I am. Sorry, Watchtower. Urania, you may continue."

Urania said, "Thank you. In her previous life, 687 years ago, Faith was born as Ønske, sired by Víðarr and birthed by Skuld, and named by the Allfather, Odin. Skuld and Víðarr were too duty-bound to raise her, so Freyja and Freyr fostered her. The summer she was fourteen, Ønske saved a dragon pup from poachers on Vanaheim during a new moon, and returned the pup to its mother. The pup, Skinne, had a body of goshenite, a pink right eye, a yellow left eye, and pink and yellow stargazer lilies on her wings. Her mother, Frodig, was fluffy with pink fur and yellow eyes, and her father, Skjør, was made of white diamonds and had eyes of pink quartz."

"Frodig merged Skinne with Ønske to bestow Ønske with her Dragon Persona, the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon. That autumn, Ønske met Danu, the Fairy Queen of the Celts, after saving a coven of human fairies from Catholic witch hunters using seiðr and draconic illusions. From Danu, Ønske was given a Fairy Persona named Solas, whose firery sunrise wings turned black with dazzling white stars if Solas stood under a new moon. At fifteen, Ønske hunted with Freyja in Jotunheim for the troll-wolf beast called Blokkere, whose eyes and horns burned blue fire like the Naglfar. He was a pet of the pirate warlock Ebony Giant Elf named Bartholomew, who made himself captain of the Naglfar with his dark magic, eldest of the three sons of the Fallen Angel Nerobzal, once the Court Fool of Yahweh named Erophael. Oh, shall I tell you his story, as well? It is relevant."

"I don't see why not." Said Martian Manhunter.

"When Roman Emperor Nero committed suicide, Erophael laughed. Because it was not for joy but out of mockery for Nero's pathetic life, all life on Earth began to destroy itself. Yahweh banished Nerobzal to the Ninth Circle of Inferno, where Lucifer told Nerobzal about the white door behind Lucifer that no angel, demon or sinner had ever been able to open. Lucifer said that Nerobzal could claim whatever was beyond it, if he suceeded. There was a rather alarming situation involving the abomination living in the Perimeter of the Ninth Circle and Lilith that required the full attention of the angels, demons and Demon Hunters, who all ended up fighting each other. Nerobzal was freed by a kiss-ass demon who loved Lucifer, and Nerobzal skid on the ice towards the door. When he touched it, he knew what to do. Ulia, would you mind telling us the ritual?"

"Sure! So, the Domain of Platonia is a fortress entity inspired by the Navidson hallway from House of Leaves surrounded by the Skybox from the Team Fortress 2 ARG Project Skybox, defined as Julian Barbour’s platonia, a hypothetical entity containing every possible momentary configuration of the universe, primarily accessed via a door opening ritual inspired by the Doom II mod MyHouse.wad. Domains can also be created as a sailing ship or spaceship. I've had the idea of Platonia for about a year."

Urania said, "When you were a demigoddess, you knew about it for three years, until your death."

"MyHouse.wad reintroduced me to House of Leaves, and Platonia inspired the other two types of Magical Occupancies in Thalassic Space. Realms are moon planets created by gods, demons, demigods and demi-demons for magic people, which are Astral, Snow, Ebony and Fir Elves, Oak Dwarves, Spruce Humans, and anthropomorphic people, which include Felidae, Canidae, Lacertilia, Chiroptera and, ha ha, lemme, lemme say this a little slower so I don't get it wrong: Cyprinodontiformes,"

"That was pretty good!" Said Hawkman.

Faith laughed as she finished the sentence. "To live on with the creator. Plains are magic islands that can have shores on multiple planets at once, and are inhabited by magical creatures and humanoids, such as fairies, unicorns and Dragon Kin, namely Dragon Form people, along with dragons who do not have a humanoid form, and monsters and beasts who may have a humanoid form."

Batman hummed. "I'm with Project Skybox and MyHouse.wad. Tim went on a long rant about both of them, when they were trending."

"Oh, good, that saves me som time. In Thalassic Space, Platonia will also appear if someone does that ritual, or places their left hand on the door, knocks five times, and then opens the door. The ritual can be undone by doing the same with your right hand on the door after closing the door." Batman hummed.

