#this is a great start for something that spawned from sadness

[polyghostfacehours]

Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader - Dumbification Kink

@bisexual-horror-fan I want you to know this is all your fault. You awoke this latent kink within me. How fucking dare you <3

TW: NSFW, Dumbification, degradation, slut-shaming, ahegao faces lmao

"Jesus Christ Billy" Stu laughed "Did you fuck them stupid?"

You wanted to retort something back, but in your current sad state you reckon there's a larger chance of you meeting the leader of the free world himself. Sprawled out on the bed, cum leaking out of you in thick rivulets, and your tongue still lolled out slightly, you could barely bring yourself to lift your head up.

"Nah, Y/N has always been this stupid a slut Stu" Billy casually stated from his place now next to you, an almost bored look on his face. His fingers reach in to dig into your mouth and tug your lips and jaw every which way, as if to inspect the amount of cum still coating your tongue and gums and teeth inside. "They've never been able to resist our cocks, you know that. Even before we started fucking them they dreamed of this shit."

You couldn't stop the shaky moan that left you anymore than you could the dopey smile that crawled its way onto your face. This was fucking heaven. And they weren't wrong. You had been the one to approach them about fucking you until you were filled to the brim. You don't know what had come over you, but the primal need to be fucked silly by the two had come to an unusual head that night. And they had made sure to enthusiastically deliver.

"I..ah..mm-gah-I'm not-" you tried to deny his words and you felt a light slap on your cheek from Stu, cutting you off. He cackled when you glanced at him with half lidded eyes.

"Would you shut the fuck up? Damn." he giggled meanly. You don't even know how one would "giggle meanly" but Stu somehow found a way to do just that. Moving to take his nth turn between your legs, the grin that hadn't left his face since you started somehow grew even wider, his teeth bared and too sharp, and you shuddered.

Without giving you any time to adjust, Stu slid his cock home through your cum-slicked entrance. You threw your head back as he started a brutal pace, one hand on your hip and the other moving to stroke your sore and sensitive nether regions.

"Mmmm-hahaha! Fuck, you're the perfect cocksleeve Y/N. You were made for me and Billy!" Stu rasped out, still giggly; still mean. Your eyes rolled backwards as he angled himself perfectly, your lips wet and drooly, and your tongue once again outside it's place in your mouth. You smiled like an idiot, your eyes moving back in place only when you felt Billy's large hand on your jaw, making you look at him.

"Not that I have to tell you this, since you're fucking gagging for cock, but open wide whore." he sneered, his handsome visage curled in a snarl of disgust that made you clench around Stu, eliciting a drawn out groan from the man.

To describe your expression as slutty would be the understatement of the century, as far as they were concerned. Still smiling, and with your tongue flat against your bottom lip as far as it would go, Billy shoved himself into your mouth to the hilt. He maneuvered your head to rest on the bed, tilting towards his cock, and then leaned forward over your head to rest his hands on the bed. He begins fucking your face into the mattress in earnest, as if you were nothing but a mouth that had magically spawned on the bed. The way the two casually disregarded you had your mind reeling, and you couldn't think of a better use for yourself if you tried.

"Fuuuuck, Billy you look so good using that cocksleeve of yours." you hear Stu say, and you couldn't help but agree as you closed your eyes to imagine the sight Stu must be seeing. He probably did look great, back arched and hands braced against the mattress as he pounded downwards into your wet and willing mouth.

"I know." Billy panted, and you could practically hear the smirk on his face. That fucking ego of his. He reached to his side to slap your chest and squeeze. Stu sat up, taking the hand on your waist to move it to the other side of your chest to flick at a nipple. With his other hand still working your lower half, you couldn't help the rapidly approaching orgasm from slamming into you full force, your moans increasing in speed as the white-hot pleasure began to overtake you.

With your legs shaking and insides contracting, you screamed around Billy's pistoning cock, the vibrations earning a deep groan from him. Your insides pulled and squeezed around Stu and the shaky moan that left him was music to your ears. But they weren't done yet.

"St-mmf, sto-grgh- sssttooo-egh!!"

You tried, you really did. Tried to beg around Billy's relentless thrusting. To stop, to slow down. Anything to make the damn near painful overstimulation take pause. They weren't having it though, taunting you and fucking you even harder if possible. You lost count of the amount of times Billy's biting words degraded you, calling you their cockdrunk whore, their cumdump, their slutty fucktoy. Couldn't keep up with Stu telling you to shut up and take it, manic glee and cruel laughter filling your ears.

"A walking, talking sex doll is what you are. Aaah-fucking Christ, stop grinning like such a dumb bitch damn!"

"Cock, cock, cock~ haha! I bet that's all that's- nngh- going through your head right now huh?"

"God...you suck like my cum's gonna be your last meal on earth."

"Mmmmm that's right baby! Scream around his cock, beg for us to stop~"

You didn't know how long this went for. Orgasm after orgasm wracked both your body and theirs. You were now sore and numb and drunk on the heady taste and smell of your boys' cocks. It was all you could think about as it happened, all you could think about after it stopped, and all you could think about as they tucked you in, whispering now sweet words of praise and entangling their bodies with yours.

You smile as you feel Stu's arms wrap around you and Billy's lips find your forehead. As they give each other a long kiss goodnight and congratulate each other on a job (you) well done (god they still talked about you like you weren't there) you briefly wonder to yourself how the fuck you were going to walk tomorrow.

[bratkook]

not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series...mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least. 

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option. 

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight. 

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about. 

Jungkook can only hum in question, eyes squinting in the low light as he attempts to find the him you’re talking about. With a slight turn of your head, you’re inches from Jungkook’s cheek, the obvious look of confusion etched onto his soft features letting you know he was absolutely lost. With a soft huff your fingers are gripping his cheeks and moving his face in the right direction, free hand pointing as discreetly as you could to the man in question. 

You know he spots him, you can feel his jaw tense underneath your grip. What you don’t feel is the sudden guilt that fills him up, sloshing in his stomach and mixing with the liquor he just drank until he feels a little queasy. Jungkook instantly regrets coaxing you out of your little dungeon with the promise of cheering you up. If he had known the spawn of satan–dubbed your ex boyfriend and also the reason why you were in a downward spiral–would be here, he would have just let you rot in your bed like you originally wanted. 

“Do you wanna go?” he mutters out, cheeks still squished by your slowly tightening grip, and he begins to accept the fact that you might just break his jaw right now. It’s fine, he thinks, he deserves it. 

“No,” you grunt stubbornly, fingers finally releasing him as you turn back around and choose to face the endless amount of bottles behind the bar. He may be the reason you were currently on a never ending cycle of watching sad, heartbreaking chick-flicks from the early 2000’s, dumping you with the lame excuse that you two were on different paths and he just wasn’t ready for commitment. It’s something you accepted, albeit jaw tense and eye twitching as you did so, but you figured you would eventually find your way back to each other. 

Your mind was warped, believing you were meant to be, that this was just a mere bump in the road that you would laugh at together in the future. 

That is, until he blocked you on all social media, and you had to hear from your best friend that he had moved on days later and was now with some blonde-haired, fresh faced, supermodel-esque woman that you could not get yourself to hate. Instead you took to endlessly scrolling through her instagram while you stuffed your face with milk chocolate and questioned why you had ever convinced yourself that you had a future with him. 

“Good, he’s a dick and you shouldn’t let him ruin your night.” Jungkook grumbles, slinging his arm around you as you hold your forgotten drink by your lips. He had seen your relationship with Hajoon play out from the very beginning, knowing slightly more intimate details than he would like considering you were next door neighbors and happened to share a wall between your bedrooms. 

The friendship you had with Jungkook blossomed right after you moved in four years ago, friendly neighborly talks morphing into actual conversations, and eventually inviting each other into your apartments where you would attempt to beat him at any game you had in your Nintendo switch. It was a great dynamic, providing the two of you with a sense of relief after your busy days at work. 

Unfortunately, the second you got with Hajoon was the end of any of those playful matches, your ex’s jealousy making you distance yourself in an attempt to keep your relationship at bay. 

Jungkook can’t say he didn’t see it coming, having heard the way you’d cry anytime you had an argument and your ex would leave, slamming the door behind him so hard Jungkook’s walls would rattle. It had become such a common occurence it was a shock he hadn’t marched out of his house, met Hajoon in the hall, and gave him a clean right hook in your honor. 

He was secretly hoping you’d break up with the jerk for your own good–and maybe for his own personal reasons too. Your ex was right in being wary of Jungkook, knowing the way a boy's mind worked, sensing Jungkook’s feelings for you in a way you were too blind to see. Jungkook wasn’t a dick though, he could tell you wanted your relationship to work so he kept his distance. 

When weeks went by without the sight of him he began to think you finally did it, a call for celebration that made him want to go over to your place to challenge you for a friendly match of Mario Kart like you used to. 

Until he ran into you in the hall and took note of what a mess you were, his smile falling from his face when he saw how defeated you looked. 

Your shameful confirmation that you had been royally dumped made his heart twist for you, his selfless tendencies urging him to help you feel better in any way he could. You were thankful for it, grateful that he was keeping you company while you moped around, providing you with just the right amount of distraction to allow you to breathe and slowly heal. 

Honestly, today would have been just another day if it wasn’t what was supposed to be your two year anniversary. The second Jungkook heard the telltale sounds of The Notebook starting up in your bedroom—something he hadn’t heard through the drywall separating your rooms in weeks—is when he knew something was up. 

Jump to: now. 

With Jungkook looking sheepish and wishing he had chosen another bar, and you gripping the cup so hard it was a shock it hadn’t shattered in your grasp. 

“He’s with her,” you whisper out harshly, head downcast, swirling the liquid around in your glass as you force yourself not to look back at them. The vision of them coddled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around his while she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear had stung enough the first time, you weren’t jealous but the pain still lingered inside of you.. 

“Just try to ignore him. Don’t let it bother you,” he attempts to reassure you, the bass of the music muffling the way you try to deny the fact that you’re clearly upset, his attention now elsewhere. 

Jungkook takes a chance and looks back once more, eyes narrowed as he searches for Hajoon in the crowd. He spots him with more ease the second time, seeing the way he lazily drinks from his glass while the blonde rests her head on his shoulder, lips moving as she tells him something that makes him smile. 

“Oh shit,” Jungkook chokes, eyes widening slightly in shock when Hajoon meets his gaze. He’s been caught, too late for him to avert his eyes and pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring. He can only give him a tight-lipped smile that he hopes doesn’t come across as an invitation to come say hello. 

“What?” you question, turning to stare at Jungkook and seeing the look on his face, doe eyes swirling with a mix of emotions. 

“He saw me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, lips barely moving as he does so, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. 

“What?” you repeat harshly, setting the drink back down as your palms grow clammy, finger tugging at your shirt’s neckline when the air becomes thick and stuffy. 

“Oh fuck, he’s coming.” Jungkook throws back the remainder of his drink, grimacing at the burn lingering in the back of his throat before placing the cup down. “Just follow along,” he whispers into your ear, standing tall as Hajoon approaches the two of you. 

He’s ballsy, Jungkook will give him that, more so when he completely ignores Jungkook in favor of calling out your name. 

“Y/N, oh my god is that you?”

Jungkook can’t stop the way he glares at the bastard, not even the small jab to his side that you deliver with your elbow is enough to wipe the look off his face. Still, you pause to breathe, shutting your eyes briefly before plastering a look of surprise on your features as you turn around to face him. 

“Hajoon, what are you doing here?” Your voice has risen a few octaves, pitch surpassing the normal customer service voice and entering unhinged and borderline crazed territory. Hajoon doesn’t notice though, and neither does the girl strapped to his side, the two of them smiling at you and not giving Jungkook a glance. 

“Oh, we’re just celebrating our four month anniversary.” The girl finally speaks up, giving Hajoon a kiss to the cheek and completely missing the way your face instantly falls. Her innocent statement has you coming to the sudden realization that this son of a bitch had been cheating on you for the last two months of your relationship. 

Jungkoon spots it easily though, can sense the way your body tenses up beside him, no doubt will the rage flare up in the form of hot tears spilling over and onto your cheeks soon. One look at Hajoon’s pleased face is enough to not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way he affects you. 

“Young love,” Jungkook sighs, long arm pulling you into his side obnoxiously, seeing the way Hajoon eyes the two of you carefully. “I can relate. We’ve been together for...what is it again babe, five months?”

Hajoon doesn’t even attempt to be discreet, eyes bulging out and fist curling at his side. He had hated Jungkook the second he met him, intimidated by his physique and the way he made you laugh with ease, threatened by him in every sense. It was the reason he told you to cut ties with him, his fragile ego not trusting your neighbor, fully convinced all Jungkook would have to do was beckon you over for you to leave him. 

