#something keeps either getting stuck in there or something has nested in there

[packedtazer]

“Querida sunshine my love if you keep wearing felps’ hoodie it’ll stop smelling like him”

Mike has been doomed to the dungeon ^-^

[clockwayswrites]

Bitty birb in the nest is worth...? Part 19

Masterpost This is going to have many typos and spelling issues, but it currently feels like I've got an ice pick in my temple and my skin hurts so there's no rereading happening atm. Sorry!

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Danny looked up as Tim Drake-Wayne strode into the lab and closed the door quietly behind himself.

“Tim?”

“Mm-hum?” Tim hummed as he sat down his thermos before he shed his messenger bag, coat, and school jacket onto an open part of desk.

Danny watched on with bemusement. The kid looked half asleep. “Not that it isn’t great to see you again, but what are you doing here, honey?”

“Bruce is on a call running Luthor in circles and then has to talk to legal about some stuff because Luthor is always an ass. We’re supposed to go run an errand and then to dinner together, so I’m stuck here until he’s ready to leave for the day.”

“I’m sorry,” Danny said honestly.

“It’s okay, at least Bruce won’t forget, not like—” Tim shut his mouth with a snap, seemingly suddenly thinking about what he was saying.

“It’s okay, I get it,” Danny said, because he did. “You need somewhere to hide out then?”

“Yeah, it’s… calm here.”

“Okay. Sit wherever you want that’s clear. If you need to move something, let me know first, okay?”

“Thanks,” Tim said, shoulders finally losing some of their tension.

“Of course, whenever you need.”

Not wanting to push Tim in any way, Danny kept a subtle eye on the boy as Tim absently wandered around Danny’s office. To Tim’s credit, he did try to touch anything or move things around, even as he obviously grew increasingly tired.

It would be a lot, Danny supposed, to be a teen ager trying to live up to the legacy of two important families in the area, learn the business, go to school, and (hopefully) also spend time with friends. Danny knew how hard it had been only having Phantom as an obligation.

While, sure, Danny wished Tim had made chosen a less neck cramping spot, he was happy to see Tim finally settle down and seemingly fall asleep… under one of Danny’s work benches. Danny couldn’t fuss too much, he’d done that plenty in grad school himself. Once Tim seemed properly asleep, Danny got up to fetch his cardigan from the hook by the door and took it to drape over the sleeping kid. Tim let a little huffed breath of air before he snuggled further into the cardigan and settled back into sleep.

It made Danny’s heart melt in a way that he didn’t want to think too hard about.

It really was no surprise when about forty-five minutes later one Bruce Wayne poked his head into Danny’s office. The door was hardly open when Danny had his finger up and over his mouth in the universal sign of ‘shush’.

Bruce titled his head curiously. Danny gave a little nod of his head towards the workbench that Tim was sleeping under. Silently, Bruce moved to the work bench and crouched down next to it. There was a soft, amused sound before Bruce reached out to brush his hand over Tim’s forehead, as if habitually checking for a fever.

When Bruce returned to where Danny was working, he asked softly, “How long has he been asleep?”

“A little over a half hour. It took him about ten minutes to settle in,” Danny answered, voice equally quiet.

“Then do you mind if I let him keep resting for another fifteen minutes or so? He’s likely to wake up on his own then.”

Danny shook his head. “Nope, let the kid rest. He seems like he needs it.”

Bruce glanced at Tim, his expression that soft sort of worried only parents seemed to get. “He does. He works too hard at… everything. He’s always trying to prove himself even when he doesn’t need to anymore.”

Danny made a little questioning noise as he got back to fiddling with the annoyingly tiny screws.

“His parents were… demanding. They had very exacting ideas of what proper high society behavior was,” Bruce explained. “I’m sadly not the best suited at dismantling those ideas either.”

“Ah… well, what do you do that encourages him to be a kid?” Danny asked.

“He skateboards, actually. And he enjoys photography, but even that became a goal what with art competitions at school.”

“Maybe take him and Damian on a mini art vacation? Somewhere pretty. Somewhere where it’s not about judges,” Danny suggested. He finally got the last screw seated so he glanced up at Bruce’s thoughtful face.

“That’s a good idea,” Bruce said. “I’ll start looking at what might work. Thank you.”

“Sure, ideas are kinda what I do,” Danny said and motioned to the office around him with the screwdriver.

Bruce’s answering chuckle was low and warm. “I suppose it is. I hope you’re also not overworking yourself.”

“I’m doing much better,” Danny assured Bruce. “I just needed some rest.”

“Which my children made sure you got. I’m still sorry that they kept you so long on Friday.”

It was Danny’s turn to laugh. “Honestly, I don’t think you really have much control over what they do.”

“No, I really don’t,” Bruce admitted. “But I wouldn’t have them any other way.”

“That’s good; they’re a pretty amazing family,” Danny said with a soft smile. “And if I don’t get to be sorry about falling asleep, you don’t get to be sorry about making me rest.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but deal.”

“I am a master business man,” Danny teased and ducked his head to hide his smile.

“I’ll have to watch for corporate take overs. Keep an eye on the stocks and papers.”

“Maybe. Oh, speaking of… Well, not speaking of but sort of related? You know, I was joking about us making the papers.”

Bruce hummed curiously so Danny set aside his tools to pull up the story that several coworkers had sent him on his table. He spun it to face Bruce. The picture of them in the box was big on the screen. They were pressed almost chest to chest with Bruce’s arms around Danny. It certainly looked incriminating.

“Well shit,” Bruce said with a sigh. He picked up the tablet to scan through the article. There wasn’t anything in it, of course, just wild speculation. “I hope you haven’t been harassed about this by anyone.”

“I don’t think anyone knows who I am to harass me,” Danny said honestly. “Some coworkers have sent me it, but apparently it’s just my luck to have both randomly run into a Wayne and be invited to an event and have one of my ‘spells’ when I’m around them.”

Bruce looked at him with one well manicured brow raised. “You have interesting luck.”

“Yep. It’s been quite a life so far. I was pretty much born into interesting luck and life has really lived up to that luck and died by it,” Danny said with a little chuckle as he took his tablet back.

“I feel concerned by that last part.”

Danny hummed in question, distracted by pulling his notes back up.

“The having died by the luck part.”

“Oh.” Danny smiled, but he knew that expression was less than a happy one. “I think I mentioned that there was an accident when I was a kid?”

Bruce nodded and lean his elbows on the work bench and crosses his arms. “You did. One that is apparently still affecting your pulse to this day.”

“Yes, well,” Danny glanced away from Bruce. Why was it still so hard to talk about. “When I was fourteen, I was electrocuted at at an… industrial level of voltage. Unsurprisingly it killed me. And hey, obviously I came back! But that sort of thing sticks around.”

“I’m sorry.”

Danny looked back at Bruce, honestly startled. In all this time, Danny wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard a ‘I’m sorry’ about his accident, not without strings attached. His lips quirked into a smile again. This one felt more pleasant. “Thanks. Trust me though, I’m grateful that life has, had been calmer.”

Whatever Bruce was going to say to that was cut off by a loud yawn, the sound of someone shifting around, and then the unmistakable bang of a limb against the metal legs of one of the workbenches.

Quiet cussing followed a moment later.

“You okay there, Tim?” Danny asked.

“Fine,” Tim hissed back.

“I’m sure I have an instant icepack in my office. We can grab one before we leave,” Bruce said.

“B?” Tim asked, voice noticeably brighter. A moment later he appeared out from under the desk.

“Hi, sweetheart, sorry that I had to take that call,” Bruce said as he stepped over to Tim. He reached out to brush the teen’s hair a little straighter.

“It’s fine, it’s Lex, I get it.”

“I know you get it, but that doesn’t mean it has to be fine.”

Tim just shrugged. The action made him notice the the cardigan draped over his shoulders. A little blush rose on his cheeks as he took it off and handed it back to Danny. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for Tim, you weren’t any problem,” Danny assured him. “You’re welcome in my office whenever.”

“You’re going to regret that,” Tim said.

Danny just shrugged with a smile.

“Come on, chum, let’s go find that icepack. We’ll still get to your store before it closes,” Bruce said and started to guide Tim out by the shoulder.

Bruce glanced behind him and Danny gave a little wave to the retreating Waynes.

His luck indeed.

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“What happened in Danny’s office that’s bothering you?” Tim asked. He had the icepack pressed against his elbow and was sitting almost sideways so that he could take in all of Bruce’s expression.

Bruce was doing that thing where he was feeling big, complicated emotions and wishing he wasn’t. Tim could read it in the way that Bruce’s shoulders were set, that little bit of tightening under his eyes, and the way he was very purposefully not frowning.

“B,” Tim pressed.

Bruce sighed, the sound all of his air. “I think we should leave Danny alone, both as Waynes and as Bats.”

Tim jolted and scrambled to sit up further. “Wait, what? Bruce, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” Bruce assured Tim. “Nothing bad happened. Vicky got a picture of Danny and I at the ballet. We spoke some about it and Danny talked about how he had interesting luck. He said he was grateful that life has been calmer; he had to change that to had.”

“…oh.”

“It’s just that—”

“No, you’re right. I’ll try to talk to the others about it because you know they won’t listen to you about it.”

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

“It’s fine, I get it.”

[secretlypeerless-cucumber]

Lounging on a shelf is not what Shen Qingqiu would have done with his time, before. Before the deviation, before the body snatcher... Before A-Yuan.

But well... He is not quite Shen Qingqiu anymore, right? He is not sure he is Shen Jiu anymore. He doesn't know quite what or who he is.

The other is equally as strange; sauntering around the warehouse picking up fluffy pillows and blankets like he owned it all. Shen Jiu could never get away with something like that, before. But A-Yuan can, and he does.

Xiao-Jiu was an expert at crying prettily for charity; an expert of tugging in heart stings until the weakest link of expecting mob breaks and allows a little coin slip, or a piece of food drop. What he never was, is an expert at being a bratty little shit that flutters his lashes just right to get Qi-ge Yue Qingyuan to ignore everything they are doing and even intimidate Shang-shidi into staying quiet too. He was so mad when it happened... How dare this thief also try to rob him of Qi-ge?!

But A-Yuan only did things in their benefit, and never once tried to get rid of Shen Jiu too. When Liu Qingge tried to parce which one was the one he liked, Shen Yuan just... grabbed Shen Jiu's hand and left.