"The Departed are ghouls original to Thalassic Space who serve the Four Princes of Hell. If enter Platonia without the ritual, the Departed and Umbrella Man will find you. When Platonia realised my aductor is a demon, it stopped being aggressive after he found the Nordic iron doors to my dragon tomb. Well, the Departed are surely trying to eat him, but Ra's is durable."

"Ra's al Ghul. I thought so. Not many of my villains know my identity, or would go so far as to bring a would-be victim into my home."

"Yeah, we had a wet dream where I was in his bed. He said I was perfect: a girl who looked like I do, had a creative mind, and, he assumed, powers that he could manipulate. I closed my eyes with a tired, amused hum, ya know, 'cause it was a lucid dream, and weird things happen all the time. I tried to let the episode end and take me somewhere else. But my Role was transferred to my Nero Persona, a jumpscare girl with a kuchisake-onna smile named Odeya. She had other ideas about how to end the dream. She poked her head from under the bed, told Ra's how to open a Door to Platonia, and then he woke up in front of his closet door and did the ritual."

"He could manipulate your mind, too."

"Oh, I know. If he wasn't evil, I'd be into him. I'm asexual panromantic. I don't need to explain my undying love for gender expression, but I will say that one thing I've learned from playing The Lord of the Rings Online and meeting Preston is that sometimes older men and women are pretty awesome. They can be patient, romantic and wise. Those are like, my favourite parts of a person that aren't physical. I love looking at facial features, followed by shoulders, back and hips, hoo mama!" Faith tilted her head back as she said this, and laughed. Urania and Wonder Woman giggled. "You obviously know asexuality is a spectrum, so I don't need to explain that." Batman nodded, humming. "I also have a personality disorder called Reactive Attachment Disorder."

"I’m familiar."

"My foster parents did the damage. My adoptive parents tried, but they couldn't gentle parent me for long, so my dream world version of my mom is cruel."

"What about your dad?"

"He passed in November 2021 from an aortic dissection. He was a good man. We all miss him."

"I’m sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. Anyway, we can just go in the room, I'll open the door, tell the Departed to leave with a gift of my hair and blood, and then the old man can take the door home. We'll see him again when we see him again. If he finds me in my next dream, I'll try just send him home? W-We'll see. Have Zatanna on speed-dial."

"I'll do that, Faith. Thank you." Faith nodded.

"You were saying, Urania?" Said Hawkman.

"Yes, thank you. After eight long hours, Blokkere was slain, but Ønske's left leg and lower back were brutally wounded. As Freyja held Ønske, she had a vision that urged her to leave with Ønske for Pierian Spring, in the forest on the back side of Mount Olympus. They arrived under a full moon, and Freyja begged for Ønske to live and walk again in exchange for the muse who would accept to become Ønske's mentor. My sisters and I had foreseen their arrival and Ønske's future as Faith, and agreed that I was best suited. When I healed her, I bestowed upon her the name Ulia Χαμένος (Chaménos), meaning 'lost', as tribute to the people of Thalassic Space whom she would go on to protect. I prefer to call her Ulia, as you have surely noticed."

"For four years, Ulia travelled with Freyja and Freyr or with me and my sisters around the Nine Realms and Ancient Greece. She was even invited to Paradiso, the summer of the first year, and the archangel Uriel greeted her as patron angel and bestowed Ulia her mortal name and story, which she would be reborn as. The Yule of her nineteenth year was spent on Mount Olympus, and among its guests was a elf-eared, silver dragon-skinned transgender prince with white hair and blue eyes named Argophael. He was sired by Menoetius from Opus and birthed by Danu, Fairy Queen of the Celts, but stolen as a babe by Bartholomew, which my sisters and I did not know of, nor had heard about from the Norns. Zeus revealed it was secret because Bartholomew had taken planet Bafsina of Thalassic Space hostage, but it could be freed now that Argophael can fufilled his quest to arrive at Yule. Zeus told that Argophael was Ulia's Animus and one true love, but it was an ill-fated love, as Bartholomew would now not only hunt Argophael, but Ulia."