Any man would feel threatened by him, just looking at him now with his long hair framing his face, the challenging glimmer in his eyes as he gauges the other’s reaction. Hajoon follows Jungkook’s arm, seeing how it snakes around your body and settles with his palms curling around your waist, fingers gently squeezing your skin. 

Jungkook chuckles when Hajoon meets his gaze once more, free hand adjusting the yellow tinted sunglasses perched on his head—something that should make him look like an A class douchebag, because who the hell brings shades to a fucking club. But like all things, Jungkook makes it work. 

All of this tied in with that small, white lie, makes Hajoon’s head spin in a jealous whirlwind. It was fine and dandy if he cheated on you but how dare you give him the same treatment, with your neighbor of all people. 

“Five months?” He bites first, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you. 

The insecurity is written all over his face, it almost makes him shrink in size and for some reason it fills you with confidence. You stand taller now, sliding your own arm around Jungkook’s side as you nuzzle into him. 

“Almost six.” Those two words are the nails into his coffin of insecurity, probably increasing his trust issues for years to come, but considering it was no longer your problem, you don’t care. 

“Wow, almost half a year. That’s so cute, isn’t it?” His girlfriend coos, perfectly manicured hand placed over her chest, totally missing the way Hajoon looks like a kicked puppy. 

Now that he doesn’t have the one up, he’s no longer interested in sticking around, the gross green monster perched on his shoulder laughing at his misfortune. 

“Adorable,” he grunts out. “We should get back to our table. It was nice seeing you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before walking away, his girlfriend giving you a small wave before following behind him. The growing distance between you makes your muscles relax, sagging in relief as you release Jungkook’s side and hunch over the sticky bar. 

“I think I'm gonna puke,” you groan out, eyes going crossed when you feel Jungkook rest two fingers against your lips, sending him a questionable stare. 

“Please don’t, that drink was expensive. You’re only allowed to hurl as the grand finale of the night, and we’re just getting started.”

Jungkook smiles when you shut your eyes and groan, your mood was already down in the dumps, and despite the small rush you got from putting Hajoon in his place, you were still craving the comfort of your bed. “Can we go?”

The bartender proceeds to place a glass of water in front of you, assuming your slumped state was due to intoxication and not the gross remnants of running into an ex-boyfriend. You grab the glass regardless, taking a big gulp of the cool liquid and sighing when it helps calm you down. 

“If you really want to go we can, but at least try to loosen up.” His smile is genuine, cheeks pushed out as he looks down at you with kind eyes. “We’ll stay on the opposite side, and if you’d still rather watch the Notebook for the millionth time, we can do that.”

With a half-hearted groan you nod, allowing Jungkook to order another round of drinks for you to enjoy before eventually dragging you out onto the dance floor. He knows how to keep the atmosphere up, goofy smile on his lips as he bobs his head along to the loud beat, hands clasped with yours and wiggling in time to the music. 

“You love this song,” he manages to say through the noise, pulling you closer as he settles into a spot on the decently packed floor. You couldn’t even deny it, he heard just how often you played it through the paper thin walls. That playlist full of hit 2000’s songs was your guilty pleasure, and it was the main reason he had decided to bring you to this club on their themed night. 

Jungkook was attentive, he knew so much about you and played it off casually, always listening to things you say you enjoy, storing them into a folder labeled under your name and shoved into a very important part of his brain. 

You knew he was trying his best to get you to enjoy yourself, so you give in, beginning to sing along to the lyrics of an old song that brought back a flood of memories that made you smile back at him. Jungkook feels the first burst of success bloom inside him, joining in with your singing, raising up your clasped hands as you begin dancing. 

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he stares down at you, the few drinks you’ve had loosening you up and allowing you to push the earlier thoughts away. He feels mesmerized, eyes locked onto you, the flash of colors painting your skin, illuminating you in alternating shades of purple and blue. His heart does that annoying thing where it skips and stutters in his chest, mouth drying up as you drop your head back and sway your hips, slowly loosening the grip in your hands and turning around until your back is dangerously close to his chest.

Jungkook’s hands hover in the air for a moment, panic over taking his brain as he tries to remain calm. He could do this—he has done this before—the two of you would go clubbing before you got with your ex, and dancing definitely played a big part of it. So why was his brain short circuiting?

Sure your ass was brushing up against his crotch with each sway of your hips, but you were dancing, so his mind and his dick could fuck right off. He shakes his head to clear any dirty thoughts as his hands loosely grip your hips, testing the water, and when you smile and look back at him he feels less wary and sways his hips in time with yours. 

You can feel his chest brush against your back, breath fanning along your skin from his close proximity, only getting closer when you lift an arm back and hold his shoulder to pull him tighter against you. The heat sticks to your skin, thin shirt dampening with sweat from the warmth of the bodies around you, everyone in their own state of drunkenness as the bass flowed through their chests. 

Going out like this had been something you missed, used to frequenting the bars and clubs by your apartment with your friends and Jungkook, something that came to a halt because your ex claimed he hated that kind of scene. Something that was clearly a lie considering he was here now, enjoying himself as him and his new girlfriend danced along. 

You didn’t realize when he made his way onto the dance floor, enough distance separating you, but now that you had spotted him you feel like he’s way too close for comfort. In a similar position to you and Jungkook, Hajoon is free to look around while his girlfriend dances on him, eyes locked onto you with a smirk that makes your skin crawl. 

Jungkook is too lost in the music to notice where your attention has gone, earlier effects of the alcohol settling into his bloodstream, warming him up in that familiar way he welcomes. When the song changes, flowing into the next bass heavy anthem, you turn around in his grasp, giving him a brief glance before your hands are gripping his cheeks and bringing him down into a messy kiss. 

This is definitely something he’s never done with you before.

A muffled sound of confusion is swallowed by you as he quickly falls into the motion, large palms gripping your hips, slowly sliding up your back before lightly tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Jungkook can taste the liquor on your tongue, mixing with his own as your tongue slips between his lips. He has no idea what came over you but his racing heart and buried crush don’t let him question it, soft lips smacking with yours, not heard between the thrumming music. 

Your fingers feel the warmth of his cheeks, how he blushes into the kiss but you attribute it to the alcohol pumping through him. Harsh breaths fan across your face as he groans, lightly pulling back for a gasp of air but you don’t allow it. “No, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

And who is he to argue with that, blindly letting you bring your lips back together in a messy kiss. Your small pleas for him to continue has all the blood rushing to his cock, the ache felt in his jeans when it starts to harden, pressing into the denim uncomfortably and only getting worse when you gently bite down onto his lip before inching back. 

“Is he still looking?” you question, breath jagged as you peer up at Jungkook’s dazed expression. 

“What?” he dumbly replies, lips swollen and shiny, eyes still focused on your own as he makes an attempt to reconnect your lips. But then your question dawns on him, like a bucket of ice cold water, it sobers him up instantly. Is he still looking?

This was all for show. 

“He’s on the far right.” You motion your head in the direction and observe his face when his eyes move over to check if Hajoon was in fact still there. He does spot him heading out in a hurry though, girlfriend trailing behind him as he exits the club entirely

“No, just saw him leave.” Jungkook clears his throat, fingers slipping out of your hair and settling down over your back just like before. He hopes his solemn expression isn’t amplified by the lights flashing across his face, trying his best to act unaffected, as if he didn’t just pop a boner on the dance floor over a revenge make-out session. 

Luckily you don’t spot his fallen expression, a wide smile spreading across your face in victory, happy that you had successfully put him in his place. 

“I’m so sorry for kissing you.” You gasp in realization, unknowingly pouring salt in the wound when you act as if kissing him was something you would never do if it wasn’t in an attempt to piss off your ex. 

“No, it’s okay,” he waves off and smiles, eyes glancing over to the bar once more. Jungkook needed a drink, maybe five—actually he wouldn’t mind going home and watching The Notebook now, that would surely give him a reason to cry with no questions asked. 

He starts to walk back to the bar with you by his side, the sad look you had earlier entirely gone, replaced with a giddy smile and a pep in your step, so he can’t say he's too upset. 

“God, you should’ve seen how mad he looked when he saw us dancing together,” you giggle, standing inches from him as he orders another drink. Before he can respond, you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug. 

A hug, really?

Still, Jungkook sighs and wraps his own arms around your waist, a defeated smile on his face that he hides as he lets his chin rest over your head. The dip in his head makes the yellow tinted frames fall over his eyes and when he pulls back you snort at the visual, finger gently poking the bridge of them. 

“You look good in those.”

His drink gets placed in front of him then, giving him a good excuse to avoid stumbling over his words from your compliment, choosing to take a gulp of the hard liquor, wincing when it burns his throat. “Thank you,” he rasps out, grimacing at the taste and it just makes you giggle. 

“I should be thanking you. You need to be my fake boyfriend more often.”

Even more salt poured into his wound, topped with a dash of lemon juice in the form of your playful smile and nudge to his ribs, it stings. His heart ache in his chest, more so when he realizes his stupid boner was still going strong. Thankfully the dark lights prevent you from seeing it, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment. 

The yellow frames are placed back over his head as he takes another sip, nodding along to your statement with what he hopes comes across as a genuine smile on his lips once he sets his cup down. “Anytime you want Y/N.”

“I know this night didn’t end with the grand finale of me puking, but do you wanna go home and watch movies? No sappy romance ones, I'm not in the mood for crying anymore.”

He finishes his drink with ease, quickly closing his tab as he agrees. “Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick.” 

You might not be in the mood for crying but he definitely was; he also needed to handle the situation in his jeans, and what better night to stoop this low than tonight. His own version of a grand finale coming in the form of jerking off in the dirty bar bathroom while maybe shedding a tear or two. 

“Okay! I’ll call an uber,” you announce cheerfully, allowing him to walk away as you settle onto one of the sticky bar stools. 

Jungkook’s chest feels heavy as he walks to the bathroom, slipping into the small room and locking the door behind him. His forehead rests against the dirty door, eyes falling shut with a groan. He wishes he had the guts to confess to his crush, needing to push the fear of ruining the friendship away from his mind, wanting to gather possible clues that could indicate that you might feel the same. 

One day, but not yet. 

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two

Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3

It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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PART 1

Damian groaned.

He was not having a good day.

First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.

Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.

"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.

Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.

Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.

His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.

She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?

"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.

She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.

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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.

Talia broke the tense silence.

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!

Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.

Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.

“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”

The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.

He blinked.

Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.

The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.

What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.

Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.

Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch

"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”

She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.

"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.

"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"

"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."

Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.

Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.

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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.

“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”

“What is that?” Jason shrieked.

“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.

“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.

“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”

“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”

“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”

Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”

“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.

Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”

“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”

“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”

Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.

“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”

“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.

[lilacandladybugs]

Winnie the Pooh Version: Wilbur and Tommy Go for a Walk and Build a New Home Together

Right after the day when everything went terribly wrong, when the L’Manberg elections had just concluded and the Exile of Great Proportions had occurred, Tommy stood in the middle of a creek watching the leaves flow down the current to wherever they were going. At first when he dropped them in, the leaves went slowly, and then as the creek split into different streams to hurry past rocks, the leaves would speed up, separating, and then eventually coming back together again. He dropped a few more leaves in the creek, and watched them flow away from each other, and then back together again.

There are many paths that creeks might take. But the creek is not in a hurry. It has no worries, nothing to trouble it. For it has been around for a long time, and knows that there is no rush to get where you are going, no matter how many twists it might take to get there.

Just as Tommy was starting to feel like his thinking mood might have turned into a sad mood, Wilbur came up along the path. 

“Hello,” Wilbur said.

“Hullo,” Tommy said as he climbed out of the creek.

“Come on Tom,” Wilbur said, “Let’s go.”

Tommy gathered up a few interesting but still damp rocks he had found and plopped them in his pocket. After they had wandered for a while in thoughtful silence, just enjoying each other’s company, Wilbur started to gather some sticks.

“What is the plan for the day, Wilbur?” Tommy asked.

“Hmmm, well I’m not sure. You just were looking a little aimless so I felt like I should give you something to do.”

“I’m not aimless.” Tommy said, annoyed, “I’m awesome. And hilarious.”

“I know you are Tommy but you are also Aimless,” Wilbur had collected a full armful of sticks and he now turned to Tommy and handed him the stack, “You’re aimless because Tubbo is still with Schlatt and it’s Bothering you.”

“I am never bothered,” Tommy said, in a bothered tone of voice.

“Yes you are.”

“I am unbothered and also sly, like a butterfly.”

“Well I am right. I know a lot more words than you and am smart and well read like an Owl.”

“A stupid owl.” In spite of what he said, Tommy knew Wilbur could spell hard words, like necessary, and Tuesday, which would make anyone a respectable person. This clearly meant that he would come up with a plan about what to do. Nobody who could spell necessary could be wrong or aimless.

Wilbur turned to a small clearing in the woods where there was a small hill, “Alright dumb butterfly, let’s make this into a home then.” 