Just like that, without words, they decided to never let anyone know which one is which. Shen Jiu doesn't really know why A-Yuan did this; surely he must know that everyone preferred him, that they would give anything to keep the good one and throw away the rotten one. But he is grateful to have someone in his corner for once, someone who doesnt flinch at his barbed words and gives as good as he takes. Someone who understands the urge to bask in a comfortable sunny spot and shit-talk everyone who walks by.

Also this shelves are comfy as fuck, like A-Yuan would say.

Dressing as disciples was a weird thing at first. Reasoning being that, as A-Yuan didn't experience being one and Shen Jiu didn't enjoy his turn, they could try and have fun now that their place in the sect is secure and they have convenient disciple age bodies to get away with it. But still weird. Also Bai Zhan is not the first place he'd chose, but it is surprisingly quiet and pacefull in the storehouse.

Maybe its because the little brutes here don't even know what this building is for... Or because they let all of them on a wild goose chase.

A-Yuan comes back with his spoils, smug like the brat he is before Shen Jiu helps him climb to the highest shelf. They then build a little nest to nap in.

His Peak has been attacked.

Liu Qingge is furious.

All barracks and classroom have been vandalized, the comunal eating hall, even the bathhouse! All painted with drawings of pigs and "Brute Peak" writen all over. The fact that not a small part of his kids asked another what it said, in his presence, does NOT mean Shen Qingqiu was right when he said, all those years ago, that his peak was full of illiterate children.

It must have been those brats at Xian Shu, because he still maintains a secure border with Qing Jing and no one crossed over. Or maybe the pushovers at An Ding finally grew some balls and retaliated like they should've done for years.

The worst part is the complete betrayal from Zhangmen-shixiong. He merely smiled like the world was in peace and offered him some tea! Yue Qingyuan! A traitor! The only one who could possibly get away with things in front of Zhangmen-shixiong is-...

Shen Qingqiu.

Liu Qingge still doesn't know what to make of the situation with Shen Qingqiu. First he is a spineless dishonorable bastard, then a most infuriating yet kind man, and now a pair of children than won't talk with anyone but themselves and rarely if ever are at their own peak... It is most infuriating.

He is sure too, that one of them is the bastard and the other the kind man, but they won't interact with anyone or tell anyone their 'new names' either! So they are stuck calling both or them 'Shen Qingqiu'.

Liu Qingge will attend two whole peak lords meetings in a row just to get some damn answers.

Still fuming, Liu Qingge kicks the door to the storehouse. A trail of his kids behind him ready to grab cleaning brushes and soap. This should be An Ding's problem to clean! Not them! An Ding deals with the inconsequential things, but Shang-shixiong is refusing so vehemently to deal with the attack, Liu Qingge is starting to thing he knows who did it.

After watching the kids fumble for a bit he orders them to get to work, and turns to leave. Not before hearing a quiet giggle from up hight, near the roof, where a pair of vibrant green eyes watch his misery with mirth.

"I will tell Zhangmen-shixiong about this!" Because surely, with this new information, he will punish Shen Qingqiu for vandalizing his peak, surely.

"Shidi can certanly try" One laughs at him while the other sticks his tongue out at him most childishly.

This is worse than their actual disciplehood. Liu Qingge is beginning to realize, with horror, that he prefered when Shen Qingqiu would sneer publicly and throw sand in his eyes.

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[dreamsteddie]

Instinctual

Written for the @stmarchmm day 30 prompt “omega nests/alpha nests” | Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington

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Also posted on Ao3

Eddie doesn’t know what he’s doing or why it’s pissing him off so badly.

There’s been this itch under his skin for the last couple of weeks, and even if Eddie doesn’t like to conform to the expectations of his designation, he’s also never been one to ignore his instincts. When he’s mad, he’ll fill the place up with his scent. When he’s overwhelmed with love for his pack, he’ll force them all into a big, messy puppy pile. Wayne likes to say he’s just a big pup disguised as an alpha.

But none of that explains why he’s been madly redecorating his den. He can’t help it; his instincts are telling him that it isn’t right, even though his den has been diligently crafted and maintained since he moved in with Wayne and didn’t have to compete with his dad for space anymore. The light is hitting his face wrong in the morning, his sheets are the wrong texture, and for some god forsaken reason, the big tapestry blanket he was very proud to thrift needs to cover the far wall that connects to Wayne’s room instead of remaining on his bed.

Normally, Eddie is happy to follow his instincts, but he also usually knows why he’s doing something. Eddie would actually really like to not be doing this, but he doesn’t feel like there’s much of a choice, hence the irritation.

He’s in the middle of moving around the pile of blankets on his bed again — why his instincts want so many blankets is beyond him. Spring in Hawkins isn’t that cold — when he hears the door open. Wayne won’t be home for another six hours, so that means it must be Steve.

Despite the judgemental looks the old bitties in the trailer park give them, the omega has been coming over almost every day since the not-so-end-of-the-world. It started off as pack bonding, everyone cramming into the double-wide to be with Eddie and Max when they were both too injured to go far. Eventually, everyone settled. The kids, Nancy and Robin, all went back to school, but Steve stuck around. Eddie won’t try to say he discouraged it. He kind of loved having an omega in the house. Loved having Steve in the house.

All that is to say, Eddie doesn’t bother to go see who’s at the door, he lets Steve know he’s in the bedroom knowing the omega will meander his way in after he kicks off his shoes and grabs a glass of water the same way he always does. Eddie just keeps working, instinct screaming at him even louder now that someone is going to see his incomplete den. It has nothing to do with that person being Steve. He swears.

When Steve finds him, Eddie is mid-wrestle with a particularly ornery fitted sheet, which has decided to betray him and come undone. Steve pays him no mind, flopping down directly onto the mess of his bed after putting his glass down on the dresser.

On a normal day, Eddie would pay this no mind. Steve is good at making himself at home wherever he is, and with so much time spent with Eddie at his house, he doesn’t bother with asking permission for much anymore. Eddie's house is Steve’s house as far as either of them are concerned, but today is not a normal day.

Today, Eddie is wound up and trying to figure out what his instincts want from him. Today, Steve flops down on Eddie’s bed, in Eddie’s nest, and lets out that same happy groan he always does when he can finally get off his feet after a long day. Today, Eddie realises what exactly he’s been doing, and for whom.

He’s nesting.

He’s building a full-on nest in his room for Steve Harrington.

Eddie must make some kind of noise because Steve lifts his head from where it had been happily buried in a stack of pillows, tilting his head in that puppyish way that is far too cute for Eddie to handle at a moment like this.

“You alright, man?” Steve asks, all mind concern and genuine curiosity. Eddie knows from experience that if he says he’s not feeling well, Steve will invite him in for a friendly pack cuddle and trill at him in that sweet way that makes Eddie’s heart squeeze. He can not handle that right now.

“Yes. Yup. All good here, Harrington. Just trying to conquer this fitted sheet.” Cool, he’s totally being cool.

“If you say so…” Steve responds, clearly not buying it but willing to let it go for now. “I like what you’ve done with the room, by the way, very cozy.” The omega turns on his back, stretching big and long like a cat settling in for a nice nap. It makes his t-shirt ride up, exposing his soft, hairy belly. Eddie is going to die.

He makes himself look away, cheeks flaming in a way that is definitely not cool so he can finish forcing his sheet into submission and maybe even get a goddamn grip. Unfortunately, he’s so focused on getting a grip that he doesn’t even notice himself getting up to gather one more sheet for the bed. The entire thing is covered in blankets, but it needs a nice, smooth layer over it so it doesn’t get too hot on his omega’s skin.

It’s the errant thought of his omega, and the sudden realization that Steve hasn’t said a word in almost five minutes makes him snap back to reality. He doesn’t want to look up, but he knows not looking would be weirder, so he forced his eyes up and oh.

Steve knows.

He’s looking right at him with those big hazel eyes like he’s just had an epiphany, and he’s staring right at where Eddie’s just finished tucking in that last, incriminating sheet.

“Eddie?”

“Uh…this is not what it looks like.”

“Eddie.”

“Ok…” Eddie says, hands going up in the air as if he can pretend someone else made the nest if he moves his hands away fast enough. “Ok, it’s exactly what it looks like, but…but!” He’s scrambling, looking for any kind of way he can pass this up as a completely platonic nest, as if alphas ever make nests if it’s not for their mates. 

He’s just about to start spewing some bullshit about stress (constant but not more than usual) and mating season (junk science Eddie loathes) when he realised that Steve looks, well, he looks like he’s waiting to get his heart broken, like Eddie has that kind of power over him. Like Eddie denying what they both know is happening will hurt, but he’ll accept it.

And, well, Eddie promised himself that he wouldn’t be another thing, another person, who hurt Steve. After all the supernatural bullshit, after his old friends, his old alpha, and his parents, Eddie doesn’t want to be another thing Steve has to recover from. 

It’s time to be brave. Time to stop running.

“Fuck, ok yeah it’s exactly what it looks like,” Eddie says, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m uh, I’ve kind of been crazy in love with you for like, months. Maybe since the beginning of the whole Vecna thing, if I’m being honest.” Eddie can’t look at Steve when he says this, looking off into the middle distance, too caught up to try and parse out the individual notes in Steve’s scent. “I’ve been too chicken shit to ask you to court, but I guess my instincts decided enough was enough.”

“Can you look at me, Eddie?” He doesn’t want to, but if it’s Steve asking, he’ll do just about anything. But, really, Eddie should have known better than to be scared, the omega has never looked at him with anything but kindness, not in a long time. Steve is smiling at him, a sweet little thing that sets Eddie’s heart to fluttering. “It’s a real nice nest,” Steve says, and suddenly Eddie can’t breathe. Everything he’s ever wanted is staring him right in the face, asking him without asking to take the last step.

Maybe Eddie doesn’t subscribe to any of the stupid designation stereotypes that say alphas should be in charge and omegas should follow their lead, but he also thinks that Steve deserves to be asked. He deserves a moment he can recall fondly to his kids of the day his alpha asked him to court.

“Well,” he pauses, licks his lips and wishes he could grab that glass of water Steve left on the dresser because his throat is suddenly parched, “It’s all yours if you want it, Stevie. There’s no other omega I’d make a nest for. And, uh, I’d love to court you, if you’d give me the chance to prove myself.”

Steve is smiling at him like he put all the stars in the sky, scent blooming sugary, cinnamon happy. “Well, with such a nice nest, how could I say no, Alpha?” The omega simpers, the coy effect lost as he hauls Eddie up into the nest, their nest, by his shirt.