"Argophael gifted Ulia a snowglobe depicting a galaxy containing a white-blue O-type star to the north, an asteroid belt of goshenite to the east of the star, a black hole that I knew to be Sagittarius A* to the south, and an asteroid belt of obsidian to the west of the black hole. Ulia kissed Argophael, and a yellow G-type star and a red M-type star appeared in the galaxy, colliding with the O-type star and sending a massive wave of energy into space, creating a solar system like Earth's before the G- and M-type stars merged and became the "vampire" companion of the O-type star that it had been missing. Ulia and Argophael slept together that night, and the next morning drew the first chalk-portal to Thalassic Space on a wall of Mount Olympus. They travelled for three years, sending letters frequently, and settled in the Puzzle Tower at the Carnival of Seasons of White Sun Harbour on the moon planet Realm of Tree Peoples. This is where the Ebony Elves, Oak Dwarves and Spruce Humans of Thalassic Space came from. Astral Elves came from the Lightless Realm, ruled wisely by the second son of Nerobzal, Krampus, before he was tainted by the Fool's Poem, written by Nerobzal after he escaped into Platonia."

"The Fool's Promise was the self-mutilation that those who read the poem aloud with hatred in their heart would undergo to submit themselves to him, and join Nerobzal's army of undead, dark sorcerers, and evil vampires and werewolves. Snow Elves came from the Lightful realm, ruled by the youngest son of Nerobzal, Santa Claus, until they and Santa fled with the Astral Elves for the three original planets of Thalassic Space, Yotutrnaeyl, Bafsina and Grace, after Krampus was lost to the Fool's Poem. Last of the Tree Peoples, Fir Elves came from the Realm of Album, and in the northern sea of which was the island called the Sanctuary of Gla'si where the first unicorns and pegasi of Thalassic Space were born from the womb of Epona, sired by Helios."

"Bartholomew murdered Argophael and Ulia as they were enjoying the night life of the Carnival from the balcony of my tower. It was an air assassination committed with Bartholomew’s black ebony sword aflame with the blue fire of the Naglfar. The cat anthropomorphs who maintained the Puzzle Tower and filled with the sounds of their own children and challenge tours for carnival guests found the lovers the next morning. Argophael's body had been mutilated, his face and the skin of his hands and feet removed as he died. Bartholomew raped Ulia's as she bled out, and seared her arms, legs and stomach with the fire of his sword."

"Gods, that's horrible." Said Wonder Woman.

"The cats restored their bodies and laid them in the sarcophagus in the final room of the dragon tomb Freyja and Freyr prepared, at the command of the Norns, after Ulia had recieved her Dragon Persona. The tomb was filed with draugr and traps."

Faith said, "My dragon tomb is actually a dungeon. It's Saarthal from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim."

"Hm." Said Wonder Woman, with a smile. "It sounds like you had fun creating all of this, Faith."

"Oh. It's obvous, isn't it?"

"Oh, it is, but that's not a bad thing."

Batman asked, "How long have you been working on Thalassic Space?"

"Since my dad died."

"You’re unpublished?"

"Yes. The Double Eight of Thalassic Space will be my first. It's been taking a while because of depression and other things related to being an adult on income assistance who's only been employed for a year now."

"I think it'll be a hit." Said Wonder Woman.

"Aw, thank you!"

Urania said, "The last room takes a deviation from Saarthal, however. A massive, beautiful stone bridge where friends and family left letters and gifts connects the doors to an island surrounded by water from Pierian Spring. The island hosts the sarcophagus of Ulia and Argophael, as well as the sarcophagi of ten Dragon Priests."

Faith said, "For context, usually one is enough to pose a challenge."

"To exit without retracing your steps, you have to solve one of four puzzles. That will return you to the surface of the Plain of Ulia and Argophael, in the southern waters of the Realm of Tree Peoples. And that, ladies and gentles,"

"And non-binary peoples!" Faith chimed in.

Urania laughed. "Yes, them too, is a comprehensive retelling of how Ønske Ulia Chaménos lived and died."