“Did you bring a bed, so we can set our spawn?”

They both looked at each other for a minute. “Fine.” Tommy said, “I’ll go look for a sheep.” 

“I will start organizing what we have and making sure that everything is here.”

Tommy however was not prone to productivity, he was prone to mischief. At least, that’s what he told himself as he scurried away looking for sheep. As he was wandering off, mostly to get away from any Responsibility that Wilbur wanted to bestow on him, Tommy thought about how much easier it would be to steal some wool from Eret than to get it from a sheep himself. Eret was practically begging to be stolen from, as he had such a large castle, and wasn’t at all exiled. He was also so easy to rob in the past, in fact, he had given Tommy wood and enchanted books on multiple occasions. That proved that robbery was successful and also a good idea.

Just then Tommy, who, having no shears, sense of direction, or armor about him, came upon a beautiful white sheep. The sheep looked up at him with his beautiful sheep eyes and baa-ed at him pleadingly. At this point Tommy was rather hungry and also rather cold. It would be very easy to kill the sheep and have the resources that Wilbur needed.

“Ohhh,” Tommy groaned, finally petting the sheep’s fluffy black nose, “I can’t kill you can I? Your name is going to be Herbert.” The sheep looked up at him with his knowing and intelligent sheep eyes. 

If Wilbur were there, he would not kill the sheep, Tommy rationalized to himself, in fact, Wilbur always condoned robbery. Robbery is the best idea possible. 

And so with that, Tommy headed back over to L’Manberg and up a hill to Eret’s castle. Eret’s castle was large, colorful, and well established. It had many things that a Young and Prosperous young man might need. Like wool for setting his spawn. As he approached the tower with all the chests, he saw a sign over the door, which said, “Ring to enter.” There was a piece of string hanging down from the ceiling, which was probably attached to a doorbell. Tommy politely pulled on the door bell, and waited to see if Eret the Stupid and Robbable would come let him inside.

The door cracked open and Eret poked out his head. “Oh! Hello Tommy.”

“Hello Eret.” Tommy said, putting his hands behind his back, “I’m here to rob you.”

“Again?” Eret chuckled and opened the door to let Tommy inside. “What do you need?” 

But Tommy had already made himself quite at home and was shoving handfuls of meat in his pockets for later, as well as some iron which Eret probably didn’t need, and a stack of wool. “You don’t need any of this do you? Good. Because I’m taking it from you. You’ve been robbed.”

“Oh,” said Eret, “Well, I am open to helping you and Wilbur, if you ever wanted it you can just ask.”

“Oh yeah, traitor?” Tommy said, “Well I’m open to helping take away your wool.”

Eret chuckled in a very Eret way and stopped pushing the matter. “Would you like some honey and tea before you go? You look a little bit cold. There’s no need to be all by yourself in the cold.”

“No, no,” Tommy said, “I am in charge here.” He put his hands on his hips and looked up spitefully into Eret’s sunglasses.

“I guess you are,” Eret conceded, just wanting to be helpful. “Are you heading out right away then?”

“Bye,” Tommy said, and made sure to close the door behind him quietly, so as not to disturb Eret’s house too much. He was a good and kind robber, after all.

Tommy hurried back to the new dirt house Wilbur was preparing with some food and wool in hand. When he arrived, he and Wilbur both set their spawns, and then they split the meal in a nice mossy patch underneath some trees.

The sun was just getting a little bit low, and there were cicadas singing in the trees. If you held still and paid attention, you could see the fireflies blinking on and off lazily between the branches and around the leaves.

Wilbur and Tommy sat there for a long time together, saying nothing at all, and listening to the sound of the world around them. Everything seemed so incredibly different than before, but it was also somehow exactly the same. 

“I know you’re bothered, but he’s still your Tubbo you know,” Wilbur finally said.

“I know,” Tommy replied.

“And, am I still your Wilbur?”

“Yes,” Tommy said, “Of course.”

“Will you promise to understand, if I, you know…” Wilbur looked thoughtful.

“Understand what?” Tommy asked.

“Oh. Nothing,” Wilbur said. 

Then while they sat there Wilbur told Tommy about a lot of things, as he was still in a thinking mood. He told Tommy about his visions for L’Manberg, and for the presidency, of what it was like to be president and how it was not at all like what he thought it would be. He told Tommy about how he cared so much for the country, and him, and Tubbo, and Nikki, and Fundy. And he told Tommy stories of places he had been before L’Manberg, and about people Tommy had never heard of before, and things he had never seen. Castles, mountains, heroes of other lands.

While Wilbur explained things like adults sometimes do, Tommy was also thinking very hard about things. “You’ve left a lot of places.” Tommy said finally, “But I’ve always lived in my little dirt hut besides my carrot farm in L’Manberg. I haven’t gone anywhere.” After a pause, listening to the cicadas sing, and remembering that he had in fact left his carrot farm, and Tubbo, and his country, Tommy scowled. “Wil,” he asked softly, “are you going to stay?”

“Of course,” Wilbur said.

“Will we be friends forever Wil?”

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded, “forever.”

Tommy nudged him, “Just like brothers?”

“Okay stop. I will cry.” Wilbur stood up suddenly, “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Where to?” 

“I don’t know. The next adventure.”

And so they went inside the unfinished cave, which wasn’t yet connected to the ravine of Pogtopia. And unbeknownst to them, the creek from before flowed underground and into some caves in the ravine. The creek didn’t worry about how it would get where it was going, it was happy to split apart and come back together again in due time. It was from nowhere and going nowhere, but the creek was happy to experience the journey. And so was Tommy.

[trothplighted]

I love the little snippets of the Marauders we've seen in your Grindeldore AU. It's like opening peanut butter and finding a hidden chocolate swirl. Great and unexpected. What do you think about the way Lupin was straightwashed in canon? How does that affect your opinion of Wolfstar as a ship?

oh yes, I very much want to talk about this

I don't know, really, how aware that JKR was that she queercoded Sirius and Remus. I feel like she had some awareness, because of the extremely homophobic way she treated Sirius in OotP (I'll elaborate on this in another post probably but it's upsetting, it's probably the most deliberately homophobic writing I've seen in a piece of written genre fiction from the last 40 years) and the way that it's a complete pivot from how he's portrayed in PoA and GoF, but nothing's confirmed. I'm not actually sure how aware she is that the entire wizarding world is very queercoded (a group of people with stores and bars and music that's distinct from the rest of regular society, they look the same physically but often dress in flamboyant or deliberately weird or gender-nonconforming ways, they have their own dialect of language and words that are distinct to their subculture, they're in a position where they have to exist on the fringes and undersides of the ordinary world) but there's a strong argument to be made for it as a read regardless of her intent.

despite not knowing I'm very happy to say that straightwashing Lupin was homophobic even though Wolfstar never got to achieve the full canonicity of Grindeldore, and there's sort of two ways to think about it. (one more parenthetical: bi men exist and have real relationships without being either straight or gay. the reason I don't argue for bi!Remus is because to my eye the coding is very clear that he's gay. Harry is probably bi, but that's another post)

from an in-universe/Watsonian perspective, my explanation for him marrying Tonks is that people do stupid things when they're grieving, they throw themselves into new ideas or new relationships and act in reckless and self-destructive ways, and this is an example. I think the reason he tried to run away from his marriage in DH is because he was basically having a psychotic break over marrying a woman and he had to get away, he had to leave, he couldn't stay. He was being hit with the full weight of what he'd done and that he was about to have a family and have a long-term existence with his wife and he genuinely needed to get out before he did something even more reckless. I also think that Tonks was similarly grieving the death of Emmeline Vance, but we're talking about Wolfstar here, so I'm gonna try to stay on topic.

staying Watsonian, I think too that this is evidence of a really fucked up, dysfunctional relationship built on love and longing but hampered by homophobia (it was the 70s and 80s) and by abuse and by trauma and by neither man really knowing how to communicate well because they weren't ever allowed to date or to exist out in the open. and I love it, for all its sadness! it's a tragedy, and I'm a Silmarillion scholar, I'm fucking here for queer tragedy, something something men as wolves and werewolves, the dog star and the hunting hound - I don't need this to be a happy ending. I can fix it in post to not make it homophobic.

however.

from an out-of-universe/Doylist perspective, I think JKR needed to marry Remus off.

in the hypothetical What She Did To Sirius post I'll probably talk about this too, so might as well start here, but the main thesis of this is that JKR became aware of reader feedback and fan culture in between writing books 3 and 5. GoF escapes her trying to compensate for her flaws and respond to her critics, but it's sort of the last time this happens, which is why it's probably her most-balanced book, though not her best-written. The Three Year Summer gave the world ample time to write and spawned a lot of influential trends and fan interpretations and tropes. Wolfstar shipping was in probably its true golden age thanks to "Lie low at Lupin's", and Cassandra Claire gave the world the (plagiarized) Draco Trilogy and forever changed how fandom interpreted Draco Malfoy. The HP Lexicon came into its own as the reference site complete with meta and essays and timelines. Fanfiction.net exploded, mainstreaming fanfic in a way it had never been before.

And JKR was aware of all of this, and started responding to it, in particular criticisms of the more childlike aspects of her story. She's a very insecure writer when it comes to kid lit, she doesn't truly seem to be happy she's writing it. Contrast Tamora Pierce, K.A. Applegate, or any other author working in the middle grade field, all of whom genuinely love their chosen career path. in particular she seems keen to really start punishing people for deviating from her ideas of gender norms. and it's not just men! Fleur Delacour spends an entire book being shamed for being too feminine, and made fun of by Ginny and disliked by Hermione, and Lavender Brown is vilified for her crush on Ron. we're well into JKR's "every good girl is a Cool Girl" phase, she's kind of a shite feminist. nobody gets away unscathed.

there's a much more solid argument to be made about things like "Harry doesn't tell adults anything in the early books and then he communicates with them and is dismissed or belittled" as direct responses to critics, but I think there's room for Wolfstar too: the book written while she would have been becoming aware of this ship (and there's no way she wasn't, Wolfstar was the slash ship of the fandom in a way that Drarry was forever playing second fiddle to) punishes Sirius for being a bad and untrustworthy person who's not a fit guardian for children and isn't safe to be around and ends with his death. Remus never mentions Sirius substantially again after OotP, focusing instead on James and (with his attempt to leave with the trio) feeding again into that really ugly trend in this series of queercoded men being presented as irresponsible and dangerous guardians and unsafe for children because they're selfish and care more about themselves than the Right Thing To Do. Albus also falls into this slot, the more overtly queer he gets the less good of a person he becomes. it's gross. it's really fucking gross.

but all of that was to say that Jo was in a position where if she didn't marry Remus off, people would keep on with the gay rumors. And TonksxRemus (also called Remadora sometimes) did its job of killing Wolfstar's continued presence as a mainstream pillar of the fandom, though the ship never died and has since developed a lovely second life. it's here for the long haul, and I couldn't be happier. I love this ship, I want to write about it. I'm infinitely more interested in them as adults than schoolchildren, but that's because I'm a disaster lesbian who's an adult, and they're sad old men with a History.

in that light they're not too different from Grindeldore, actually.