And then they’re far too busy to say much of anything, for a while.

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This is my last submission for March Mating Madness 2025! It's been so fun working on these and reading what everyone else has written.

[fancyfeathers]

Part two to this post

Barry Allen would baby trap his darling at some point, it’s when he would not if he would. He also does not exactly view it as baby trapping, it is just the next step in life, you get saved by the Flash engaged, you get kidnapped married, so naturally kids would come next in the line. He know, he know, kids are a really big step, but they have time. Then they have to figure out what to do if the kids have their father’s speed, there is no way his darling can raise the little ones all on her own as a stay at home mom, they’ll have to figure a dynamic that keeps him home more often so he can teach the kids while she is getting dinner ready-

Meanwhile while telling his darling about his their future plans while eating dinner with her and she is just sitting there horrified, he had their whole life planned like they had been together for years.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, don’t cry. I know this is scary, but we’ll figure it out together.”

The moment he finds out she is pregnant, he hits the ground running, pun not intended, on the preparations. Then literally a minute later after getting the news he has the crib built and is just all over his darling, names for a girl, names for a boy, what if they have twins?

When the baby is born, he does not want to put them down, Barry always needs to holding his baby. Hey, kangaroo care does improve brain and motor development, lowers risk of infection, regulates temperature, and improves weight gain.

Oliver Queen does not really try to get his darling pregnant, but it is not something he bothers to prevent either. It is a thing that naturally happens in time so if they are meant to have kids then so be it, if they aren’t then that is fine to. Now unlike some of the Justice League members, Oliver is more in tune to his darling’s emotions and chances are when she gets that positive pregnancy test that she will not exactly be happy, probably be crying. Oliver will not say anything and he will just sit with her on the bathroom tile and hold her while she cries.

Now just because he understands how his darling feels does not mean she doesn’t have to carry the baby, no she still has to, after all it’s their future child, it means that Oliver will be far more lax with things. Oliver doesn’t really have a lot of rule, and the few he does have are to protect his darling from the sort of threats that may come at her because he is Green Arrow, he is by far one of the least up tight members of the Justice League with their darling. She can go out with him if she wants to rather than being stuck home all day long, she can stay up later, she can even go with him to Justice League meetings because the social interaction would be good for her especially since at least one of the Green Lanterns’ darlings is around the Watchtower while their partner is off planet, and if Clark’s darling is around it is good for them to talk because lord knows how many babies she has had so there is bound to be good advice from her.

Also I think that Oliver would want to do an at home birth, it is free from all the chaos of a hospital because it will attract attention if he is there suddenly with a wife no one has ever seen, plus his money will cover everything, even hiring private doctors for the baby’s vaccinations and such post delivery, and then not to mention to comfort of being able to relax in his own home with his darling and their little baby after the delivery, holding them both and just being in the moment without the stress of anything and not having to be away from either of them.

Also I feel like Oliver would be such a girl dad, like sure he would be happy if it was a boy, but if it’s a girl then that’s his little princess.

Look with Bruce Wayne there is only one correct answer here, absolutely he would. He would not even need to get his darling pregnant to do it, he already has too many children to count. But sometimes empty nest syndrome hits rather hard especially when Dick moves out to Blüdhaven and then the grief when Jason died, then as the other kid come and go they get older and grow more distant, then only one of them is biological and Bruce never got the chance to see Damian as a baby because his son was being raised by the League of Assassins and Bruce had no idea he even existed, so maybe having a child would not be such a bad idea after all.

He would not be surprised or acted surprised when his darling tells him she is pregnant, he planned everything down to the little details, tracking periods, morning sickness, everything. He is happy, but he is calm, telling her that they can handle this. The big thing is telling the rest of his children, who are most likely yanderes as well, that she is pregnant, it’s difficult enough to get them all in the same room at the same time and it is even harder to get them all to calm down when they tell them the news. Dick and Stephanie are by far the most excited at the news, Dick is so excited that he picks her up in a hug and spins her around, but meanwhile Cassandra is just staring at her, just with a look she knows that Bruce’s darling is not happy with this but she can’t exactly say that out loud in a room full of people who are more happy about her baby than she is.

Setting up the nursery is even a family affair, Dick and Tim are painting the walls while Bruce figures out how to build the crib, and meanwhile she is just sitting in an armchair with a cup of caffeine free tea from Alfred with Stephanie and Duke suggesting names while she drinks. Meanwhile Jason takes the initiative to begin to baby proofing the manor because they cannot expect to have gear outside the Batcave with a baby in the house, not ever child in this family is going to be a vigilante.

Then when the baby is born, Bruce makes it a point to shut down any jokes about the baby becoming a Robin, they are not going to be trained from birth like Damian was and they were not taken in by Bruce like the others were. Though Dick and Barbara definitely get the baby a Robin onesie as a gag gift.

But one good thing about having Bruce’s child, when the baby wakes up in the night, either Alfred, Bruce, or one of the kids get there before she does. Now Bruce or the kids may still be in full costume and have just run upstairs from the cave to help after getting back from patrol, but it’s fine.

[v1neyy]

Imagine this: a wild card that makes everyone’s hybrid instincts go into overdrive.

Grian perches on Mumbo’s shoulders, squawking at anyone who gets too close. He somehow manages to steal something from every player for his nest, despite living on people’s shoulders and backs the whole time. He doesn’t give the items back once the session’s over.

Tango wanting to keep his pyre warm. He starts off just clinging to whoever’s nearest, but it soon turns into “Tango! Too hot!” and he’s absolutely crushed he can’t just set everyone on fire. Eventually they get out fire resistance potions so he can make everyone as warm as he wants, because watching him be a sad pathetic cat was no fun.

Jimmy unable to stand being away from his flock. If he’s left alone for as little as one minute he has a breakdown, because his flock is leaving him and they hate him and the world is ending. Him and Grian get along well.

Ren for the most part is normal, but he does require head scratches often. He brings sticks to other players to throw, immediately chasing it and bringing it back. He also tries to eat… everything. He chews up so many of his things that the chests end up getting locked. Martyn is tired.

Lizzie immediately gets stuck in a tree and has to be saved. She’s already quite a menace, but with her feline instincts turned up she’s more feral than ever. She knocks things over, digs in people’s storages, and hisses at anyone who gets too annoying. She has to be kept away from the giant bird that is Jimmy, unfortunately he becomes a tasty snack in her eyes.

There’s thankfully some normal, non hybrid players on the server that can help out. There’s also, luckily, hybrids whose instincts don’t get in the way too badly.

Scott, an ice elf, just has to make sure he doesn’t get too warm or he’ll get sick. Pearl occasionally has to be dragged away from light sources, but otherwise she’s great help. Impulse helps as well, when he’s pulled away from making mischief with the fae that is Gem. Skizz is a saint (literally) and does his best to make everyone happy. This does end in a breakdown for Skizz, because helping people is his job, he needs to make them happy, but even instincts can’t stop Impulse from comforting him.

They all end up in a pile at spawn by the end of the session, some players having breakdowns or freaking out when they can’t make sure everyone is safe.

…And Bdubs spent the whole time either asleep or screaming at people. Damn phantom hybrid.

[randomstoryenjoyer]

Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!

Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!

Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!

And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!

Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!

The Witch’s game

Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…

”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”

With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…

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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.

This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.

This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.

Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…

As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.

Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!

Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.

Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!

During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.

If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…

However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…

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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.

Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.

Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?

She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!

She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.

Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation

Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.

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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.

What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.

Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:

“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”

Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.

Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…

Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?

Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…

Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.

You did.

[ladytauria]

and lets do a "Tim got turned into a cat" au

your pick who picks him up and takes care of him

didn’t expect this to be the one i finished first but i’m not complaining. anyway you get a small snippet plus uh. more than 5 points xD

yknow for as much as i enjoy reading them i don’t think i’ve ever written OR plotted one out before!

hmmm… 🤔

very tempted to go damian for this one bc i love the whole. ‘see a different side of someone’ trope with animal transformation & when it comes to tim i find that trope yummiest w jason & dami lmao

hmmm, am thinking…

Tim gets turned either on patrol or while researching an object. I lean more toward the latter bc I like the idea of them finding him at his apartment or in his nest, and while that’s possible with the first option it’s easier/more likely with the second. And I like the idea of him having been stuck there for a short time lmao.

Could also be fun if maybe he was on research duty bc he had a broken/twisted/sprained arm or leg, so little cat Tim also has an injured limb… Teeny Tim cat with a li’l cast on…

Anyway! Damian and Dick are on patrol together when Babs asks them to check on Tim bc he hasn’t reported in over 24 hours and she just wants to make sure he’s good. Dami is aggravated to be interrupted but also he IS a little concerned bc Tim is generally prompt about his check-ins. And ofc when they get there there’s no sign of Tim, just a little black cat holding one of its paws kind of weird.

They look the place over, collect any evidence, etc. Damian makes some disparaging comments both to hide his own worry but ALSO to distract Dick from his. Def takes charge of the cat, bringing him back to the Cave/Manor to get him some food and medical attention. Maybe says something about Tim’s carelessness, which bothers Tim, making him growl/hiss/scratch at Damian.

Obviously how he acts with everyone around vs just with the cat is different; he’s less prickly when it’s just him & Timcat. The main inspo for me picking Damian and writing all of this was a couple of lines of dialogue that popped in my head when I read this. Something like—

“Just between you and me,” Damian says, his voice low and almost conspiratorial, “I find myself worried for Timothy as well.”

Tim’s ears prick slightly, his head raising ever so slightly off of his paw. His body has turned liquid under the touch of Damian’s hand; gentle yet firm as it runs over the length of his spine.

“For all of his faults, he would not have left you alone. Especially not if you were injured.” Damian’s hand stills, settling just under Tim’s shoulder blades. It’s a warm, comforting weight there—almost as comforting as the words themselves. A soft rumble starts in his torso.

As much as he tries not to care what Damian—what *anyone*—thinks, it… bothered Tim, that Damian believed he could be so callous. To know that it was an act is a relief.

Though it begs the question of *why*.

Damian scratches lightly behind one of Tim’s ears, and his eyes close without his meaning to. He tilts into it, sighing; the soft rumble in his ribs turning louder.

His questions will keep.