"Thank you for sharing the story with us, Urania. And you, Faith, for your assistance." Said Martian Manhunter.

"What can I say? Storytelling is my passion! Oh. Ha ha. Mother. Guess what I still have to tell them, after I send Ra's home?"

"What do you feel is necessary, daughter?"

"The Dream World on Paper, and how, through it, I'm the Great Little Starwriter and Playwright of the Rondo Theatre." She said at half volume, making eye contact with Batman, "I prepared too much, in four years."

"You might have. It's all solid, though."

"Thank you!"

Urania said, "Yes, Ulia. You should tell them that, too."

"OK!" Faith said, cheerfully. "Into the study we go." Faith and Batman went into the study. There was a new white door on the far wall.

Batman said, "The window is gone."

"It will come back, once we end the ritual." Faith led Batman to the door. She pressed her left palm to the door and knocked on it five times with her other hand, left hand glowing neon orange as she knocked. Two seconds passed. Five knocks sounded from the inside. Faith opened the door. Before Batman and Faith was a long stone hallway with a bend to the right.

"Platonia, do you understand me?" An upwards grumble from the walls. "Please show us where you're Holding Ra's al Ghul. Thank you." Four seconds passed. The walls moved towards the exit, then rightwards for several seconds before opening to a small room with a four-foot-tall ceiling. Ra's was crouched and slashed his sword towards eight naked humanoids with pale grey dry skin devoid of genitals, hair and eyelids. The goshenite dragon tooth, the size of a pomegranate, laid on the ground near Ra's’ feet.

"Hello, Departed." Faith said. The creatures snapped their heads towards her. They had monochrome irises and neon red pupils. "That is enough. Leave my dragon tooth at my feet and return to the Underside. You may take a little bit of my hair and blood as payment. Thank you."

Instantly, the Departed scattered, phasing through the concrete walls. Three tried to bite Ra's arms and legs while Ra’s roared and fought them off. One Departed used this commotion to take the dragon tooth, and hurried to the entrance, stopping inches in front of Faith and placing the item down. Faith's cheeks rose in a smile. She crouched on her left knee, picked up the tooth in her left hand, and cut off a bit of her hair, offering it in her left hand while gently dragging the tooth along the wound on her arm to draw blood.

Batman kept an eye on Ra's. The demon sat, bewildered and out of breath, watching Faith and the Departed. Faith said, "You may drink for three seconds and share it with your kin."

"Thzaznank yabozuz." The warped voice of the Departed said. It took Faith's hair into its right hand. It made eye contact with Faith, pausing. Batman saw a spark of ill-fated attraction in her eyes. The Departed held Faith's wrist with its left hand and bit into her wound and began to drink.

Martian Manhunter said, "I don't recognise that language."

Hawkman said, "Probably because it's from Faith's fictional galaxy."

"Once fictional, now realised." Hawkwoman said.

"Precisely so." Said Urania.

Batman muttered into his gauntlet, “It’s a letter substitution language. It said, "Thank you."."

As Batman whispered to the League, Faith said, "Ow." And hissed. Seconds passed. "You are out of time."

The Departed separated its mouth from Faith's arm and licked its thin lips. "Yabozuz tazsrte delabiciouzs."

"You taste delicious." Batman quietly translated.

"I'm glad you enjoyed. Take care, now."”" Faith bowed her head.

The Departed mirrored the gesture. "Goz'dbzyabe." It turned and scampered away and to the right, phasing through the wall.

"That was “Goodbye.", obviously." Batman said.

"That door behind you will take you home, Ra's." Said Faith. "You've been given mercy by the Domain of Platonia, and the Nero Spirits who serve the Princes of Hell. Nightmares will burden you for two weeks, then one of the ghouls who just harassed you will visit you a quarter after one o'clock in the morning and offer to take your memories and knowledge of Thalassic Space in return for peace. Pursue my power again and you'll meet more of the evil and good forces of the galaxy, and me, with practice of my powers."

"You're fucking mad, girl." Ra’s smirked. "You could make this easier for both of us if you had just laid there and let me use you."