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

heeey! so back when @eirianerisdar posted chapter 12 of their fic the ransom of the house of fëanor - that’s the one where they finally let the brothers hellspawn and their idiot dad out of the void, but they have to throw elrond in, all very sad - i thought up my own somewhat fluffier vastly dumber au for the end of that chapter. in honour of the fic being finished, i’ve decided to write up the various scattershot ideas i’ve had for it, with the caveat that i’ll be working off my own slightly different background headcanons

the divergence point is roughly when elrond announces that he’s totally going into the void now, for realsies, the local ainur are nodding solemnly, and the fëanorians are running preliminary can-we-take-them calculations. except for maedhros, who’s very sad to hear that they must sacrifice his nephew to the eternal dark for their freedom, ‘tis truly a shame, they will honour his memory and GET THE BOAT, BOYS

or, the original elf mad scientist, his murderous blood-hungry spawn, a guy who’s extremely grouchy about not getting to do his dramatic self-sacrifice, and their somewhat-less-reluctant-than-he-should-be getaway driver go on the lam

how they got away from the valar:

námo: already knew this was going to happen, but it’s not like anyone ever listens to him, is it? in the moment, was a little more concerned with how morgoth had started belly-crawling towards the doors of night

manwë: never wanted to throw elrond into the void in the first place, and has been silently hoping elrond would call his bluff for the past week. the children are all safe and inside like they should be, and isn’t that what really matters?

eönwë: no it isn’t boss the fëanorians are a completely unpredictable wildcard we cannot afford to let them run around unsupervised!!! would probably have at least delayed the family hellspawn until backup could arrive, except

olórin: realised what maedhros was planning almost immediately and had to consciously force down a shit-eating grin. as soon as the brothers started moving, divetackled eönwë

-

[from a note attached to a harpoon lodged outside the highest window on the white tower of the isle of seabirds]

elwing - it went better than i expected, honestly. the sons of fëanor took about as much offense to elrond’s plan as everyone else has, except when words didn’t work they resorted to action. they dragged him onto vingilot and i followed them, and then we cast off together. we’ve set sail for as far away from the doors of night as we can get. i’m coming with them, of course, i’m not letting these lunatics crash my baby

i’m not entirely certain when we’ll be back? the fëanorians seem worried the valar might come after us, which wouldn’t surprise me, really. i’m taking us out towards middle-earth, we’ll see where we go after that. they’re all screaming at each other and running across the deck, i’m not convinced they have much of a plan. elrond is yelling too, he’s arguing with either caranthir or curufin, can’t tell which. the one i suspect is maglor has wrapped himself around his neck and refuses to let go. our son is alive and healthy and not in the eternal darkness, and for that, at least, i am grateful

the redhead who’s co-opted the harpoons says we’re coming up on your tower. no one’s done anything to threaten me or elrond, or even looked at the silmaril. there’s something nice about sailing with a crew again, no matter who it is. i love you, and i’ll be back as soon as i can - eärendil

[from a note attached to a harpoon found among the ruins of a house in the tirion stonecarvers’ district]

you were right, nerdanel. you were right about everything, and i was wrong. i’m sorry. the boys and i are going on another adventure right now, but we’ll come back to you someday, i promise

[from the same note, in much neater handwriting]

tell tyelpë i love him, and also that the coordinates are [rest torn off]

-

the first sign of this mess that reaches arda is the morning and evening star disappearing from the sky. gondorian astronomers, haradren scholars, avarin priests all stare flummoxed as the star of high hope simply fails to appear before the sun. no matter how unsuperstitous they are everyone agrees this is a really bad omen, and all across the globe the high halls of power tremble in fear over the new horror this must portend

the first sign of this mess that reaches the shire (except for that one took who’s really into astrology) is when eight-year-old elanor gardner rushes into bag end the next day, all ‘dad! dad! there are elves in the woods!’

sam is pretty chuffed to hear this. the fair folk don’t pass through the shire half as often as they used to, and it’s been some years since he heard their song. if they’re in the neighbourhood, why, it’d only be polite to say hello, wish them luck on their journey, hand them a letter. he packs up a nice tuck-box full of goodies to share, and then sam and elanor (and frodo, who’s going through a following-his-big-sister-around-and-copying-everything-she-does phase) set out to meet the elves

first they hear the shouting. then they see the smoke

at the end of the path his daughter leads him down, sam finds the wreckage of what looks like a crashed boat strewn across the forest, still faintly smouldering. at least a dozen elves are rushing between and up the trees, yelling at each other in the angriest quenya he’s ever heard. in the middle of the impact crater stands a blonde elf carrying a stone that shines like the phial of galadriel, wailing something sam knows just enough sindarin to recognise as ‘MY SHIIIIIIIIIP’

as sam’s gaze pans over the unfolding catastrophe, his eyes land on one of the last elves he’d expected to see, master elrond. elrond is rubbing his temple, groaning like someone who knows he’s the most responsible person around and really wishes he wasn’t. a vaguely familiar sketchy-as-fuck elf is clinging onto his shoulders, in a not-dissimilar way to how frodo-lad is currently riding on sam. elrond catches sam’s gaze

‘greetings, master samwise,’ says the wisest elf-lord of the west, ignoring the scuffle that’s breaking out behind him. ‘i must apologise for my relations’

(fëanor and elanor become fast friends, teaching each other their languages and exploring the shire together. absolutely no one else is okay with this)

-

fëanor, dragging an incredibly-put-upon elrond around the citadel of minas tirith: grandbabies!

fëanor, marvelling over the embroidery arwen is showing him: great-grandbabies!

fëanor, carrying a tiny giggling eldarion all the way up the tower of gondor: great-great-grandbabies!

fëanor, staring fixedly at an increasingly apprehensive aragorn: great-great-great...

celegorm, on dad-watching duty: actually if you lay the maths out it’s very likely every human in middle-earth is descended... from... elros... fuck

fëanor: has gone completely still

fëanor: massive grin spreading across his face, eyes sparkling like the two trees brought back to life

fëanor: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Claiming Ones Own

Cross posted on AO3

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(also I've finally figured out links)

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Chapter 3 - Mealtime Woes

Her daughter spoke! She was just selective who to. Cass could work with this; this was her ball game!! Excitement filled her veins as she carefully hugged the girl. After the bathing drama she didn’t want to traumatise her too much more. Her daughter could talk and chose to speak to her!! To her of all people. If Cass hadn't claimed her as her own already this would have sealed the deal.

The girl jabbed Cass breaking the hug up. She was still pouting but now also looking disgruntled. The hug, and touch, not having the same effect on her as it did Cass. The murmur of “Chocolate” came out her mouth again, still almost silent that you had to be keen to notice. Luckily this was Cass and with all her past, the subtleties would always be noticed. Her daughter would always been seen/heard and listened to in Cass’s world.

Cass nodded to the girl. She did say she could have chocolate for being good. “Chocolate yes, food too” signing along. She hoped that the signing would allow the girl an alternative way to communicate and pick it up. Maybe sign lessons would need to be added to her mental list.

1) bathe daughter

2) dress cuts and bruises

3) feed daughter

4) name daughter

5) put daughter to bed

6) get clothes for daughter

7) investigate daughters' markings

8) investigate sign language lessons (which language to be decided)

Cass held her hand out for her daughter to choose to take. The hand was critically looked at by the girl before giving Cass a sceptical look, but the girl eventually took the pre offered hand. Cass hummed in contentment; her daughter trusted her, well sort of, the trust was growing at least. She was trusted more than those who had or found her. A warm happy feeling flowed through her body.

Leading her to the kitchen Cass went about finding the girl some chocolate. Her daughter kept a sharp eye on Cass’s movements as she went about finding the promised chocolate. The girl's eyes growing wide and filled with emotion as she saw Cass (and Jason’s) chocolate stash and bar being given to her before she slotted a hesitant mask back into place. Again, the girl cautiously inspected the chocolate before devouring it quickly as if it would be taken from her. Cass slightly frowned, what had her poor baby gone through. She would protect her with everything she could now she was in her care.

Cass’s thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Her daughter jumped at the noise, eyes blown and scanning the area for threats and escape routes. Not long after came the noise of Jason swearing under his breath as he crashed out of his room to go take the food setting her daughter on edge more. Cass internally chuckled quietly to herself at her brothers loud blustering behaviour which contrasted completely with how stealthily he could really be but was concerned about how the loud noise set her daughter on edge. The girl had winced at the loud noise like it pained her.

Guiding the girl to the table, Jason came back into the room food in his hands. Dim sum, dumplings, noodles, veg and a soup were quickly decanted onto the table. Jason instantly poured a third of the soup into a smaller bowl and placed it in front of her daughter, evidently having decided that was best for her daughter, before loading his plate up with a bit of everything from the selection. Cass grinned at her found family as she brought drinks to the table and started to join Jason in grabbing food.

“So, what happened in the bathroom?! It’s the remains of a warzone Cass” Jason somehow asked between the mouthfuls he was shovelling in.

Cass frowned at Jason’s table manners. It is NOT good example for her daughter. Tapping the table Cass signed to Jason ‘ Manners!!! Alfred will not approve . He would be horrified. ’ “Manners” ‘ Bath time contained more steps than originally planned and anticipated. You will clean it up as I will be settling in MY daughter’ “Bath messy. You clean.” with a glare.

“ME clean!!! YOU made the fucking mess Cass!!! And I’m a guest here, where are your manners Cass hmmmmm. What would Alfred say about that” Jason blasted back before looking at ‘Cass’s daughter’. Speaking softer than he had been a minute ago “Hey Kiddo, as Cass here has decided she is now your mum that makes me your Uncle Jay. And as Uncle Jay I’m saying ya need to eat some of the soup. It will be good for you and your stomach. It’s safe. Promise”

Cass nodded along with Jason’s sentiments to her daughter. “Safe. Eat now” ‘You can eat it. It's safe. Won’t hurt you. It tastes nice.’

The girl shook her head and pushed the soup way. “Kiddo, it’s good for you. Ya need to eat” Jason tried again. They didn’t know when she has last eaten a proper meal and she could do with gaining some weight. The glare he received back was a good one. Not quite the Demon Spawns or Bats level but it was a good glare.

“Ya claimed a stubborn kid Cass. She’ll fit in perfectly with the rest of the crazies B has claimed as his. Found out her name yet?”

Shaking her head at Jason in response to his question, Cass returned her focus to her daughter. “Eat now. Food time”, the girl’s blue eyes bore into Cass’s before turning to look at Jason's. With slow deliberation, the girl picked up the spoon while her eye contact remained flitting between the pair as she moved her spoon held hand out into the room away from the table. Ensuring she still held their attention she dropped the spoon, sitting back with her arms folded, frown upon her face. Clearly not impressed with the soup/food provided.

That was not what Cass expected and strangely cat like. Surely the girl was hungry. She needed a new tactic. Forcing her to eat wouldn’t work and she already had a battle with the bathroom she didn't need or want another one. Jason would be clearing up that mess even if it meant disappointing Alfred. Though she may escape Alfred’s wrath as he now had a great grandchild; yes, that may win her favour. A quick tilt of her head brought Cass back to task how to get her girl to eat. Chocolate worked in getting her to trust her in the alley. It also worked with getting her clean even if she wasn’t happy with it. Should she use it again for getting her to eat a meal, though she could almost feel Alfred’s chagrin if she did that already.

“OUUUUUUUUCCCCHHHHHH” “Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss”

Jason's shout brought Cass out of her thoughts. Jason was cradling his hand with a look of surprise on his face. While her daughter was now standing holding a chopstick in her hand like a weapon. Quickly figuring out Jason took action to get the girl to eat without thinking and she attacked him back, Cass could only grin with amusement. The newest Cain-Wayne was not to be underestimated. Jason should have known better given he was just as bad when he joined the Wayne clan. They all were a little feral at the start and took time to adapt (did any of them ever actually stop being feral?). Her daughter though was clearly now looking distressed and like she would flee the apartment which caused Cass to leap into action to soothe her child. Recalling how Selina sometimes soothed Cass, Cass took to stroking her stubborn but brave girls' hair and humming. Selina would love her new granddaughter Cass was sure.

“She’s another gremlin! Fuck Cass, Demon Spawn is enough, we didn’t need another one! She has claws. Fuck, I didn’t know what she did with the chop stick but it bloody hurts!”

Cass deadpanned him and pointed “Mean!” before turning to her upset girl. “You chose food?” maybe choice would help.

The girl twisted and tilted her head in silent question. “You choose” ‘Your choice on what you eat’ responded Cass. Her girl suddenly skipped up and grabbed Cass’s hand and led to the kitchen to point at the cupboard which Cass had taken the chocolate out. Cass paused. With a reply “No chocolate, Din Sum or soup now” the girls eyes narrowed and pointed again. Cass let out a big sigh and shook her head. Another stalemate already! Oh Great Alfred’s! She would beat Bruce; she could do this; She would not cave.

Jason joined them in the kitchen just as the girl decided to change tactics. Instead of glaring, she looked up to Cass with her blue eyes wide, shimmering with unshed tears, lips wobbling before whispering “Chocolate”. Cass was at a loss, when angry and put out the girl looked cute and amusing, like an angry fluffed up kitten that needed soothing. This though shot to her heart. Could she resist these puppy dog eyes?

Jason caved first. Almost within seconds of the girl switching from hostility to sadness and launched her sad eyes if Cass was honest. “Hey, hey now kiddo, no tears now. Sorry for forcing you to eat soup. It’s ok ya know. You want chocolate, right?” pausing as the girl nodded. “Chocolate on its own isn’t a meal kiddo, but we can sort something out ya got me.” Jason picked Cass's daughter up to put on the counter before bustling around the kitchen opening and closing cupboards grabbing items as he went. “Fuck, you’re light kid, a right little pixie. I’ve got an idea you’ll like. You get your chocolate, but you will have to eat the rest of it, cos if you don’t, no more chocolate in the future, ya got me!”

Big eyes widened to stare at him, fear flickered through them at the mention of no more chocolate, but again she puts her mask back on quickly. Cass went and sat next to her girl on the counter, side hugging her close. The pair watched in curiosity at what Jason was doing. Cass trusted Jason to help her feed her daughter with something suitable based on his experience, though more chocolate was definitely going to get Alfred's disapproval, meh, she’ll blame Jason, she is bringing Alfred a great grandchild after all.

“You got a name Gremlin Two?” Jason stated as he worked his magic with the ingredients he had collected. The growl he got in the return caused him to chuckle “Ok not Gremlin 2. Pixie then? You’ve caused enough chaos for Cass this evening to be one, plus you’re light enough to fly away like fae do.”