Not sure how they ultimately figure out that Tim is the cat, only that I do want Damian to be the one to figure it out. I also want Damian to end up doing a majority of sifting through Tim’s files—lol, maybe taking over for Bruce or Dick bc he didn’t like how they were doing it, and Tim being surprised at how well Damian knows him/his system. (Bc Damian has been studying him.)

Oh OH, also want Tim to decide to take advantage of being a cat to learn more about Damian since Damian talks to him a lot? So he learns more about how Damian feels about him but also more about Damian in general. But then maybe it gets awkward bc Damian maybe starts talking about Tim being pretty and how that just makes his feelings (jealousy, admiration, guilt) even MORE complicated.

Final thought: I kind of want this to be pre-Alfred the Cat? So Damian doesn’t have a cat at all, and Tim gets him one after bc “he knows Damian will take good care of it” and “he always wanted a cat growing up so maybe he could visit it sometimes…”. Cat could maybe be an apology for Tim letting the ruse go on, though I am thinking he DID try to signal early on, they just missed it? But anyway.

[ send me an au and i’ll tell you (at least) 5 things i would have happen in it ]

[luimagines]

ALRIGHT SO first meeting but either the boys or the reader let's slip a 'god you're beautiful' or something real nice and cheese like that

🐰

Yes. Yes! Yes! You got it Bunny!!!!!!

Masterlist

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Legend

If he had to be honest with himself, he wasn't paying attention.

Sure they had managed to walk into the inn of the local town and get themselves from rooms for the night - but then Warrior decided to go to the nearest pub to collect information about their newest destination. Granted, it wasn't a bad idea. Legend just couldn't care less for it.

So as they all ate and drank to their heart content, making conversations with staff and other patrons of the pub, Legend was willing to keep to himself for a change.

"Papa!" Someone called out. A new comer came in, b-lining directly towards the bartender of the joint. They were stunning and Legend poured his drink onto his lap because of it.

He jumped, groaning and instantly annoyed that he was sidetracked enough where that happened. Now it looks like he pissed his tunic. Great. Hopefully it'll dry before he has to get up again. He does not have the patience to deal with explaining himself right now.

Legend looks over to you again, putting his drink on the table for safe measures.

The bartender appeared to be your father and he happily indulged in conversation with you before he caught that Legend was staring. He perked up and shrunk down, embarrassed over being blatantly caught.

He couldn't find the nerve to look up again and keep his gaze to his lip, hoping that he doesn't make a fool of himself.

"Here." You walked up and put a plate of food in front of him. You didn't hesitate to sit next to him. "For you."

Legend felt like he was caught in a trap. The tips of his ears went pink and his mouth gaped softly.

You bite your lip, not expecting his lack of response. You waited a few seconds to see if he'd say anything and apparently felt awkward enough to continue the script in your head anyway. "I know you didn't order anything. It's on the house."

Legend look down to the food. It looked good, but now that you were right nest to him, Legend could make out more details about you.

You laughed awkwardly. "Are you... going to say anything or...?"

"You're beautiful." He whispered.

You froze and blushed a brilliant red color.

Legend coughed and looked away. He can't believe he just said that. Loser. "Hey." He looked to you, pushing the plate in your direction slightly. "Share it?"

You cleared your throat and nodded. "Y-yeah... I'd like that."

Sky

He was dead on his feet.

After relentless travel, spearheaded by the Hero of Time, he was ready to call it a day and end it. But then more monsters attacked and a portal opened and a new person joined in the "fun".

He sighed and tried to focus. He kept to the back of the group so that he wouldn't seem too rude to the new person.

The others quickly started to question everything they could about you. Where were you from? Why did you got through the portal? what do you know about the hero?

He could hear that you had no idea what the Hero of Courage was. You have a little brother named Link. Your brother was five. And you went through the portal in an attempt to keep their brother at home.

Given that the portal had closed behind you, Sky thought it was safe to say that you completed your goal.

He shook himself awake again. Vaguely, he was aware that he was more of less going to have to introduce himself. But he could not be bothered to talk to more people today. It's not the fault of this new person, but he really just wanted to take a nap.

As he expected, he saw each of the others speak up and say their dumb nicknames that he found amusing and slowly (but surely) you made your way toward him.

He tried to put a smile on his face for your sake.

Might as well get it over with, Sky sighed and slapped his face a few times to look alive. When you got close to him, seeming to also want to make your way to the back of group, he stuck out his hand. "Hi there, welcome to the team. My name is Link, but I think you knew that already. You can call me Sky, the others do."

You stare at him. It doesn't seem to register that he's spoken to you.

He tries to keep his pleasant smile on his face. Please tell him that you're not a weirdo... Unless he seemed like the weirdo? He can't do people right now. Can't this be a little easier on his brain right now?

He slowly puts his hand down.

"You have a name, stranger?" He tries again, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

"You're beautiful."

Sky is suddenly very much awake. And flattered. He starts to laugh. It takes him a minute to calm down, his sour mood instantly lifted. He wipes a tear from his eye, not even remotely worried about crazy he might have seemed. "Well, Beautiful, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Given by the way you seem to be horrified with yourself, he can safely assume that you're going to fast friends.

Four

When Four walked through this poor provincial town, he wasn't expecting much. There was a shop here, a school there and the main market place where farmers would sell or trade their harvest and wares.

It wasn't much to snuff at but it was an honest place. He walked around without much of a destination in mind. He was supposed to be gathering information but he didn't want to run the place through and then be left with nothing to do later in the day. Besides, the others were also gathering information. Between all of them, they could cover this town three times over in an afternoon at their rate. There's no need t do that to the locals.

With that in mind, he took to exploring.

Four was tempted to look for the local blacksmith and see if there was anything he could learn or impart of his knowledge of the trade. If he could stock up on a few more personal items, that would also be accepted.

As luck would have it, he was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't watching where he was going and collided fully onto some poor unsuspecting person, spilling their very hot tea over the both of them.

He's been more happy to wear as many layers as he does.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. OW. Oh man. I'm sorry." You grabbed your shirt and fluffed it away from your body. Clearly you took the worst of it. You were so distracted by the pain that you didn't even look up to see him. "I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Four shook his head, doing the same thing with his tunic. He's going t have to wash this now. "No, no. I'm ok. You should go get some ice or something. That looks like it hurts."

"It was fresh. I didn't want-" You look at him finally and click your mouth shut.

The sudden change startles Four and he takes a hesitant step towards you. "Everything alright? I'm serious you should go change and check that out."

"You're very beautiful."

Four also comes to a screeching halt.

You're both staring at each other as the seconds pass. Fierce lushes suddenly cover both of your faces.

You gasp and look away in horror. "I'm sorry. I just spilled hot tea over the new hot guy. I'm sorry. I'll leave. Goodbye. May we never meet again."

Four blinks and watches you run away. He brain seems to kick back into gear after that. "Hey... Hey wait! Come back!"

He runs after you.

Wind

Wind ran through the portal as fast as his legs could carry him. A new place! A new Hyrule! A new time! It was all so exiting! He couldn't wait to see what was on the other side.

When he sees the world around him, he takes a minute to breath in the area. Then he coughs, choking on the air.

Sure the place looked green and clean, but it smelt like rot and moldy water. Gross.

"Ah- You're not from here, aren't you?" You walk out from behind a tree. The others, who were both in front of him and behind him, turn to look at you. You're around his age, he realizes and very very pretty.

His mouth goes dry and he forgets how to breathe. Wind is star struck. You seem giggle at his face, taking his shock for surprise over your sudden appearance. "Sorry, I hid when the portal opened but you don't seem so bad."

Legend brushes down his tunic and juts his thumbs behind him. "You were already here? Did you see where the big black lizard went? We gotta catch him."

You nod, keeping your hands to your chest. You point to your left. "He went that way."

"Did he see you?" Hyrule asks. You shake your head. "Good. You acted quickly. He's very dangerous. Is he heading into a nearby town?"

You shake your head again. "My village is that way." You point behind you, the opposite way the lizard went.

The group relaxes a little and adjusts their weaponry. Time whistles and gestures for the group to get moving. "Let's go boys. It couldn't have gotten far."

Wind looks over to Time before looking back over to you. You seem to catch on now that he was staring at you the entire time and grow shy. "What?"

"You're beautiful." Wind whispers, smiling. "My name is Link, what's yours?"

You blush and tell him your name. With a flourish, Wind bows. "Then when we come back! I'll meet you first."

He comes up with a pirate's smirk before Warrior starts calling for him. Wind looks to the group and rolls his eyes- but he winks in your direction. "Coming!"

You giggle and waves to him, watching him leave. What a strange boy. But he wasn't so bad, now was he?

Wild

Wild was walking along side Epona as they all traveled through the newest portal.

He, along with the Rancher, did their best to keep calm and to keep her calm. This portal was no different from the others, but there was no telling what was on the other side.

When sunlight finally reached his eyes again, it was blinding. Much different from the darkness of the forest they were coming from. It looks like they were dropped off in the middle of Hyrule field. But the question wasn't 'where' but rather 'when'.

"Howdy!" Someone called out from the distance. The familiar gallop of a horse reached his ears as you rode closer to them. "Did you cause that strange purple thing in the middle of my property?"

"Property?" Twilight echoed. Like the others, they quickly engaged with conversation with you, but Wild found himself stunned.

Wild's jaw dropped at the sight of you. Your hair looked so incredibly soft and shiny. Your eyes were bright and lovely. What a beautiful color. He might have the gem to match it in his sheikah slate if he bothered to look for it. And your nose! He's never seen a shape quite like that before, with the jawline to match to boot.

"Wild?"

He couldn't even register that he was staring. His hand landed on his sheikah slate but he didn't unhook it. What is he even trying to do? Match your eyes to that gem? Take a picture? Offer you a flower? Would you like flowers? Pretty flower for a pretty person, right? Would that be weird?

"Wild?"

He gulped slightly and found himself unable keep his posture straight and steady anymore. He heart was beating faster. He's never seen someone so drop dead gorgeous before. And your outfit... It hugged all your dips and curves perfectly.

"Champion!" Twilight shook his shoulder. "They asked for your name."

"Your name?" Wild couldn't keep his eyes off of you. "You're beautiful."

"No-!" Twilight groans.

You take it in stride, your cheeks flushing a soft pink color. You repeat your name and smile. "I certainly wouldn't mind you called me beautiful though. Do I all you handsome then?"

"I have no complaints." Wild smiled and held his hand out for you to shake. It doesn't seem to click at all in his head that he's a little beyond typical greeting protocol. "My name is Link. It's a pleasure to meet you."