"I don't like men who don’t know boundaries. You're hundreds of years old, so there’s no point in trying to teach you. I'll just keep sending you home with blue balls." Ra's growled, got on his feet and opened the door. "Have a good night." Faith said, in a friendly tone.

"Goodnight." Ra's said, grumpily. He entered the door and closed it behind him. Faith sighed, closed the Door to Platonia, and repeated the ritual with her right palm, emitting white-blue light, on the door and her left hand on the doorknob. Batman noted that her hand stopped glowing, idly. The window returned.

"How was that?"

"That was good. Thank you." Faith nodded. "You can take any of the guest rooms on the right side of the next floor. I'll have Damian bring some tea up for you, and I'll bring you soup and medicine in the morning."

"Thank you." Faith walked out with Batman. She grumbled in pain as she began to climb the stairs.

Martian Manhunter asked Urania, "Will you be visiting your daughter tonight, Urania?"

"No. I will visit once she has had sufficient rest," Urania made claws with her fingers, pointed together and posed as if holding a rock melon sized ball. A golden celestial globe appeared in the space her hands had made. Urania grabbed it, and offered it to Martian Manhunter, who readily accepted it. "Or if she needs me when you are unable to reach Zatanna for magic control."

"That sounds all well and good, Urania. Thank you again." Martian Manhunter offered to shake Urania's hand.

Urania accepted the gesture. "You are welcome. Goodnight, all." She said, leaving the room with Wonder Woman. "And goodnight, Ulia!"

"Goodnight, Mother!"

"Robin?" Said Batman, stopping in the hallway as Faith entered the first guest room and turned on its light.

"Yes, Father?" Robin appeared from the shadows of the upstairs floor, close to where Batman stood.

"Would you please make Faith ginger tea with honey?"

"Yeah, OK."

"Thank you." Batman followed Faith into the bedroom.

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alegendoftomorrow · 7 months

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Ice Skating

Summary: A fun outing after Christmas turns into a tease fest when one of the Dagger Squad may not be as good at everything as they pretend to be.

OC: Olivia Carter (Liv, Livy, Olive,). Photo Journalist assigned to the Dagger squad to do a piece on Naval Aviators in the modern world. Official character sheet coming soon!

Word Count:1,971

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first entry into @sailor-aviator ‘s winter challenge. My prompt was ice skating, though I did also use this as a springboard for a possible series that I hope to start soon. Now, is this late... so very much so. Did life decide to send me into the new year with one finale kick…. Also yes. Is this also the first personal thing I’ve written for myself in a long time…also yes. But I had so much fun doing it and it feels good to get back to writing again. I hope you all have a phenomenal New Year and you find all the things you were looking for…. Enjoy some Christmas in February

“This was a terrible idea,” Jake’s voice calls from somewhere behind Liv. His tone lacking its usual confident swagger as she turns towards it to find him clutching the edge of the ice like it’s his lifeline. His feet slipping and wobbling as he attempts to walk rather than skate.

“I thought you said you had been skating before?” Liv called as she glided closer to him. Stopping sharply in front of him and meeting his pouting glare with an innocent smile.

“Yeah, when I was ten,” he said sharply. Ducking his head in something that resembled sheepishness. “I thought it was like riding a bike.”

Liv shouldn’t laugh. She really shouldn’t. Yet she can’t help the barely contained giggle that bursts past her lips that she tries to disguise as a cough. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not funny. Just try to—”

“What’s not funny?” Bradley’s voice cuts through her words and the Christmas music still playing on the loud speakers around them. “Seriously Hangman, you’re still attached to the wall? You know there are five-year-old’s doing laps around you right?”

Jake rolls his eyes and mumbles something unintelligible, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose while Bradley leans down and kisses Liv’s cheek. His mustache scratching her warm skin in a way that still sets her heart racing like it did the very first time he kissed her there. His arm wrapping around her waist and tugging her closer to his side. Effortlessly using his strength to keep them both balanced and upright.

“Come on my love leave the poor man alone. Can’t you see he’s struggling enough?” Liv playfully smacks Bradley’s shoulder as he throws his head back and laughs. The California sun catching his blonde-brown curls and throwing that warm light back down onto Liv. Momentarily making her forget there are other people around her until Jake very loudly clears his throat.