It didn’t get a growl but the shaking over the girl's head Cass knew the girl didn’t like the name. Sadly, without the growl Cass knew Jason would forever rename her that.

“Done! Now let's get back to the table, I’m starved, and my food is getting cold” Jason announced leading the trio back out to the food.

They all resettled down, Cass and “’Pixie’” looked at what Jason had created. Chocolate spread covered apples, bread sticks and rice cakes were on the plate. Small chunks of cheese and some grapes were there too. Not huge amounts but enough to ward off hunger for at least what remained of the night and not cause nausea. Probably more than enough to keep hunger gone for a long while if it was anything like his time on the streets.

“’Pixie’” picked up an apple licked at the chocolate spread. The sounds of joy escaped her as she wiggled in her seat and started wiping the chocolate off to eat more avoiding the apple.

"Remember the deal Pixie, all of it or no more chocolate"

The girl pouted but put the apple in her mouth with a mock glare at Jason. Even eating the apple caused her to hum in apparent happiness.

Cass smiled at Jason. “Thank you” before tucking into the feast they had in front of them. It might not meet Alfred’s approval, but her daughter was eating, though how to get the girl to eat without chocolate may be a challenge. At least she is eating though. That's a future problem to worry about at a later point, main thing was she was eating and clean. Not a very Batman approved approach with all his planning, but this involved a child. Children didn’t follow the plans especially semi feral ones, so a more flexible approach made sense to Cass. Cass was sure Alfred would approve.

Now that they all were eating and with Jason repeatedly calling her daughter Pixie it brought up the name issue. It was next on her mental list of things to do.

1) bathe daughter

2) dress cuts and bruises

3) feed daughter (in progress)

4) name daughter

5) put daughter to bed

6) get clothes for daughter

7) investigate daughters' markings

8) investigate sign language lessons (which language to be decided)

Pixie would not do as a name. Her daughter though not hating it did not like the name, she held the name in distaste based on some of her micro behaviour but not wanting to upset due to the chocolate promise.

Knocking on the table to get the others attention ‘Do you have a name?’ “Your name?” Cass queried looking at her girl. “Yeah, Pixie, do you have another name that you go by?” Jason joined in asking. The girl paused in her eating of her chocolate-based meal and look at the pair. She held a thinking face as if pondering the question, weighing up the responses she could provide. After a few moments she shook her head. A quick look passed between the adults at the table, understanding that behaviour it was clear she did have a name but was unwilling to share it. Whether it was due to distrust of them, or dislike of the name was unclear.

“Do ya want us to give you a new name then Pixie?” Jason tentatively probed. "'Pixie'" pointed at Cass and nodded, she did not trust Jason’s naming skills. Jason huffed and rolled his eyes, “Over to you now Cass”

Cass hummed in response. Thinking back to what the other street kids called her, “Dolly” and “Marionette”. She didn’t come across as a puppet to Cass. Though she seemed to be inclined to follow adults' lead, her daughter held a fire within her, she seemed to gauge the threat around her and chose the best course of action for her survival. That to Cass screamed someone who wasn’t a puppet.

Dolly as a name could closely linked with so many rogues in Gotham so wouldn’t do. Marionette, hmmm, Marinette maybe, Marie... Cass quite liked that, close to what she had been before with the kids so would most likely to respond but not too close to bring up trauma.

‘Do you like Marie?’ “Marie?” she asked her daughter. A sharp contemplative look was her response. She let the girl read her knowing she was searching for something, an answer to an impossible question. Both Cass and Jason observed her trying to figure out what she was looking for unsuccessfully. When she had reached her conclusion, she pointed to herself and whispered “Marie”.

Notes: according to internet search Marie can mean: wished for child, rebellion, mistress/lady of the sea, sea of bitterness/sorrow, which kinda fits I think (except for the current aversion of water)

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An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair. 

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children. 

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction. 

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

“Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call. 

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”

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innocence - 30

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst, panic attack

A/N: all i can say is enjoy it before it goes completely downhill xx

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   - Marry me, Y/N. - she looked at him in disbelief, lips slightly parted as she wondered if she had heard him correctly?

   - What? 

   - I ... hm ... would you consider being my wife at some point in the near future? 

His father had once told him the moment between the proposal and the answer is the longest moment he’d ever go through. Bucky knew long, he knew long times, he was 106 after all but this moment seemed to last three centuries. She stared at him as if she had merely imagined those words. His heart beat against his chest like a drum, as she opened her mouth. She was going to say no. Why would she even say yes? She was so sweet, so beautiful, so full of a  sweet loving innocence which just  made her endearing to anyone and everyone who met her. He is not the type of man that ends up with a girl like her. No, he’s the type of man who she dates as a mistake, the one she dates before she meets the one and Bucky was constantly waiting for the moment she realised he was a monster.

  - Yeah. - she smiled, the type of smile which easily brightened up his day. She moved from her spot in the bed, sitting on top of his lap to wrap her arms around his neck. - Yes, I will marry you. 

  - What?

  - Yes. - she leaned down to kiss him. - I will become your wife at some point in the near future. 

  - So, just to be safe, you are agreeing to marry me? Me? - he was still in shock she had said yes. Those words, that question, it was just came out of his mouth like crazy ramblings spawned out of his desire to have a family with her. He just didn’t expect her to say yes. He didn’t expect her to be sat on top of his lap, smiling at him having said yes. - Doll, I ... Fuck, I don’t have a ring. I can’t believe I just proposed to you without a ring.

   - That’s fine. I love you and you love me. I don’t need a ring. - she cupped his face, kissing the tip of his nose. - Just us. 

   - Just us. - he leaned towards to capture her chapstick covered lips into a soft kiss. - I like that, princess. Just us. 

   - Yeah. - Y/N shyly smiled, leaning against his shoulder. - You make me so happy, Buck. You don’t even know how happy you make me. 

Bucky didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say, what to reply to her so all he did was just look at her, head tucked on the shoulder, the metal shoulder with such confidence and such care. She did not believe he could hurt her and she loved him. There were little moments in his life which had made him want to cry, he had refused to cry many times, but having the woman he loved tell him she loves him, she cares for him, she’ll marry him ... the same woman telling him he makes her happy, not just any woman, the woman he loved ... gosh, it was too much. All he could do was kiss her scalp, hold her close to his naked chest which in any other time it would’ve turned sexual but now, now it was just a candid moment, a moment he wanted to hold close to him for as long as he could leave. He refused to forget the feeling of her hair strands against his shoulder, her warm hand against his chest.

The rest of the holidays were as eventful as it would be. Y/N had decided to only tell her parents about the engagement, keeping her extended family and siblings outside the news merely to keep the event away from the media. She didn’t want it publicised and neither did Bucky. Her parents were overjoyed, with her mother wanting to take photographs of them to put on the family album while her father just gave him the look he would’ve given to his sister’s husband had he been ... well, there. All good things come to an end and that end was very close as the two of them were supposed to fly back to New York for Y/N to attend the New Years’ Eve Vanity Fair gala. 

     - I wished we could stay for longer. - Y/N groaned as she stuffed more clothing into her luggage. - Last thing I need is a gala.  

     - It’ll be okay, princess. - Bucky came up from behind her, resting his chin against her shoulder. - We can return when you have another free time slot.

     - I never have free time. 

     - I’ll steal you away if they overwork you. - he bite her shoulder playfully. - What’s the sad mood really all about? Don’t tell me it’s about missing Colin calling me a 200 year old. 

      - It’s silly. - she shook her head, folding more of her clothing to put with the rest of it. 

     - I know that face. - he turned her so she was facing him. - What is it? Is it your parents? Do you miss your parents?

     - No ... I ... uhm, remember the Halloween party you and I went to?

     - Yeah, what about it?

     - I met some people from the RSC and they said if I ever was in London, I should try and audition for their West End run of Moulin Rouge. I got this e-mail yesterday, auditions are in like an hour and I don’t know ...

     -  Do you wanna do it?

     - No, I mean ... I can’t, my contract says they’ll pick the opportunities for me and it’s London and I’m in New York. Besides, we leave in two hours.

     - They don’t need to know. 

     - Bucky ... - she was about to argue with him but he interrupted her, kissing her sweetly. 

     - Do you wanna do it? - he looked into her eyes. Bucky could always tell when she was lying by looking into her eyes; she would always divert them away from the person standing in front of her, normally to the right, chin tucked into her chest, gaze up. 

     - I ... I do but ...

     - We can make it. Your agency does not need to know and it’s not like it’s a done deal. Princess, if you wanna do it then do it.

     - Buck, it’s not that simple. 

     - It is that simple, doll. I can get you wherever you want without anyone knowing and we’ll still make our flight.

     - Bucky, I’m not gonna get it. - she sat on top of her bed. She didn’t know if she was gonna get it and it wasn’t that she was afraid of failure or rejection, god she knew both too well, all she was afraid of was if they discovered. She was under a tight contract but those words, that invite to her during that party, it just pulled at her conscience. Bucky was much too familiar with her to know exactly what was going through her mind. 

      - I’m not gonna let anyone touch you. - his fingers hooked under her chin, turning her face towards him so he could lean his forehead against hers. - They won’t know.

    -  Bucky, they always know.

    - You don’t get to be called a ghost story if you’re not good at being a ghost, princess. If you don’t want to do it then it’s okay but if you’re not gonna do it because of what your agency thinks ... 

    - You’re sure no one will know?

    - Well if they do, we can always get you plastic surgery. - he lightened up the mood making her look up at him, her chin tucked in her chest as she lightly giggled, rolling her eyes at him. - You’ll be fine, princess. 

She was nervous as the taxi pulled in front of one of the theatres were the auditions were happening. Looking at her watch, exactly an hour before they had to make it to the airport, check in and get to their gates. Maybe this was a mistake, how was she supposed to feel? The agency had given her a shot at a career in the States, everyone wants a career in the States. She should be happy, she should be so happy but how happy could she feel about being back if thinking about stepping into that plane destroyed her heart into a million pieces. Looking to her right, Bucky was smiling at her, always blindly believing her even if she led him directly into the fire, but he was there. He kissed her temple as she left the car and rushed into the theatre before anyone could show. 

She had been to so many auditions before, she had felt her body shake so many times when her name was called out after signing a non disclosure agreement as it was usual for popular shows. This time it was different, this time the light seemed brighter, illuminating each of her features and almost illuminating the sweat starting to form on her forehead. She stood tall, almost like a woman in a panting with hands resting against the beginning of her skirt, one foot in front of the other. 

    - My name is Y/N Y/LN and I’m auditioning for the part of Satine. - her voice even wavered as she struggled to do something she had been so used to doing since she was young. 

    - What will you be performing, Miss Y/L/N?

    - If It is True from My Life with Albertine. - she looked over to the pianist, signalling him to start.

Her heart was beating so fast and she could feel her whole being shaking as she wondered what Miss Olson would do to her if she even suspected she was doing an audition outside of her contract. She ended up missing the first bars, looking down at her feet as she thought back to quit until she saw him sat down in the further back of the theatre. Cap on, almost covering his whole face but she could see his eyes, she could see his blue eyes just like she could see them every morning  when she woke up. 

    - If it is true, you love me. If when at night dreaming you dream of me then I am luckier than the king who rules the sea. - she decided to sing for him instead, blurring everything except for his almost blended figure in the back. Her hands touched the pearls laying against her neck as she cocked her head to the side, small smile on her lips. - And if I die a sudden death for reasons why I do not know. But if I die a sudden death to live forever in paradise, I will not be as happy, in all that time, as I have been with you. If it is true, if it is so, you love me. If it is true, and I have heard you then I am wealthier than a queen with love of you, I am wealthier than a king with love of you.

The bars ended and she returned her gaze to the board of the directorial team which gestured for her to leave and someone else to enter. She left through the backstage, meeting Bucky just at stage door, who wrapped his arms around her, twirling her before kissing her lips and nose.

    - You did so great, princess. It’s almost unfair for the other people auditioning.

    - We need to get going or we’ll miss our flight. - she avoided another one of his kisses, her watch shining brightly with the hour. - C’mon. 

    -  It’s gonna be fine, princess. We’ll make it.

Once again, he was right. How could he not be right? When it came to time management, Bucky seemed to be almost too good at it, almost too good for someone who had so much time. Nevertheless, they were inside the plane again, the time when they had left New York now so behind them as they returned to his birthplace. She leaned against him arm, not caring it was made of metal, it was him and that’s all it mattered to her. Y/N was innocent enough to believe she could do  whatever she wanted while in London, while in the airplane but she knew the moment she stepped foot on American soil she was back to being property of her agency. Back to the parties, the gowns and the constant filming. She loved her job, she really did but things pilled up so easily and she felt locked inside a cage, slowly suffocating. 