You laugh and hop off of your horse, shaking his hand. "The pleasure's all mine."

Warrior

Warrior sighed and ruffled his hair as quickly as he could to get the frustration out. They had traveled all day with nothing to show for it. No new information, not new leads, no new portals and there was hardly any infected monsters to at least let them know they were going in the right direction.

He knew, realistically, that sometime these things happen. He was equipped and trained to make the best of any situation and to still win at the end of the day.

That doesn't make it any less annoying though.

He walks into the local inn, ready to check out some room and leave with his wallet significantly lighter.

He sees you there, wiping down the main counter, keys on display in the background. Warrior walks up the entire way. You don't notice him, seemingly to focused on your current job of cleaning with a vengeance. He knows the look. You're stuck in your thoughts, having an argument with something that's never going to see the light of day.

He dings the bell gently. "Got room for nine?"

You gasp and jump, snapping your head to him. He tries to be as disarming as possible, putting on his best smile.

You clutch your hand to your heart and take in a breath. Warrior feels a little bad for startling you but there was little he do if you didn't notice him for that long.

He opens his mouth to repeat his question but you speak first.

"Oh, you're beautiful."

Warrior clicks his mouth shut.

Another beat passes before you seem to realize what you just said. Your face explodes into color and you scramble to remedy the situation. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Ignore me. I've been all over the place today. How many? Just you?"

You dives for the keys, trying to get a room for one.

Warrior puts his hands up and shakes his head. "I'm in a group of nine. I was just curious if you had the room here."

You seem to still be frazzled. "Yes... Yes! We have the room! Do you all want to be in the same place? I can rent you three rooms in a row. Only two of them have three beds, the one on the end only has two. It would be one short."

"They don't have to be connected." Warrior smiles softly, feeling less like his past is haunting him and more like he's caught you more off guard than either of you want to admit.

"Perfect. Perfect. Right. Here." You hand him the keys and look down, both ashamed and embarrassed over your innocent blunder.

He can't help but smile more genuinely. Usually when people comment on his looks, they don't react apologetically.

"My name is Link. What's yours?" He leans on the counter.

Your face burns brighter as you mumble your name. Warrior repeats it back effortlessly. "Lovely. It's a pleasure to meet you."

You cover your face with your hands. "I swear I'm better than this. You've caught me on an off day."

"I could tell. If looks could kill, this counter would have burst into flames long before I ever walked in." Warrior chuckles.

You only seem more embarrassed.

Despite himself, Warrior likes this. He doesn't seem to mind the attention so much if it's coming from you.

Hyrule

Hyrule looked around the market place as the group walked through it. He was supposed to stick close to the group and not get distracted but he couldn't help it.

He simply didn't have places like this back home. There was so many people. So many new smells. So many sounds... Maybe too many sounds- but the trade off made sense in his mind.

He quickly got distracted once more by a small booth that appeared to be selling jewelry and the like. There were metal wraps and wood pieces and some that looked like were made of bone. There was no way he was going to see something like that and not get a closer look.

He kept his bag close to his body, gripping the edges of his tunic tightly. He looked over each item, wondering if it was ok to touch them.

"Oh, good to see you're back!" A voice called from beside him, making itself home in the other spot the booth provided.

"Of course I'm back!" The seller replied joyfully. "There's too much business here to leave this town without my presence."

You laughed and Hyrule finally turned to look at you fully.

His breath caught in his throat. He'd never seen anyone like you. Your eyes rivaled the gems on the table with their shine and hue. He finds himself gulping slightly. "...You're beautiful."

Your laughter dies as you turn to him, finally noticing him beside you. Your face slowly turn to one of shock and a slightly blush.

Hyrule can't register that he's made things awkward. He's too captivated by you. He licks his lips with the tip of his tongue and blinks. The spell's been broken and it's as if his breath returns to him all at once.

Hyrule takes a step back and flushes darker than you. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

He clears his throat and nods to the seller, ready to run away from the encounter. That could not have been any weirder. What's wrong with him? At least he's not staying in this town for long. You would never have to meet again. But he knows this is going to haunt him.

Your arm reaches out before you can stop it. "Wait... Can I at least know your name?"

Hyrule bite his lip. "L-link... My name is Link. Nice to meet you."

You smile softly and introduce yourself as well. "Well, Link, that was might kind of you to say.... You might actually be the first person to tell me that. Thank you."

Hyrule can feel his eyes bulge out of his head. Him? The first? Impossible! You're stunning! He was sure you would have hear dthat all the time.

If anything, this only serves to fluster him more. He covers his mouth with his hand and look away. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize! It just took my by surprise."

Hyrule looks to the seller. They have an expectant look on their face. Hyrule feels like he should do something but he's not sure what. "Um... Do you... want to go for a walk?"

Is he lame? Could he not think of anything better?

You bite your lip, clearly amused. "You know what... I don't usually do this, but I don't seem to mind this time around."

"Cool..." Hyrule looks away, scratching the back of his neck. I smile boyishly. "Awesome, actually."

Time

They had just walked out the newest portal to an unknown land. Time looked around the area with the rest of the boys, taking is as much as he could to try and pin point their current location, even if it was lost to time.

At this point it was standard procedure. Everything was more or less what he was expecting to come from it. What he wasn't expecting was when they ran into you more or less right away.

You had seemingly locked onto him- ignoring the rest of the group as they asked you questions.

Time raised an eyebrow in your direction, silently wondering what was your deal. It seemed to be the wrong move. Your face grew red and you looked away from him for a moment, suddenly remembering that there were other people around you.

You cleared your throat and once again tried to answer their questions the best you could. Your home was nearby but the nearest village was further away. It was just you, your grandpa and your little sister. You haven't heard anything about monsters or their increasing aggressiveness. It seems your life has been peaceful up until they showed up.

Time sighs and whistles, getting the boys to stop hounding you for more information. "That's enough. We'll move on and look for different troubles. No need to antagonize them."

You also sigh and relax a little as the boys back off. Time watches as Warrior does a quick head count once more and begins to take the point, leading them away, apologizing for any undue stress they may have caused.

You wave them off with a pleasant smile.

Time stays behind a little longer. He bows as he retreats and also apologizes. He knows the boys can be enough to fluster anyone. "Forgive them, truly. It seems time on the road can have one forgetting their manners."

You fluster further. "It's alright. I didn't mind it. Yours?"

Time pauses and laughs. "Some. But not all. I'm not that old yet."

"Right. Of course some are yours, you're beautiful- I mean. Right! You're right! Not that old. I guess. Um!" You take a step back, looking about as embarrassed as he feels.

Time coughs, feeling his own face light up. Is that why you were staring at him earlier? You thought he was beautiful?

He smiles and takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. He looks up and gives you a wink. "I'm single."

"O-h." You flush, putting your hand over your heart.

"I'll come back to talk to you more if the heavens allow it."

"...'kay..."

Twilight

A portal opened right next to their camp as they rested for lunch. Hands snapped to their weapons as they all took a defensive stance in the direction of the portal.

They were waiting for whoever was going to come through the other side, not willing to hesitate to attack whatever was about to greet them.

Wild pulled his bow back as the lights within wobbled but a human hand reached out first. Twilight put a hand on his shoulder to hold him from firing.

An arm followed the hand, then the body and their figure.

Twilight as if he was struck dumb in that moment.

You looked around and jumped back in shock at their aggressive profiles. Your hands tightened on the strap you held by your shoulder and gulped. "Um... hi..."

Warrior raised an eyebrow and pointed his sword in your direction. Twilight jerked, as if in motion to stop him. Warrior doesn't see that. "Who are you?"

You state your name with a slight stutter.

"What brings you here?" Legend asks next, also not willing to let his suspicion down. "Don't you know you should walk through random portals you don't know where they go?"

Hyrule coughs and looks away. Wind snickers in the background.

You poke the ground with your toe and blush. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained right?"

Wild laughs and puts his weapon down. "I like you already."

"Ok, we can all calm down now." Sky sighs. "Right?"

"Not quite." Warrior glares harder.

You shimmy in your spot. Twilight walks forward and tries to calm the situation. You watch him cautiously.

Twilight turns to you and can feel himself already getting distracted. How can someone's skin look so soft? Your hair was so shiny. What a beautiful color you have in your eyes... He felt himself being slowly pulled in.

"Twilight?"

"You're beautiful." He says, ignoring whatever they might have been calling his attention for.

You blush harder and cover your mouth with your hand. Many snickers throughout the group are heard and he thinks that Time is somewhere behind him with his face in his hands, but he's still too busy staring at you to register that maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"...Thank you..." You reply in a quiet voice, smiling softly. And oh, isn't that a sight for sore eyes...

Twilight smiles back at you, a little breathless from the visage in front of him. "You're welcome."

[ohbo-ohno]

I’m feral and need more of your a/b/o thoughts. Like I need to know your thoughts on alpha!141 snatching omega reader to keep for themselves

yknow i was gonna say that i haven't touched abo in forever, but then i remembered the gaz thing i just posted the other day lmao

(btw i wrote alpha 141 here but i think abo poly 141 would have alphas price/ghost and betas soap/gaz. probably. maybe. idfk.)

cw for noncon and kidnapping below the cut

i find poly 141 x reader really difficult to write outside of porn, since there's already so many interesting dynamics in regular poly 141. i have a hard time adding in a FIFTH element, yk? especially when that fifth element has to be a reader insert instead of some sorta OC or smth

anyway, i think the best dark poly 141 x reader idea is basically reader being used as a sex toy for the guys. like, she's there for them to relieve their stress in. but in an abo au i could totally see them using her as an element of softness in their lives. with 4 alphas in one home, you need an omega to soften things up a bit

and there you are. soft and sweet and small (compared to them at least) and just so perfect. you're the unlucky bastard who happens to smell appealing to all of them, and you're whisked away before you really even know it

they'd have to be sneaky, probably. you'd have a positive reaction to their scents too, so maybe johnny or gaz gets you to go on a date with one or both of them and then kidnaps you. maybe price or ghost just grabs you one day. something like that, i think, but there's much higher angst potential is kyle and/or johnny lulls you into a false sense of security first (and you know i love a good betrayal)

they'd push and prod at your instincts to force you into a heat before anything else. lock you in their den (soon to be their nest) and surround you in their scents, make low purrs to convince your instincts that you're safe

and as terrified as you are - and oh boy, are you - there's only so much you can actually fight your instincts. lets say you're either not on heat blockers, or maybe the blockers are weak, but for whatever reason you're very susceptible to all of their little pushes

they've got you knotted and mated by the end of the week

it's odd, coming up from that heat. your neck aches all the way around, to the point that it's painful to even turn your head. despite the unfamiliar room, your brain screams at you that you're safe, that you're in your nest.