“If you two are about to start making heart eyes at each other again I’m going to throw up.”

“Oh, whose making heart eyes?” A voice calls out. All three sets of eyes turn to find Mickey and Reuban skating towards them. Bundled up like everyone else around them against the “cold”. Matching knitted candy cane stripped scarves around their necks that were a gift from Reuban’s wife. They’d opened them yesterday when they’d gotten back and had yet to take them off. Somehow Mickey seemed more excited them Reuban had been. Proudly declaring “his shared wife” had made it for him. Reuban had found this far less amusing then the rest of the squad.

“No one is,” Bradley said quickly. Squeezing Liv closer he nodded towards Jake who was doing hi sbets to look like he didn’t need the wall to stay balanced. “We were just making fun of Jake here and his inability to skate.”

“You can’t skate?!” Mickey’s voice added to the shock in his wide eyes and dumbfounded expression.

“I can—”

“No way!” Reuban continued. “You mean there is something even the great Hangman himself can’t do.”

Jake sighed deeply and hung his head into his hand, groaning as the teasing continued. Liv wanted to feel bad but considering Jake was often the first to jump on someone else’s weakness she really didn’t feel too bad about it.

“Yeah, well not all of us grew up in the ice and snow,” he weakly shot back. Another round of laughter as Bradley argued that he too had grown up in California for some time, and Mickey put in that he’d grew up without snow too.

Liv just leaned into Bradley’s chest and looked at the group with an amused smile. The California heat was new to her. As was a Christmas and New Year without snow. Her parent’s farmhouse was likely half buried in snow and the pond she’d learned to skate on would have been frozen for months.

“Yeah, and didn’t Javy grow up in New Orleans?” Bradley added with a pretend thoughtful expression. “Yet I know that man can skate nearly as good as Livy here.” He jostled Liv out of her thoughts for a moment.

“Speaking if Javy, where is your wingman, Jake?” She asked.

“Oh, he hasn’t made it to the ice yet,” Mickey said. Pointing across the rink to the outdoor rental building where Javy was leaning against the counter with a wide grin as his hands animated the story, he was telling to the beautiful woman working the counter. “Yeah, he’s too busy flirting to come and save you.”

The woman laughed at something Javy said and Jake gave a long-suffering sigh, a look of betrayal crossing his face.

“Don’t make that face.” Liv smirked. “Like you haven’t done the same thing to him a thousand time.” She raised her eyebrow in an almost dare to have him disagree with her. He did not.

“Yeah, well how come Bob gets to sit this activity out?” He shot back instead.

They all looked over to the row of bleachers sparsely filed with mothers helping their kids tie up their skates, friends huddled around hot chocolate mugs laughing with whipped cream on their faces, and a few older people with cameras waving to their families on the ice. Right in the middle was Bob. His cheeks covered in a pink blush as he stuttered his way through an explanation of his booted ankle while he helped a woman’s young daughter stand up in her skates. The woman’s son was sitting on Bob’s other side continually shaking his head when his mom tried to offer him a pair of skates. Bob must have said he would watch him because the woman smiled and took Bob’s hand, nodding her thanks which made the blush on Bob’s cheeks worse. He nervously adjusted his glasses and pointed to the ice, saying something that made the little girl laugh.

Good for him, Liv thought as she turned her gaze back to Jake who was growing increasingly annoyed.

“Because he twisted his ankle playing volleyball with us all yesterday,” Nat said. Her sudden appearance causing them all to jump and Jake to scramble back into the wall.

“A little warning next time Tasha!”

“Sorry,” she said in a way that made it clear she wasn’t sorry at all. “What are we all doing hovering awkwardly over here?”

“Jake can’t skate,” Mickey supplied.

“We’re making fun of him,” Reuban added.

“I hate all of you,” Jake shot back.

“Even me?” Liv asked. Turning out of Bradley’s grip to face Jake fully with her best puppy dog eyes.

“Especially you Olive. This was your idea.” Jake pointed a finger at her and yet there was no venom in his words.