She did not want the plane to land, she did not want to be in the present of her situation but it did and during the early hours of the morning both her and Bucky were going down the stairs of the plane and onto the sleeve which lead to the baggage claim area. Bucky immediately went in bodyguard mood despite the fact the airport was very much empty but no him no amount of care was too much and until they got inside the taxi, he cut through people with precise ease, yet held her hand like any boyfriend would. The ride home was silent, neither Bucky or Y/N liked to discuss their matters in front of people they did not trust. The walk up to his apartment was equally silent, with the both of them basking in their own comfort until they reached the door. The two walked in hand and hand before throwing the bags to the side.

    - Home sweet home. - Bucky kissed the side of her forehead. - So, what’s the agenda for tomorrow?

    - Boring. - she groaned, sitting down on his couch. 

    - You get to eat for free, how boring can it be?

    - Those 40s habits sure die hard, don’t they? - she smirked. - I need to get to my apartment at 4PM to get my makeup and hair done, put the dress on ... PR shots and so on. 

    - Your apartment?

    - I know what you’re thinking, Buck. - she tilted her head slightly to the side.

    - I am not thinking anything.

    - Please. - she crossed her arms. - You’re thinking it’s not safe.

    - That’s not what I’m thinking. - he walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. - I’m thinking it’s not safe to have that many people in an unsafe apartment without me around.

    - You’re not gonna be there? - she was taken by surprise. Bucky was always around, even when they weren’t dating. 

    - Ms. Olson said I can’t be there. Might spoil something ... whatever that means ... but I’ll escort you to the venue and stay with you from then onwards.

    - You’re not gonna be far, are you?

    - I thought you knew what I was thinking, doll face. - he leaned his forehead against hers, teasing smile gracing his lips as those words left him. - You think I’d let you be alone with those people far away from me? No, princess, I’ll be around. 

    - Good. 

Y/N did not enjoy the parties she had to attend as a member of her agency. Everything was highly planed, too planed even and so was this day. She entered her old apartment and a swat team of people were already waiting for her, she smiled at them, grabbing the letters which had started to pile up on the floor ever since she left to stay with Bucky, until Ms. Olson grabbed her arm and pulled her into her bedroom where the hairstylist and makeup artist were waiting for her. Her assistant’s hands pushed onto her shoulders to sit her down in the chair. Y/N started to go through her letters, most were Christmas postcards, bills, letters from several companies and none mattered much except for one in a brown envelope. She furrowed her eyebrows at the lack of sender name or even her own name or address in the envelope. As the hairstylist started to style her hair, she opened the envelope, a few photos of her falling on her lap. A breathe got stuck in her throat as she saw her own eyes scratched out with crosses over them. 

   - What is that? - Ms Olson took the photos off her hands. - Why is this still happening? Last thing we need is crazy stalker PR.

   - I .. I don’t know. - she shrugged, not knowing why she felt so guilty. It wasn’t her fault. Right?

   - Right, I’m sending this to Mr. Hawthorne, he has a friend in the government, and you ... you better not get into any trouble tonight, Y/N. Are we clear?

   - Yes, Ms Olson.

   - Good and try to smile a bit more for the photos. 

Her ears filled with a static buzz and although she could see herself in the mirror and her surroundings, she felt she was laying on the floor of a dark room with dead eyes. Motionless, she remained motionless staring at herself in the mirror yet not understanding the image she could see. She wondered if she had fallen too deep into the industry to be rescued and suddenly that black dark room was filling with water and she just let it happen. Y/N just laid on that metaphorical dark ground, floating in the dark water which kept entering her lungs until she couldn’t bring anymore.

   - You’re ready. - she had been so lost in her own mind she did not realise she was fully dressed, hair ready and makeup done. It was pretty subtle, she thought, small black dress falling pretty much looser with tussled hair and skin toned makeup. It was something she’d pick for herself ... maybe the agency did knew her better than she did. 

They did the same thing they always did, some shots some not candid candid moments for social media and the good old fake champagne shot. She never really enjoyed champagne, she found it quite bitter even sour but it was prestigious. She guessed somehow it correlated with how she lived now, or how she was portrayed. She was ushered into the limo to Bucky, her Bucky yet she couldn’t really say anything until it was just her, Bucky and the driver. Once they were at least 10 minutes, it felt like the air she was holding in finally came crashing and she was pushed back into her own reality.

   - Y/N. - Bucky only spoke her name, not touching not do anything. - I am here, you are safe.

   - What? - she looked his way before smiling. She was an actress after all, but he was a former spy assassin. 

   - You are safe. - her features relaxed and she didn’t say a thing, instead marinating in her own thoughts. - I am here, you are safe.

   - I don’t wanna go. - she let it out, her face coming to the realisation of what exactly this meant. She knocked on the partition. - Stop the car.

   - What? - the driver was as confused as Bucky was. 

  - STOP THE CAR! - she yelled out and the car came to an abrupt end. She opened the door and like a mad woman she walked out into the first alley she saw, leaning against the wall with her hand pressed against her chest. Bucky went after her, stopping after he saw her leaning against the brick wall, hand over her mouth. Bucky knew panic attacks when he saw one and this was one of them. 

  - Princess ... - he walked up to her, trying to hold her but she stopped him.

  - I’m not going.

  - Okay, we’re not going. - he took off his gloves, raising his hands in the air. - Look at me princess, it’s me okay. It’s me, just me. Just us. 

   - I can’t do this anymore. 

   - Can you breathe in for me? - Bucky managed to finally hold her once her defences were down. - Count to ten in your head and then breathe out. 

Y/N breathed in, her head going immediately to count sheep, specifically 10 sheep. It was childish and she knew it was childish but she always did that whenever she needed to recover from feeling anxious. She let the air out before repeating again for what felt like a hundred times and things seem to calm down. However, peace and quiet wasn’t in the cards for her.

   - Just what in the heck do you think you’re doing. - Ms. Olson’s high pitched voice made her flinch. - You are not important enough to win the privilege to be late. 

   - Keep it. - Bucky warned, giving her the look no one wanted to receive. A look that was more Winter Soldier than Bucky Barnes.

   - You stay in your lane. - she pointed her pen at him. - Get in the car right now, Y/N. I do not have the time to deal with whatever childish diva tendencies you’re developing.

    - Not now, let her be.

    - Y/N. - she tried to grab Y/N’s arm but Bucky got to her before she did, twisting her wrist with his metal arm before he could even realise what he was doing. He let go of her wrist, but still looked at her as if he was ready to kill her. Instincts die hard. - You are going to regret this, Barnes. And you, Y/N, get in that car now.

   - No. - she meekly perked up.

   - Excuse me?

   - No. - she spoke out a little bit more strongly, forcefully grabbing her purse. - I am not going. 

   - You don’t get to ...

   - Yes, I do. - she interrupted him. - I did not sign a contract which specifically mentioned what events I need to attend, just how many. As such, I am not going and if you try to stop me or try to touch me without my permission ever I will sue you for harassment and I don’t think having an affair with Mr. Hawthorne pays for the legal fees you’d have to pay.

   -  You will sue me? - she almost scoffed at the not so meek actress. 

   - My dad is a barrister and my siblings are all lawyers. I have more knowledge of law and suing than you ever did and ever will. 

   - You wanna call the shots now, tots? - she rolled her eyes before stepping back. - Okay. 

Y/N remained behind suspicious of why it had been so easy to get rid of her but decided not to dwell on it. Bucky too was unsuspicious but was more worried about Y/N. She wrapped her hand against his, kissing his shoulder as the two watched Ms. Olson’s car leave along with her car. Typical. Of course she took her car. 

 - It’ll be fine, right? - she questioned looking up.

 - If everything goes to hell, we’ll move to a private dessert island and start there.

 - Let’s just go home. - she breathed out. - Let’s just forget new year’s eve.

 - It’s a lousy date anyway.

 - Yeah. Why are we celebrating the sun rotating a full turn around Earth? It’s ridiculous. 

Bucky was always happy to spend alone time with her and while part of him wanted to ask what had triggered her panic attack, he let her have her space. The two of them just sat on the couch, his head on her lap as she played with his hair, some old movie he liked to watch back in the 40s. The year went by and a new one began. At the beginning of the year, he wouldn’t have believe he’d end up here, with her, with the woman he loved, engaged. It was almost too good to be truth and sometimes Bucky wondered if he had been knocked unconscious during a mission and this was all his mind giving him what he always wanted. She had fallen asleep, having laid down next to him. 

The morning peeked into his apartment and as per usual he was the first one up, tidying the place up and even putting some flowers up for when she woke up. Y/N loved flowers and so he had made it his mission to ensure she always woke up to new ones. “This is going to make you broke” she would tell him, but he didn’t care. If he had to spend his last days buying fresh roses every morning for the woman he loved then he was going to do it. He leaned against the fridge, drinking his coffee as he did each morning until his phone rang. He clumsily tried to answer it before it could wake up Y/N. Damned IPhone and damned Sam Wilson who made him switch from his razor phone.

    - Barnes. - he answered.

    - Mr. Barnes, it’s Agent Cox. We have an assignment for you.

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Just a Moment to Appreciate the Haunted Trail Ride

Okay, so Halloween has, I think, always been my favorite SSO holiday, particularly with Galloper’s Keep. If I remember correctly, the first year they added the Keep, the Halloween soundtrack has ended up in my “most played/repeated songs” playlists on Spotify at least once. Because I love it, especially the Keep track. I’d just throw that puppy on repeat and have a grand time. Even when it was distinctly not Halloween to, y’know, the general public.

So yeah, that’s great, Halloween music, love it, but anyway, my actual point I wanna mention here is the Haunted Trail Ride.

It’s a neat little experience. I haven’t run it to death between being a full time college student + working part time on top of that, and there’s definitely a little extra jazz to doing it with the newly obtainable Raven pet from the collectibles on the trail ride, and all of those are cool points that make it an enjoyable feature, but what I think really sells me on it is, you guess it, the music.

Clear the air, I’m not a music major. I have very minimal music knowledge - whatever was taught to me in school, and, let’s be real, I didn’t retain a lot of it. But what is so stinkin’ cool about the Haunted Ride music is how it’s adaptive.

You have your base Haunted Trail Ride music that starts up at the beginning and does play through most of the ride, but - it fades in and out and changes dependent upon what encounters you get.

The newest, shiniest example is the Songsorrow’s song, which I really hope to have individually one day because I think it’s one of my new favorites. So, if you don’t know, a Songsorrow can spawn along the first stretch of beach you can access shortly in to the ride. She is accompanied first by a ghost looking out over the water towards the village that you’ll spot first - he mentions how his daughter went missing by the sea one day, and how, before she disappeared, she was always humming a haunting melody.

When you approach the Songsorrow, your usual music fades out to a much more somber, sorrowful tone, and you can just sit there and listen to it for a while if you want. Then, of course, you can interact with the Songsorrow, and there’s a couple added sound effect beats here and your usual change in music indicating something dangerous is happening before you’re spat back out on shore back on your horse, and it’ll play the little sad tune again for you so long as you linger in that little beach area.

Back on the trail, your main theme picks up. If you head left up the path towards the cave where you can find Bob always hanging out for some reason (in the case of a Songsorrow spawn, this is the trail branching left away from the wolves that surround what I think is a male adult figure and a younger girl(?) Hard to tell exactly because they vanish when you get too close), your music will change again into something a bit more mysterious and dark.

And there’s a couple more instances of this throughout the ride. This sort of fade out and in is actually relatively prominent in most of their Halloween event instances. Another time I notice it is during your pumpkin hunts. There’s obviously a full track there (it is available on their Spotify Halloween album, I believe), but it’s generally timed to fade in and out rather well with the stages of your pumpkin hunt. And it’s just another really fun upbeat fun little track for a fun activity.

So, anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk on why SSO Halloween music is some of the coolest in the entire game.

[ds0408]

We meet again

Marinette pov

In the last 2 years a lot has changed. First The liar came. Took all my friends, Then posted me as the bad guy. Those Backstabbers don't know who they were messing with. My real full name is Marinette A'l Ghul. But I go as Marinette Dupain Cheng. I am Nice but not a push over i pretend to be, nor am I clumsy. I can wear heels and fight. Then I befriended Chloe. I know Chloe of all people. Yes but she apologized and said that she knows that the Bitch is lying. We were close friends now. I started wearing my usual black and red.