it doesn't take long to put together the pieces. it also doesn't take long to become very very upset

thing is, it's too late to do anything now. you can't break a bond, and they're not giving you any opportunities to get away. you're stuck with these alphas who have performed the greatest invasion possible on your body and soul. it's crushing

cue lots of attempted comfort. soap and gaz would be the softest with you, always trying to tempt you into realizing how good it is to be with them. soap is rougher when he fucks you, but they're both equally soft outside of that. they bring you nesting materials, constantly make sure you're covered in their scents, and bicker over who gets to cuddle you on the couch

ghost isn't willing to coddle you. he's sweet (in his own right) but he's not nice. he doesn't try to make you feel better - you're meant to be with them, why should he apologize for making it happen? all they did was skip the courting process, this is always where you were going to end up. he refuses to apologize for that. but he also doesn't want you miserable. he holds you close at night, soaks with you for long hours in the tub, and is always making sure you clear your plate

price is... weird. i'm never sure if i should make him the meanest or a softer kidnapper. because i could absolutely see a version of price whipping your ass raw every time you scream at them and call them names, but i can also see a version of price who just levels you with a disapproving stare and locks you in a small dark space when you get like that

regardless, they all smother you. you help balance out their dynamics a bit more, but they're always fighting each other for your attention. especially with the bond making it so they always know what you're feeling. and your instincts scream to trust them (and you can feel their emotions too, know that they really meant for the best, as sick and twisted as it is).

[kelari-talks]

head-canons i have for tsc (mostly jerejean)

jean is unbelievably good at art.

cat, laila and jeremy leave sticky notes on the fridge and most are/include drawings of the most random shit

jeremy usually draws barkbark

jean takes note of this and for a couple of months just ignores it.

that was until jeremy draws a ridiculously bad portrait of jean, next to months old drawings of laila and cat

the next day jeremy wakes up and finds a yellow sticky note stuck to the fridge. its a remarkable drawing of jeremy, not by himself or either of the girls

needless to say he keeps the sticky note of himself forever and goes out with cat to get jean a sketch book.

jean thinks its stupid and a waste of time. this goes on for another two months before he is benched for being a little too rough during scrimmages. this turns into a very bored jean on the bleachers with nothing but a pencil and math notebook

one picture of jeremy turns into two. then three. then renee and her bright hair. so on and so forth

he ends up drawing quite a lot and of course his flat mates try to get a peek every chance they get.

jean doesnt care so much as its he is usually drawing scenery when around watching eyes

that was untill jeremy menages to sneak up on the french man sitting at his desk and sees a picture of himself.

he was a VERY happy camper that day and begs jean to let him have the picture

jean takes his book and leaves the room.

another artistic trait from jean is his surprising like of his pottery class.

jeremy is awful at it. thank go he pursued exy.

jean is again, unbelivably good at it. he has never been have to express any artistic talent in the nest so this is a weird, new feeling he finally doesnt resent

everything jean makes jeremy wants to keep. before they know it their cupboard is full of hand made mugs, cups, bowls etc.

jean thinks nothing of it at first. then he wakes up to see his flat mates in the kitchen with jeans hand made plates and mugs filled with coffee and food

for the first time in his life he feels like he is truly appreciated and somewhat wanted, at least a part of him

cat and laila try it out and make each other something for their anniversary. cat makes a dish for lailas jewelry and lila makes a very wonky vase

cat regularly has flowers in it either in the kitchen or living room

once jeremys birthday rolls around the girls drag jean out o get the birthday boy a gift

jean ends their trip empty handed as he slowly feels pressure (he doesnt quite understand) to find something for his friend

once the day before jeremys 23rd birthday rolls around, cat and laila make him a redvelvet cake with bright yellow frosting and make jean pipe on a simple barkbark drawing ontop

(it did not turn out as good as they expected)

jeremy still loves it.

as jean is getting ready for bed jeremy walks into their room to find a small box on his bed. opening it he finds a red and gold metal yo-yo and a beautifully detailed portrait of himself. the same one he asked to keep months prior, but now fully finished.

once jean is back in the room hes greeted with a tight hug from the shorter man and a very happy 'thank you'

for the rest of the evening jeremy is trying all sorts of tricks on his new yo-yo as jean watches. a soft smile onhis lips every time jeremy gets it tangled and swears to himself.

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

accidentaly answered @astirian's ask about pecco turning up after helping valentino with one of his heats and marc going insane privately soooo

“Francesco, hello,” Marc says, in his cool, cordial politeness.

The back of Pecco’s neck prickles, and he turns around quick. It’s not any better, really, to have Marc’s psycho porcelain eyes on his face rather than on his back, but at least Pecco can see it coming. Horror movie survival tactics.

He presses his tongue against his cheek before making himself smile. “Hi, how have you been? Are you excited for Mugello?”

It comes as more of a wince.

Marc’s own smile is—fucking flawless. But there’s a fine edge to looking empty and pleasant, and Marc bulldozes his way straight to uncanny, shark-like around the edges. And when Pecco breathes in, a measured lungful, his smell has gone rotten, rich, red meat crawling with worms.

“The team’s home race is very exciting.”

Pecco doesn’t bristle or flinch or anything. Just keeps pushing on, this slightly hysterical little laugh locked behind his teeth. The thing is, Marc hasn’t been unpleasant to him thus far—not directly, not as anything other than implication. It’s been months since he worried about being pushed into the gravel or belittled or something like that.

He’s fumbling a little for a defense.

“Did you have a nice time at home?” He asks.

Pointless small talk. They’re very good at pointless small talk. Pecco is going to tell Marc about Turbo getting stuck behind the fridge as soon as he says something about Stitch and Shira, or—

Marc cuts in a step closer. His smell is rancid. “Not nicer than you did.”

Pecco does bristle this time, his gums aching where his fangs are pressing down, something rumbling in his chest—he might lose the challenge, but he’s always been stubborn. Almost flagellant with it, Carola says. Marc tilts his chin at him, nostrils flaring.

Holy shit, he thinks, clammy all the way down to the tips of his fingers. But Pecco really doesn’t want to know how Marc recognizes Valentino’s heat scent ten years on, or how that thing is still clinging to him. It’s been two days.

His face is doing something and his scent is doing another, Pecco realizes, grinding his teeth.

“I was around, had to bring some stuff to the Ranch,” he dredges up a shrug. Then a harmless little bit, which Marc will either reach out for or won’t. “It was a good time, though. I had to time to visit my grandmother, finally got some good food again.”

Marc’s mannequin expression shutters dangerously. For a wild moment, Pecco is absolutely certain that he will say—had to bring a knot around, eh? Nasty, shaped like a joke.

“But back to the grind, no?”

Pecco sees it for what it is—not a white flag, not a truce. Honest to fucking God, though, he’d rather be anywhere but here, in a white-lit hospitality waiting to hear about their schedule for the weekend, in between Marc and Valentino, which doesn’t even make sense, because there shouldn’t be a Marc and Valentino to get in between.

“One of the best weekends in the year,” he hums, noncommittal. Marc nods.

Valentino doesn’t need Pecco for much, strictly speaking. To fight Marc at the front now that he can’t anymore—thank you very much for that. To wash away the sting of his own Ducati stint, which Pecco thinks he’s done, even past the grudge in Valentino’s unkindest smiles, the kind that still show up after two or three wine glasses, no matter that Uccio forgave the team.

To fuck him, if his heats are being particularly difficult or particularly strong, and they are.

Pecco coughs in his hand. He doesn’t want to remember it like this, but Marc might be reading the last few days like they’re burnt on his face.

How he’d not drawn attention to Valentino’s nest, the haphazard mess of yellow blankets and old plushies like that smelled like the wrong end of tarmac, Valentino’s scent sharp and red-hot. But Pecco had smiled, small and close-mouthed, and moved on, which is what he needs.

How he’d put Valentino on his M1 and gone between his skinny legs and eaten him out until he went near boneless against the leather.

How Pecco had fucked Valentino, in his nest, knotting what felt like a dozen times, dizzy with the smell of Valentino’s wet cunt on his beard.

“Espresso?” Marc asks, perfectly polite. It’s too late for espresso.

Pecco reaches for it anyway. He misses Jack and Enea like a limb, the ease of not caring about them even when they were right there. Pecco didn’t have to smell them, rancid and meat-rich, and see them with more trophies than he had, and worry that they’d take his neck.

[veryace-ficrecs]

DanDaDan Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

joined in unholy matrimony by saffroncassis - Rated T

“So, have you guys made any progress on breaking your grandma’s curse?” Momo looks up at him, finally opening the wrapper around her yakisoba-pan. She takes a big contemplative bite before she responds. “Yeah, still don’t know what you’re talking about. Granny Seiko’s not cursed?” “No, the one stuck in the lucky cat. Turbo Granny. Must be super hard for the two of them, being apart like that, huh? What a tragic romance—” “HUH?”

5 times the kids thought grandma Seiko and Turbo Granny were married + 1 time Seiko sort of wished they were.

"What's a Schlong?" by Reapergenesis32 - Rated T

In which a young Okarun encounters Turbo Granny a lot earlier and gets his own quirky grandma.

here's my number! (so text me maybe?) by kkomaism - Rated G

When Momo gets a phone, the first thing she does is to ask for Okarun's number. Afterwards? Well, they're friends, aren't they? And friends text each other all the time. Besides, it's easier to talk to Okarun like this, and class is always boring anyway, so really, it's a win-win situation.

You can't miss something that was never yours (Can you?) by wipodu - Rated G

Even if it wasn't his power, it had been a part of him. And now it isn't.

Quit kicking me under the table by fresh_idiot - Rated T

"Are you staying for dinner?" Momo says instead of replying, the continuing rattling of the bus in motion along the highway answer enough. "I hadn’t thought about it," Okarun says, but he’s looking at her feet as he speaks, and sometimes Momo really wishes he’d cut this shit out. "So think about it," she says flatly, jostling him again. --- Friendship's a bit like water on a hot stove, Momo's learning; it only boils once you finally forget to keep staring at it.