Liv gasped and gripped at her heart. Mock hurt flashing across her face as she fell backwards and suppressed a laugh when Bradley’s strong hands caught her. “I’m hurt Jake. You have wounded me and I don’t think I can recover from this.”

She peeked an eye open just in time to watch Jake roll his eyes and the other laugh.

“You’ll get over it,” he promised.

Before Liv could say anything back, a very breathless and unsteady Javy called out for them as he skated quickly towards them before nearly crashing into Mickey and Reuban. Both men exclaiming as they caught him and scrambled to catch their balance. Bradley pushing Liv back to standing and Nat skating a step forward with her hands out to help if needed.

“And where have you been?” Jake asked accusingly when Javy had been rightened back onto his own feet. Though Mickey and Reuban kept their hands floating beside him just in case.

“Whoa, whoa why the aggression?” Javy asked with only mild confusion. Liv recognized that mischievous glint in his eyes as meaning he was only half listening to whatever any of them said. He had come here with a plan. “I was only gone a few minutes.”

“It’s been half an hour and I could have used some backup,” Jake said.

Javy tilted his head and scanned his eyes over all their faces for a moment before just shrugging and plowing on to what he’d come here to say. “Okay so I was talking to Claire and—”

“Who’s Claire?” Natasha asked.

“Unimportant,” Javy continued. “Anyways—”

“She’s the woman renting out skates,” Liv whispered to Natasha who leaned over so she could see the woman in question and then nodded.

“She’s cute.”

“I know.”

“—So, she says her friend Amelia is the best there is,” Javy finished with a flourish.

“Wait. Who’s Amelia?” Liv asked. Clearly having missed something while talking to Natasha.

Javy fixed both of them with an exasperated look. “Do either of you ever pay attention when I talk?”

“As a general rule of thumb, no,” Natasha teased.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t listen to any of you,” Liv added.

“Hey!” Bradley turned to face her with a pout. His honey brown eyes locking onto hers as he stuck his bottom lip out.

“That doesn’t include you, my love. I always listen to you,” Liv added quickly. Cupping his cheek and patting it softly with her fingers.

A chorus of groans and gagging noises followed the action.

“Alright back on topic. Amelia is the red head over there that’s offering lessons. She’s also single,” Javy added with a smirk.

More groans and eye rolls followed as they all watched Jake’s interest immediately shift to the woman a few feet away from them. She was tall and had a white hat pulled down over her ears, her long red hair only barley contained in a thick braid down her back. Smaller red curls poked out around her face and her ice blue eyes were filled with light as she clapped for a pair of siblings who had just finished skating the length of the rink without falling.

“Don’t worry I already talked her up for you.” Javy nudged Jake in the ribs and the other man’s confident smile once again wavered. His eyes snapping to Javy.

“What did you tell her?”

“Only the good things don’t worry. Come on, consider it my very late Christmas present to you.” Javy didn’t give Jake a chance to protest as he wrapped his arm around his and dragged him over towards the woman. Jake attempting to still look as tall and in control of the situation as he still white-knuckle gripped the wall.

“Oh, this I have to see,” Natasha said as she too moved to follow after them.

“I’ll race you there,” Mickey dared. Tucking the edges of his scarf back into his jacket so he was ready.

“Twenty bucks says I beat all of you,” Reuban chimed in. Living up to his callsign as Bradley and Liv shared a look before declaring their intention to race too.

“Let’s maybe not race towards the group of beginners though,” Liv said. Pointing instead to the bleachers on the other side of the rink where Bob was still conversing with the young boy beside him.

The pilots and Liv all lined up against the wall and waited for an opening while Natasha cupped her hands to her mouth and called out.

“Bob! Call it when we get there.”

Bob looked up and squinted at them before shaking his head with a sigh and flashing a thumbs up. Liv was pretty sure he mumbled something about pilots and there need for speed but her lip-reading skills weren’t the best.

“Go!” She called.

More laughter mixed with the sound of skates cutting into ice as the last bars of Jingle Bells played on the loud speakers. Just for this moment at least, they were safe and happy, and really that was all any of them had wanted for Christmas anyway.

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