We are in Gotham right now. Gotham the city of crime. Why you ask. Lila Rossi thought it would be Great to go there and Lie about knowing Batman and dating Damien Wayne, and guess what the mindless idiots believed it. So right know we were in WE for a tour. I was forced to get a trip to WE only for all the credit to go to the lier . and I was wearing:

"So Chloe and I were at the back of the class In the WE tour. We were talking when saw those familiar green toxic eyes. I stopped and Looked at him. I saw realization crossed him and a face full of guilt and sadness took over. One look at that face and the memories came crashing back

~FLASH BACK~

We were in the battle field There were dead bodies littering, Blood and fire all around us. Talila thought I was a traitor and told Damien my beloved to kill me. Yes beloved, We were bethroded at the age of 5. We did choose to do this and we did love each other. Now back to the battle field. I was panting. I had my Katana in my hand. Damien was in front of me Anger and betrayal on his face. I tried to tell him

"Habib, I did not do anything! I would never betray you or the league. You know I am devoted to you and only you!" I pleaded "Please Believe me don't do this"

"SHUT UP!! I know everything you did. You lost my trust!" He yelled and I flinched. I had never hear him shout at me like this, he was always loving and caring with me. He charged at me, and I only defended myself from his attacks but he showed very little hesitation to attack me and he did. He sunk his Katana in my waist through and through.

I gasped and fell down. That is when Talila came and took him with her she gave me look of guilt. Turns out she figured out everything after he harmed me. Broke the promise he made. Then came Sabine and Tom Dupain Cheng. Ex-assassins' of the league. They took me under there wing and cleant me.

~Flash back ends~

I touched the promise wring that I removed from my finger and the wedding wring and chained them up around my neck so nobody could see. Only Chloe knew about my past.

Damien's Pov

My day was going terrible. I am suppose to babysit the French group, with Todd. I was in the elevator talking more like ranting to Todd about Babysitting the French group.

As we left the Elevator I abruptly stopped my rant and saw those Blue-bell eyes. I had loved them. Then I saw her. Her face full of hurt and Betrayal I felt really guilty. I broke the promise I made her. She still looked as pretty as I last saw her. Slowly my eyes drifted to her hands to see if she had the rings. but they weren't there. I felt Hurt an My heart break. I felt Todd shaking me but I shrugged of his hands and took a step forward she didn't move so I walked towards her till I was in front of her. I went to put a hand on her Shoulder but she flinched and took a step back. I felt hurt and broken all over again. It was like the day Mother told me that she got the wrong information. Marinette was only trying to help and I hurt her.

Then she removed something from her neck and gave it to me and walked of with tears about to fall. Her friend went with her. I opened my palm to see that both my promise ring and wedding ring I gave her were there I felt like crying breaking, so I ran to Ivy's garden I heard Todd call for me but I didn't care.

Jason's Pov

I was with Demon spawn going to guide the French class. Demon was ranting to me about Bruce choosing him and stuff like that until he abruptly stopped. I called his name but no response. Then I realized he was looking at someone i saw where he looked and saw a petite young Asian girl she had a look full of Betrayal and hurt then I saw demon's face he looked guilty and hurt.

I saw him looking at her hands to find nothing and i saw his face morph into hurt. I put a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off and went forward towards the Asian girl and went to put his hands on her shoulder but only for her to flinch and step back. I saw his face was full off hurt then she removed some kind of chain and give it to him only to run away with a few tears on her eyes. Her friend went after her too.

Demon opened his hands to see two rings. Then he left. I called out for him "Damien!!"

The only thing in my mind was 'What the fuck just happened!!'

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PART 2: https://ds0408.tumblr.com/post/649618235281539072/we-meet-again-2

PART 3:

https://ds0408.tumblr.com/post/649765174998401024/we-meet-again-3

PART 4: https://ds0408.tumblr.com/post/651512888388976640/we-meet-again-4

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Dilectio

Summary:  When your boyfriend said he wanted to try something new to make things more interesting, you never thought it would lead to this.

Pairing : Angel! Namjoon x Reader x Demon! Jimin

Genre : Fluff, Crack, Smut

Warnings : Threesome, Demon summoning, Overstimulation, Double penetration, Anal Sex, Choking, Unprotected sex (trap that beach before you tap that beach), Mild swearing

WC : 3.7k

Member : Fluff || @fluffy-fluffu​

A/N : Hope you guys like this one, my second attempt at writing smut dfgbjhc; also this fic is the first part of the group prompt “Hell of a Ride”! More to come!! Another side note: this fic borrows some elements from the show “Supernatural”. And now, happy reading!

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You sat there watching your two boyfriends bicker back and forth with a fond smile. It was still hard to believe that you somehow got yourself these two amazing men that you could proudly call yours. 

You took another sip of your coffee, eyes never leaving your boyfriends. “Y/N~~ Tell Namjoon hyung crabs are little spawns of satan whose only purpose is to pinch people and cause chaos!” Jimin exclaimed, leaning over the table between you dramatically. 

“Crabs! Are! Best! Friends! They’re cute little babies!” Namjoon fired back, “Y/N what do you think?”

Choking on your coffee from the sudden attention, you sat up straight and put your cup down. Looking between the two sitting in front of you with wide eyes. They stared at you, eyes wide with anticipation at who you’re gonna side with.

“W-what?” you stuttered out. “You haven’t been listening to us have you?” Namjoon asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. You gave him a sheepish smile, rubbing your neck as you said, “Would you be terribly mad if I said no…?” 

Being the impatient brat he is, Jimin whined, before Namjoon could give you a reply. Wiggling in his seat to grab both your attentions, he started, “Yah pay attention to me too~ Stop looking at each other with those lovey dovey eyes when I’m here too.” Jimin huffed, pouting and crossing his arms.

You laughed as Namjoon grabed Jimin’s face and peppered it with kisses all over, Jimin giggling happily. “Yeah Namjoon~ Give our baby all your attention, why are you talking to me hmm?” You teased, causing Jimin to sit up straight and grabbing your hands. 

“Hey! You’re the baby here! I don’t need all the attention, you deserve it. I was just being a brat, don’t be sad” Jimin rambled, eyes wide with panic at the thought that you might misunderstand his actions. You laughed and freed one of your hands from his hold - much to his protest - and ruffled his hair in endearment. “I’m not sad Jimin-ah, I know you’re a brat.” You said with a wink, not being able to keep the teasing smirk off of your lips.

“You’d think Jimin is an innocent little human with how he acts.” Namjoon stated, watching your interaction. Jimin let go of your hand and leaned towards Namjoon, lips almost brushing against each other, “But you know better don’t you Joonie?~” Jimin spoke in a low voice, almost taunting. You could see Namjoon’s eyes darting back and forth between Jimin’s eyes and lips, contemplating if he should lean forward. 

Making up his mind, Namjoon was about to kiss Jimin when the latter moved away, lips tugging up in an innocent smile. “So, about the crabs, what do you think, Y/N?” Jimin spoke, acting as if nothing was wrong.

You glanced at Namjoon to see his face flushed red as he stared at Jimin and you took a sip of your coffee to hide your ever growing smile. “I don’t know Chimmie, you’re the demon here, you’d know what real spawns of satan would be like. So with that in mind, are crabs really it?” You countered, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. 

Jimin rolled his eyes as he leaned into Namjoon, hands going up to circle around the latters neck. “Waaah, what kind of an answer is that?!” Jimin whined. 

“Pretty sure that’s her way of saying she’s on my side babe.” Namjoon chuckled, looking down at the male practically laying on him. 

While those two went back to bickering about crabs you couldn’t help but think back to your first encounter with Jimin.

You had been dating Namjoon for about two years now and it was going great, amazing even. The way he treated you made you feel like a queen and the sex was amazing. But recently, you two had been discussing about spicing things up in the bedroom. You two had thought maybe introducing toys would suffice but even then something felt missing. 

One day during work, you got a text from Namjoon saying he found something that he’d like to try. You had agreed, thinking it was some sort of a toy, or maybe he wanted to explore a new kink. What you hadn’t thought was that your boyfriend would try to summon a demon, as one does apparently. 

So you could imagine the shock you felt when you stepped inside your shared apartment that night to see Namjoon setting up candles around your living room.

“What… are you doing?” You asked cautiously, eyeing the materials on the ground, some candles and a bowl on top of what seemed to be… was that a pentagram? Your eyes widened as you looked back up at Namjoon, question right on the tip of your tongue when Namjoon said, “I was thinking we could try summoning a demon?”

“You… want to summon a demon to spice up our sex life?”

“Yes.”

“...So you want to have a threesome with a demon?”

“...Yes.”

“Riiiight,” you started, looking at your boyfriend, concerned for his mental state now, “You do realise that’s not real right? Even if it were, you'd have to sell your soul or something to the demon?”

“...Yesss…?” Namjoon replied, now looking a little unsure, “But! Never hurts to try right? We could just give it our first born or something and not our soul.”

A whole minute passed as you stared at Namjoon in silence, trying to figure if he was being serious right now. “Namjoon, I love you, but what the fuck are you on about?!”

“What? What’s wrong with giving away our first born? It’s not like we want kids anyway.” Namjoon replied, his voice dying out at the end when he saw the look you were giving him.

You two stared at each other for a moment yet again, trying to decipher what was going on in the other’s mind. 

You were the first to break eye contact as you raised your hand in surrender and moved to go change in your bedroom, calling over your shoulder at Namjoon, “Do whatever you want but I’m not helping.”

-----

Turns out you were helping cause now you sat on the ground with Namjoon, glaring at him while he was smiling at you cheekily. Lights off and candles lit, illuminating the room around you.

“I’m not giving away my first born Kim.”

“But-”

“Kim Namjoon.”

“...Fine.” 

With that you saw your boyfriend sit up straight and start the ritual. He grabbed your hand and closed his eyes - telling you to close yours too - and started chanting.

“...ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!” exclaimed Namjoon at the end. You cracked one eye open, breath you didn’t realise you were holding and opened your eyes properly.

Leaning back with your hands supporting you while sitting, you looked at Namjoon who had opened his eyes too, examining the area. “Told you demons aren’t real.” 

You could see Namjoon deflate in disappointment, his lips jutting out in a small pout and you stood up, grabbing his hand to pull him up as you did so. You cupped his face and gave him a small kiss, smiling. “How about we clean up here and then we try something else? I heard edging is pretty fun and I’ll let you choke me tonight.” You offered, trying to make your boyfriend feel better.

Before he could reply, however, a foreign voice spoke up from behind you, “Ooo sounds fun, can I join?” You screamed and jumped into Namjoon, whipping around to see who just said that. 

There sat a man on your couch, silver hair shining under the lights that had suddenly turned on in the room, plump pink lips curved into a sinful smirk. Looking closer, you realised his eyes were pitch black, and he had a purple suit on, a matching shirt underneath. The aura around him mysterious yet tempting.

“Who are you?!” You exclaimed, this can’t be real, he can’t be real. Creatures like demons don’t exist! 

“I’m a demon, you can call me whatever you want, some call me Jimin if you’d like.” The demon, Jimin, replied, hungry eyes trailing down your body.

You stepped away from Namjoon, still holding on to his hand before asking Jimin, “Why are you here?”

“You’re the one who summoned me darling, don’t tell me you forgot already? I know I’m good looking but we haven’t even started~” 

Your eye twitched. He was a cocky one, you’d give him that. 

Jimin stood up gracefully from the couch, moving to take his suit off - it shouldn’t have been as arousing to look at as it was to you - and looked you in your eyes, “So what can I do for you princess? Why was I summoned?’ 

Namjoon spoke up this time, moving towards Jimin, “I summoned you, you’re an incubus I presume?” You were shocked at how steady his voice was, but then again he had it all planned, you thought to yourself. 

“Why yes~ Glad to see you did your research.” Jimin answered cheerfully, it was almost hard to believe he was a creature from hell. Almost. For his eyes had a darkness that would make even the toughest man cower. 

“We want to try something new. Would you like to join us for a threesome?” Namjoon asked, voice never wavering, as if he was discussing about the weather and not inviting a damn demon for a casual fuck.

You gaped at Namjoon and it seemed that Jimin was caught off guard too at Namjoon’s boldness. Jimin cleared his throat and smirked at him, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You’re an interesting little angel Kim Namjoon.”

Your eyes widened even more at that - how was that even possible without your eyes popping out? You didn’t know - as Namjoon stiffened. “What are you talking about.” asked Namjoon but it sounded more like a statement with underlying warnings for something you couldn’t figure out.

Jimin gave Namjoon a once over before he smiled, almost tantalizingly. He cocked his head towards you, eyes never leaving Namjoon before saying, “She doesn’t know, does she?~”

You looked at Namjoon in question, what were they talking about? But Namjoon refused to meet your eyes. “Will you join us or not Jimin?” Namjoon demanded in a low voice, almost growling. 

Jimin’s eye crinkled into crescents as his smile grew mischievously , “Of course, that’s why I’m here, am I not?~”

-----

You moaned out loud as Namjoon pushed his cock into you again, the bruising pace making you lose your mind. “J-joonie too much.” You garbled, body overstimulated and pussy aching from both his and Jimin’s previous ministrations.  