Is Mothman an Alien? by IvyCpher - Rated G

While hanging out one day, Momo has a question that she thinks only Okarun can answer.

Momo, a priceless friend by Misss_Royal - Rated T

After Momo hears something she doesn't like, she will go straight to teach some fools a lesson on behalf of her friend.

A Sunlit Dream by kkomaism - Rated T

Maybe Momo didn't walk fast enough. Maybe she wasn't angry enough to pick a fight with the bullies. Regardless, bullying cases weren't common, but they were certainly not uncommon either, and Momo... well, she's had a bad day. Beating up some random thugs wouldn't make her feel good; at best, they'd probably hesitate to hit a girl. Or, In another world, maybe Momo didn't go into the classroom and sit in front of that strange boy. In another world, the magnet found its mark.

Empty Nesting by SoOOCitsOC (ReadmemyWrites) - Rated G

Maybe- and she hates to sound like an old sentimental hag, but in the quiet she can swallow her pride without shame- …Maybe she missed the families she made.

What Does the Future Hold? by senior_peon - Rated G

A young Momo Ayase begs her grandmother to tell her who she'll marry in the future.

Healing by RelPointC - Rated T

Seiko has discovered the perfect technique to heal her strained relationship with her granddaughter.

Star Child by OctoberSeventeenth - Rated G

Seiko ponders about the teens as well as her own youth and Momo’s and Ken’s relationship

Movie Magic by Toggle1 - Rated T

Momo and Aira decide to spend their Saturday at the mall for a nice little shopping trip, sadly, things get derailed when they are dragged into empty space. However, they don't seem to be the targets of these invaders, so what is going on?

Symbiosis by Dreamer372, ThatGirlWhoWantsToBeAwesome - Rated T

Takakura "Okarun" Ken is an anomaly. By all rights, he should be an angry, greedy, dark teenage boy who doesn't care about the world that turned its back on him. By all rights, he shouldn't be kind. So by all rights, she is going to keep an eye on him until he slips. She just never realized that he was watching her back. 5+1: Five times Turbo-Granny Noticed Okarun and the one time he Noticed her.

[pinkiedevv]

G/T Fluffy Domestic Story Idea

Okay I highkey wanna write this but idfk when, so if anyone else wants to give it a shot (or already has) lmk so I can read it big plz and thank ;-;

G/t story where friendly giant builds whole house to be Tiny accessible while the tiny sits nearby swinging their legs and watches and chats them up, maybe helping where they can or giving pointers over things they struggle with and would need help for:

Walkways up to counters/higher surfaces

pulley systems?

little ladders and staircases everywhere

hehe some slides for the way down

Ways for tiny to turn on sinks for water/showers

giant makes it so all drains have grate bottoms so there's no risk of tiny falling through

maybe a shoelace attached to faucet so tiny can climb out

Safely carrying tiny

if on shoulder, could be interesting if giant has an earing that tiny can attach a harness to so they can't fall (or maybe tiny just holds onto earing like one of those handles for tall people in trains)

giant makes comfy chest pockets in all the shirts they wear at home

Private nook for tiny's bedroom/nest

with a somehow working toilet XD

a cute little wardrobe filled with clothes either the giant or tiny (or both) made

soft bed, maybe out of a commandeered pillow or some of the giant's old clothes

tiny-sized mirror made from smoothed out shard of a larger one

Little sitting areas all over the house

in front of/on windowsills that get direct sunlight

a mini dining table on top of giant's dining table

Mini greenhouse

for fresh fruits/plants/veggies for tiny to pick/care for themselves

flower garden full of those little flower types <3

maybe a mini water fountain

Food storage spot for tiny that's constantly restocked

teeny containers to keep crumbs and the like fresh

something to keep fresh produce cool??

Appliances

tiny cups/plates/utensils (bought or made by giant?)

whittled down graphite for pencils

maybe a teeny inkwell to dip a pin in for a quill/pen

sheafs of paper meticulously cut into the perfect size for tiny

maybe an old iPhone is bought as a TV for the tiny XD

Ways to make sure tiny stays safe while living with a giant

Giant doesn't wear headphones at home and keeps music low

Tiny is properly accounted for before any cleaning gets done (especially vacuuming HA)

Little bells all over the house so tiny can call for help if they need it

Helium balloons periodically exchanged for fresh ones that tiny can tie around their waist when crossing over the floor so they're easy to spot ;3

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imma prolly keep adding to this as thoughts come to me, but ye this was stuck in my brain like friggin' glue so I had to spill it out, no two ways about it

[voidthewanderer]

Not Alone Anymore

→ Word Count: 2,837 → Warnings: Implications of necrophilia (never outright said), implications of SA (never outright spoken, but is referencing Sweetjane's ordeal with the BoS as a comfort girl), Typical Gore Referencing (I always wanna say canon typical, but I feel like what I view would be canon typical isn't actually) → Characters: Sweetjane Ledet, Ripper Trumoil → Prompted from this post here. I'm genuinely not sure if I had actually reblogged the post or if this was one of the prompt lists we were sending to each other on Discord, but I found it. Selected prompt: ❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞ Ripper has to call back to his prewar training to help Sweetjane with a nightmare after witnessing something traumatic. Takes place after this short, very early in their relationship. Tagging: @bleuplaysrpgs as Sweetjane is his!

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Every little shuffle kept Ripper's head on a swivel. He was no stranger to active sleepers in his time as a doctor; his domain having been in the early morning rounds with most people still sleeping. There'd been times where he'd been called into rooms because patients were thrashing about with nightmares or night terrors. It wasn't anything new, but he'd grown used to it. Some people were just like that; the reason why didn't matter. As long as they wound up being unharmed and that the nurses that were helping knew how to handle the situation.

Of course, things were no different with Sweetjane. She wasn't generally a super active sleeper, mostly when they were stuck on something thin on the floor. There'd been nothing plush to help make the sleeping bag more comfortable, otherwise he would've made sure she had a little nest to sleep on. He watched her as her head would twitch every so often, followed by a jerk of her arm or leg. Sometimes a small hum or whimper would sound, him shifting slightly in case if he needed to wake her. Though, she'd still shortly after, laying for several minutes before it happening again. He knew she was dreaming, she'd been out long enough for REM to happen. He couldn't exactly place what was keeping him on edge, though.

Yes, it was most likely a nightmare. Every so often, her brow would knit together with a nervous whimper passing her lips; another random jerk of one of her limbs. And the rolling around restlessness. She was a side sleeper, so some movement was expected, but she was practically rolling about; the sleeping bag being the only thing keeping her from actually traveling about the floor. Something about this dream was making her active, him nervous about the reason why.

Their relationship was still new, a short sneak away at a party being the catalyst for it. Although they'd been occasionally sharing a bed, Ripper had made a promise to her that he'd keep watch for the night. After what they'd witnessed earlier in the day, it didn't surprise him that she'd be having nightmares. It was another reason why he didn't want to sleep either; not wanting to see what he felt was burned into his vision still again…

Still… Ripper tried to shut his eyes for a short while; them only snapping back open as the image crept into existence. He took a breath, rolling his head back slightly as he swallowed down the acid that had bubbled up in his throat, "Shit…"

She must've been no older than Sweetjane; a prong collar digging into her neck. He didn't have to get close to know that she'd only been less than a day dead; the cause of death unknown. The way the body had been carved into and cut up… It was unlike anything Ripper had ever seen before. Those raiders, if they were such, were meticulous. Though, the many bodies in varying states of decay in this room and the previous proved they'd done this plenty of times.

"Sweetjane, go outside." His voice was firm as he braced his large frame in the doorway. He didn't care if she'd be able to handle what she was seeing or not; he didn't want her to see.

"Ain't nothin' new…" the tone in her voice sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of this; her warm hand resting on his back. He knew only bits and pieces about her past, not wanting to pry too deeply. He didn't want to ruin the relationship by being too pressing over a traumatic past.

When he didn't move, Sweetjane tried to push past, "Rippa, I said I'm fine."

"I said go outside." He hated raising his voice to her in his snap. He couldn't rip his eyes away, mind running wild with anguish. Between the sight and the smell, it'd been the start of the bile that had repeatedly burned his chest and throat.

She didn't listen, ducking under his arm, only to freeze upon the sight, eyes growing wide. He grabbed her shoulder, tucking her face against his chest to keep her from befalling the same thoughts, "Don't."

Heavy breathing made Ripper tighten his old on Sweetjane, him picking her up slightly to carry her out of the house, "There's nothin' worth sufferin' through this for. Let's go."

Outside of that initial shock, Sweetjane had seemed… oddly fine. Remiss, yes, but she was still alert, responding to conversation with more than just idle filler, staying active. If anything, she was overly active. For now, it was fine; knowing that it was a means to keep her mind occupied. He didn't want to even attempt to imagine what was going on in her head. Some people could also just keep going until they stopped for the night. That had been where they were at.

Normally, Ripper was able to get her to relax, even if they didn't indulge in each other's company. They'd lay up against the wall, Sweetjane tucked close to his side, him reading what she was over her shoulder while he kept alert until she went to sleep. It'd taken him forever to get her to even stop worrying about where they were.

"Sweetjane please. Try t' sleep."

"I jus' got some things I gotta do, doncha worry," her voice trembled as she spoke, "Ya go git some sleep too. 'M shoa ya need it."

"I don't need t' sleep," he returned easily, approaching her, "You do. Lot's 'f stuff I don't gotta do anymore. So, please." He motioned to the sleeping bag that had been rolled up on his pack, "Lay it out an' go t' sleep. I'll keep an eye on ya… alright? I jus'… I kinda need t' think anyways."

"Lay down wit me den," she almost begged, hands lightly pressing on his forearms. He grabbed the bag, unrolling it before getting her to lay down, zipping her up into it, "I'll join ya in a little bit, how 'bout that? I'm not tired jus' yet anyways. Wanna make sure th' place is quiet."

Despite her insistence for him to join her again, he held firm, needing to zip the bag up once more. She finally obliged, keeping her back to him as he let out a breath, eyes watching over her frame. God, he hated the feeling that gripped at him. Maybe he could ask someone to help him train Dzukel as a sort of service dog for her. It wouldn't have been a bad idea, already being half blind.

His eyes fell heavy once more, head starting to bow in his exhaustion; the sight of that woman flashing over his closed lids once more. The bile burned up his chest once more, him snapping his eyes open as he rubbed at his sternum, quietly cursing in Italian. How long was this going to last…

No. Something was wrong… Something was wrong.

It only took a second, him barely able to get to his feet, darting to Sweetjane. He was careful to not outright grab at her as she started to violent thrash about; more trying to block her limbs from her body and face. He didn't want to hurt her by restraining her, but if she managed to land anything, it might've hurt herself.

"Sweetjane! Sweetjane!" his hand lightly lined her jaw, trying to hold her head upright, needing to straddle over her torso to keep blocking her as he used his free hand to lightly pat her cheek, "C'mon… wake up!"

It never ceased to amaze him just how strong she actually was, wincing at the few good hit that had connected on him; it being worth it to get her up. Finally, her eyes snapped open, all of her muscles tightening up as she tried to shoot up, knocking Ripper off balance. He settled back against her torso slightly, trying to use his own weight for a deep pressure response, as well as to keep her laying down as he arched over her, "Whoa, whoa, easy… I'm here… Not too fast…"

Her pale eyes locked onto his, unblinking as she nearly gasped for breath; her chest rapidly rising and falling in response. Ripper kept his voice calm, the deep, melodic tone keeping her attention, "Ya need someone right now… I'm here. I'm th' one that's here… Lemme be what ya need…"

Sweetjane tried to speak, the only thing escaping her lips being a stuttered out "I". He lightly pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her, "Focus on me, a'right? Jus' keep watchin' me, follow my breathin'…"

He took a slow, deep breath in and held; waiting a bit longer than he needed to until he felt her start to do the same. Once she started to follow along, he took the first few minutes to just breathe, shifting off of her so she could finally sit up. He still made sure that she was slow about sitting up; never breaking eye contact with her. He spoke again once she'd been upright, "Good… Good. Now, take your time. Focus. Gimme five things ya can see."

"Y-you…" She paused, not wanting to pull her gaze away from him. If she looked away, he'd be gone. She'd be— No. Focus! "Th'… Window…"

Ripper turned to look over his shoulder. Good, she was taking her time, his hand lightly going to the side of her neck, cautious of the bomb collar. His thumb followed the contour of her jawline, fingers pressing into her hair. God, it was damn from sweat.

"Th' desk…" He looked back at her to follow her gaze, her almost immediately following with, "Th' fan sittin' on it…" Another pause, her eyes locking back onto him.

"That's four, I need one more, baby." That pet name felt foreign crossing his lips, but god did it help keep things calm,

"Th'… Th' light on th' ceilin'."

His eyes scanned upward, seeing a broken dome light. He nodded, "Four things you can touch… Keep takin' your time…"

A small shift in his arms made him move a hand to her shoulder, keeping her seated, "Right now, jus' what's within your reach."

Once again, she named him; which, fair. He did have his hands on her. She also named her dress and the sleeping bag, pausing after the fact; hand shifting slightly as she finger crawled it onto the floor, eventually naming off the small pebbles beneath her fingertips.

"Alright, good. Let's take another deep breath…"

They both took two slow, deep breaths. Her tension had been easing, raising relief, though he still continued, "Now… what's can ya hear? Three things. Keep takin' those breaths…" —he felt her chest raise slowly— "…Jus' like that…"

This did make her pause, not wanting to account for the slight rattle in his chest, she started with the most prominent sound, "Frogs… dose li'l peeper frogs."

Ripper picked his head up slightly, having not even realized; that was a sound that he missed hearing, a soft smile forming on his lips as she said her next one; the wind blowing through the window. She gave her last response quickly as well, "Somethin' walkin' outside…"

This put Ripper on alert, shifting slightly, "Stay here, keep doin' that breathin'."

Pushing himself up from the ground, he quietly crept to the window. Sure enough, a mongrel had been slowly stalking down the road, locked in onto something that had been digging in the trash across the street. Ripper let out a breath of relief, speaking over his shoulder, "I'd do th' two things you can smell… but I know ya can't smell anythin'."

She almost blurted out cigar smoke. It was such a distinct smell, something almost ingrained into her mind. But, she certainly didn't smoke them, nor did Ripper. And, yes, while Ripper knew about the cult that had a leader who'd modeled himself after the Baron Samdi; he didn't know about the actual Bawan. That was something she wanted to keep to herself, at least for now.

This raised a small laugh, garnering another sigh of relief. That was good, him going to sit back down next to her, "One last thing… One thing ya can taste."

Before he could say anything, she nearly shot forward, locking her lips to his. He let out a small noise of surprise, him giving a small carry before pulling back, seeing her manage a small smile, "Th' cigarette ya 'ad earli'a."

"Tease," he purred, his hand returning to where it was on her neck. His free hand lightly rested at the lacing on the back of her dress, "May I loosen this?"

She gave a small nod, him fumbling slightly as he did it with just the one hand. He was just as cautious in easing the garment down, his hand finding a home just below her ribs as she shimmied out of the dress during his gentle pull against his chest; holding her close, "Do ya get those often?"

The half shrug was all he'd needed, though she still spoke, "Somethin' 'bout what we saw… I jus'… I dunno…"

"Are they normally that… active?"

"I felt like I was outta my own body," she said softly, which had been true. Normally, her nightmares just had her curling up tightly in bed; her sometimes finding bruises on her arms depending on how tightly she'd been gripping at herself. He buried his face against her hair, "Ya don't gotta tell me anythin', of course. I jus' wanna know if I gotta keep alert. I know what ya saw in th' raider camp didn't help."

She kept quiet, thankful that he was so willing to just let her escape the thoughts, no matter how long they lingered. Even coming out of the dream, she'd felt like she wasn't in control of her own body, but looking on… maybe it was because that was how it was in her dream. Instead of the woman in that room, it was her. It wasn't raiders in though… No. They'd been part of the others that littered the room; it'd been another ghost of her past, their original intentions achieved with her. She shook the thought away, starting to tremble once more. She didn't want everything Ripper had just done to be for nothing. He was there now, her feeling like she was protecting her from those invisible demons.

Sweetjane tucked herself close to Ripper's chest, hand lightly caressing his bicep, "Lay wit me…"

"Ya sure?"

She nodded against him, voice soft, "I don't 'ave nightmares when you're 'ere…"

A terse breath teased her skin as Ripper laid back, only having her sit up so he could work his tank top off. Once relaxed, he balled it under the pillow, pulling her back against his chest, one hand light on the back of her head, the other lightly caressing her hip. Now he felt dumb, doing this in the first place might've prevented this.

"Where'd ya learn t' do dat, anyway? Thought ya did th' otha side 'f dat."

"I did," he hummed, knowing that she'd meant physical health over mental health. It was still a skill he needed to know, "Crow used t' deal with stuff like that when I first met 'em. 'M glad it helped ya."

Things fell silent between the two, both of them just listening to the quiet of the Commonwealth.

"Rippa?"

He gave a soft hum, letting her know that he was listening, just didn't want to breath the silence.

"Are you OK?" There'd been such dictation in her voice; a deliberate tone as she pushed down her accent to ask. He kept quiet for another minute before nodding, "Yeah. I'm… I've never seen anything quite like that in all my time on this earth. Though, guess I also don't exactly make it a habit t' go int' random houses with blood smeared all over th' sidin'. It was clear they knew what they were doing… or that they were doin' it a long time… Knew exactly where t' cut for what they were intending…"

A small shuffle made Ripper look down, seeing Sweetjane rolled over onto her belly. His eyes did wander down slightly, face warming when his gaze lifted back to hers; smiling softly, "Let's stop talkin' 'bout it. Ain't gonna go away keepin' on it."

Both hands fell to her hips now, lightly massaging them to work out any remaining tension. She rested her head against his chest once more, him pressing back against the pillow. This was all he wanted to focus on now… Everything would be OK. Keep massaging her, savor her softness. Remember that she was right there, slowly drifting back to sleep by his touch. His hands wandered back up to the curves of her back once he knew she was asleep, lightly hugging her as he closed his eyes. Maybe it wasn't the perfect remedy, but at least that vision didn't come back, this time.

[mk-wizard]

Home Maker Grimlock IS in character

As a woman who is also a default feminist, I have always been drawn to media like the Transformers because of its progressive elements especially when you see how the lore has evolved. However, people are either selective about which changes they accept or they are stuck on G1.

In my case, people on the Reddit community especially reacted VERY negatively to my depiction of Grimlock and Arcee being happily married with children, and being a non-traditional family in that Arcee is the breadwinner and Grimlock is the home maker though he works too as a teacher. First off, having a job or caring for the home are not gender roles. Every adult should be able to do both. Second off, if you are off put by a woman who works or a man who keep the home in order, I think you need to look inward and see why that is because that is a genuinely sexist reaction. Not to mention bigoted on another level. What does this make families where both parents are men or both women, single parent families, or divorced families?

In the real world, deciding together which parent becomes the breadwinner and which guards the fort should not be determined by gender. It should be determined by salary, time and possibility. Neither a day job or keeping the home involves what is below your belt nor is it a reflection on your masculine or feminine side. If anything, I commend the men who are confident and selfless enough to recognize their wives as being the better earners and keep their jobs for the well being of the family. Plus, being a home maker is HARD work! I can confirm this as a house wife! On the flipside, what is so unladylike or unmotherly about the wives and mothers who work long hours and hard to make sure there is food on the table, clothes on everyone's back, a roof over everyone's head and the bills get paid?

Also about it "breaking their characters" it really, REALLY doesn't. It has been confirmed that modern Grimlock is great with kids, loves being around them as he wants to be a dad, and even wants to get married. Plus, if you take the fact that he also transforms into a T-Rex, paleontologists have discovered evidence that T-Rexes were loving parents and the dad was involved in raising the young. So yeah, thinking his instincts would drive him to be a doting dad and a protector of the "nest" is not a stretch at all. Nor does it make him less masculine. On the flipside, one of Arcee's trademark personality traits is her pride in her work and being able to do it well. She is gentle and motherly/big sisterly, but also feisty, independent and strong. She's not a feminist icon in Transformers lore for nothing, so her still being career driven and even having a high ranking job is something I would totally expect of her. Accepting these facts doesn't make Grimlock feminine nor does it make Arcee masculine. These are just their jobs not the definition of their personalities, interests or all there is to them. If anything, accepting what you are best at in a marriage is a recipe for a happy marriage and a happy family.

Plus, considering all the excessive drama, dysfunctionality, and the rejection of love and the family there is in the media these days, I would think seeing a happy family would cheer people up, but... what do I know?

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