They had taken turns fucking you multiple times, making you cum every time. Your body shook in overstimulation and your mind turned foggy. You felt Jimin move behind, his cock sliding into your asshole in one smooth thrust. You moaned again, whimpering at the feeling of being so full.

“You like that baby? You having both of us deep inside you? I can feel Joonie’s dick in you.” Jimin whispered in your ear, hand moving down to play with your throbbing clit.

Whimpering louder, you rested your head against Jimin’s neck, turning to kiss and suck on his neck that would surely leave marks. “Yeah baby, mark me up, let everyone know who I’m with” Jimin hissed.

Your vision blurred, head drowning in euphoria as you came yet again, adding even more slick to the puddle beneath you. You felt like you could pass out right then and there, body exhausted but a particularly hard thrust from Namjoon had you writhing and moaning all over again. 

‘I’m gonna cum babe. Gonna fill you up nice,” Namjoon groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting into you at a faster pace. Jimin moaned and picked his pace up too, both the men now fucking into you in a frantic manner, chasing their high.

You felt Namjoon shudder as his dick throbbed in you before strings of cum shot into you, painting your walls white. Namjoon slowly pulled out, hissing at the sensation as you whimpered, suddenly feeling empty yet so full at the same time. 

Jimmin picked you up once Namjoon moved away and had you kneel, face pushed into the mattress, your ass sticking out. He thrusted harder and faster, one hand moving to choke you lightly. 

You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten again, body filling with the familiar fire that had you feeling like you were about to combust any second.

Jimin thrusted in one last time, pushing as deep as he possibly could before he too came with a loud groan, fingers twitching around your neck, choking you a little tighter.

Jimin cumming inside you and the feeling him choking you had you hurtling down the edge as you came one more time, body feeling as if it was on fire as you gushed out. 

“Fuck baby you squirted all over the place.”  Namjoon groaned, fingers moving to scoop out the leaking cum and shoving it back in again.

Even through your hazy, exhausted mind you felt someone wipe away and clean you as you laid there, barely being able to keep your eyes open. Namjoon settled down beside you, pulling you to his chest. 

You moved your hand back, looking for Jimin, frowning when you didn’t feel him there. You whined as you turned to look for Jimin, only to find him getting ready to leave. 

“Yah Jimin! Stay the night. I want cuddles, don’t even try to run away.” You rambled on, delirious from exhaustion.

Jimin chuckled and looked at Namjoon, an unspoken question in his eyes. Namjoon shrugged and beckoned him forward, wordlessly allowing him to join Namjoon and you on the bed. Jimin smiled and took off his suit, moving to situate himself behind you and moving closer, putting his hands over you and Namjoon, legs tangled together. You sighed happily, cuddling into the two men who stared at you with adoration and endearment in their eyes. 

Before you could fully succumb to sleep however, you heard Jimin say, “What a cute human you have there, hyung.” to which Namjoon replied, “I know.” You made a mental note to ask them how they know each other from before but for now, you finally let sleep take you in its sweet embrace.

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You were brought out of your thoughts to Jimin shaking your shoulder lightly, calling your name. “Y/N! Y/N! Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

You pushed his hand off and gave him a sheepish smile, “What’s wrong Chim?” Namjoon sat forward on his seat, concern clear on his face as he said, “You okay babe? You kinda zoned out on us right then.” 

“Yeah what were you thinking about to be so lost in that little head of yours?” Jimin asked, eyes twinkling with innocence that shouldn’t be fair for a demon to have. Your face flushed, mouth opening and closing, trying to get words out but failing every time. “Spit it out darling, we won’t bite~” Jimin urged, pausing for a second before continuing with a smirk, “Unless you want us too of course.”

You smacked Jimin on his head - much to Jimin’s protest for ruining his hair - and huffed, slumping in your seat and pouting. “I was thinking about the first time we met…”

Jimin visibly brightened up at the mention of that day and Namjoon softly smiled, eyes softening. “What a day, huh? Who knew we’d end up here, together after that?” Namjoon asked, reminiscing about the memories fondly. 

“Yeah and who knew you people planned on giving me your firstborn child.” Jimin started with a giggle, not even trying to hide the teasing undertone in his statement, “Can’t believe Namjoon hyung actually convinced you either, he should know that’s not how I work.”

You couldn’t help but glare at Namjoon at that, still a little resentful about getting tricked by Namjoon. Namjoon cooed at you, softly grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss. Your cheeks heated up at his actions and Namjoon smiled, dimples now prominent on his cheeks. 

“Stop being so cute, I’m trying to be mad at you.” You grumbled, looking to the side to try and hide the blush on your face. Namjoon chuckled, slowly turning your face towards him and pulling you in for a kiss, leaning over the table slightly. Always being weak for your precious boys, you didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, smiling into the kiss and humming your approval. 

You were about to lean into the kiss more when the waitress came back with your food. You jumped back and away from Namjoon, face flushing even brighter. You could hear the two in front of you laughing while you spared a glance at the waitress, only to see her smiling at you too. 

“Young love, you two remind me of when I was younger, ah the memories.” The elderly lady chuckled before looking towards the two boys and pointing at them, “You two better take care of her! She’s delightful, don’t you dare mess it up!” 

Jimin whined, pouting dramatically, “Waah ajumma~ You’ve known us for so long and you still think we’d do anything to ever lose Y/N-ie here?~ I’m hurt.”

Namjoon shook his head at Jimin’s antic before smiling brightly and saying, “Don’t worry ma’am, we don’t plan to mess it up.”

The waitress laughed along with Namjoon, smiling happily and placed the plates of food down. “Good boys.” She praised before she gave you another smile and walked away.

You sat up straight, taking your food without a word, hoping against all hopes that the two don't tease you again. Realistically speaking, you should’ve realised that wishing something such as that is the same as wishing for a miracle, but then again you are dating two mythical creatures. 

Sadly though, life seemed to hate you because you couldn't eat a single bite of your food before Jimin started teasing you about being this shy and getting flustered so easily. You looked at Namjoon, eyes begging for help but he simply chuckled and dug into his own food, clearly enjoying what was going on. You growled in annoyance at him but your face paled right away, eyes snapping towards Jimin.

“Damn babe, why don’t you growl like that in bed too~ You know I’d let you be on top any day.” Jimin spoke up, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively but all that went in your head was the one time your best friend had joked about pubic hairs having the capability of wiggling and you snorted at the thought. If you had food in your mouth, you were sure you’d be choking right then. 

Jimin raised an eyebrow at your reaction, mouth falling open slightly, “Did you just snort at me? How dare you!” He accused, wiping away imaginary tears dramatically. 

You laughed, hands rising to pat Jimin, “I was just thinking about something Johella told me the last time we spoke to each other.” 

This time, Jimin snorted, “I still don’t get what kind of a name is Johella, like what were their parents thinking back then?”

“I heard their dad wanted to name them Ella but their mom already chose Johnny cause she thought they were going to have a son.” Namjoon spoke up. 

“Dude.. how do you even know that?” You asked, a little concerned as to how he knows this when you have barely ever seen those two interact. “Oh, remember that day when they came over and you were in the shower? We chatted for a bit and they told me.” answered Namjoon, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly.

“Anyway! What did they tell you sweetheart?” Jimin spoke up, bringing the attention back to you again. You laughed, thinking back to it before starting, “We were just talking about random things and some things led to others and we ended up discussing about sentient foreskin which returned to its original penis but when they bonded back, the foreskin could still talk.” You saw Jimin open his mouth to say something and you raised your hand to motion him to stay quiet and you continued, “So basically while talking about that, Johella said, as I quote, ‘"Nice to meet ya,” the foreskin grins and wiggles his pubic eyebrows.’ and it has been a kind of inside joke for us since then.”

By the time you finished your story, both Namjoon and Jimin were looking at you with wide eyes and eyebrows raised up to their forehead, mild horror clear on their faces. 

“I.. have so many questions but I’m afraid to ask,” Namjoon mumbled, still staring at you. “Well, I’m not. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE DISCUSSING, Y/N?” Jimin exclaimed from beside him.

You laughed even harder at their reaction, stomach in pain and barely able to breath at that point, “Y-you’re the ones who asked!”

“Well I didn’t realise you were such a weirdo!” Jimin replied, “Okay, that’s a lie, you’re my weirdo but why would you ever bring something that up during an anniversary dinner?! This is not what I wanted to talk about during our one year celebration.” Jimin continued, voice rising in pitch, whining a little by the end of his rant.

You laughed even harder, almost falling off of your seat, tears rolling down your cheeks. Jimin turned towards Namjoon and wiggled his eyebrow at him, “Does this bother you as much as it bothers me now?”

“Yes. Stop.” Namjoon replied, moving away from Jimin. Jimin smirked and started flailing his arms around, making sure to not accidentally hit something and wiggling his eyebrows even more, “Good. Suffer with me babe.”

You sat there, tears rolling down your face, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard and stomach in pain from all laughter and you watched the loves of your life mess around. Happiness swelled in your heart and your eyes watered a little more, this time from the sheer adoration you felt towards your two boys and you smiled even more. You realised how truly happy you were, heart thumping loud in your chest as your gaze never left the boys. Namjoon made eye contact with you in the midst of messing around with Jimin and gave you his brilliant smile that could light up a whole room, making your heart beat faster. 

You had your two boys that looked after you and always kept you happy, and you wouldn’t change this for anything in the world. 

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Daminette - The Goddess of Deception vs the Goddess of Creation Pt. 1

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Marinette, goddess of deception, at least, that’s what everyone thought. In reality, she was the goddess of creation, but all the other gods and goddesses had handed over the title to another goddess. Lila was her name, and she was the actual goddess of deception, not that anyone except for Marinette knew. Even the queens and kings of Olympus Tikki, Plagg, Wayzz, etc. were starting to believe Lila. How did Lila manage to do this? Well, it all happened a year ago.

(A Year Ago)

Marinette was heading out to meet her friends. Once she arrived, she heard a loud, obnoxious voice claiming to be the Goddess of Creation. She looked around and saw a girl with sausage hair, talking to the rest of her friends. Supposedly, she found out she was the goddess a couple of months ago, and she and the god of the sun, Adrien were to be married in six years. While the dates were correct, her claims most certainly were not. Marinette then came up and questioned, “How could you possibly be the goddess of creation?”

Yeah, tactlessness was not her forte. Sausage hair burst into tears, exclaiming, “Of course you would question me! I expect nothing less from the goddess of deception.” Marinette couldn’t believe what she just heard, she tried to stammer out an answer, but after sausage hair’s response, everyone swiftly turned to glare at her.

“That’s so not cool, have you been lying to us the whole time, Marinette,” Alya yelled, “And just because you are the goddess of deception, that doesn’t mean you have to have it out for poor Lila.” Oh, so Lila was her name, it should be Liar, not Lila. Everyone continued shouting similar things to Marinette, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lila looking at her smugly.

Lila then loudly laughed and said, “Well, I should tell more about what it’s like being the goddess of creation, ” and she then dragged everyone along, leaving Marinette shaking with blinding rage. She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked around to see Adrien looking at her. He had a disappointed look in his eyes.

“Marinette, why would you do that? If you leave Lila alone, she will get some more friends and will eventually admit that she isn’t the goddess of creation. Just play along.” It made Marinette even angrier was he implying that she should leave her future in the hands of a LIAR!

Marinette gave him a cold glare, “ I don’t care what you think, Mr. Agreste. You think Lila’s well being is more important over my own. She is stealing my title and future, and it will end up harming everyone, including me.” She saw him opening his mouth to most likely retort, but before he could, she turned on her heal and said, “Have a good rest of your day Mr. Agreste.” After seeing Adrien’s true colors, Marinette swore that if she ever got out of this mess and be identified as the true goddess of creation, she would do everything in her power so that she wouldn’t marry Adrien. For he is a fool, the god of the sun is.

~Present~

Marinette sighed, reminiscing in the consequences that day. Who knew that her friends had so little faith in her?! The only good thing that came out of the whole ordeal was that she ended up dodging a bullet in having to marry Adrien. But, she realized that if she does come out as the true goddess of creation, she would have to marry him. Fortunately, it would be a bit harder for her to do because Adrien had kissed Lila, which resulted in the breaking of the bond between Marinette and Adrien. It came with a price of immense pain, but the bond, still broken.

Either way, she would end up losing something if she left or stayed, and did she want to out her true identity to a group of people who believed a stranger over her? No, she didn’t. So, she made the hard decision to disappear, well the semi-hard decision. She would miss her parents, the god of baked goods and family, and the goddess of the harvest. She would miss Luka, the god of music, Juleka the goddess of insecurities, Kagami the goddess of war, and surprisingly Chloe, the goddess of subjection, whom she got closer to over the year of isolation that Marinette faced from her old friends. Nonetheless, she would be sad about leaving them, but she needed this. She got in contact with her Grandma, goddess of traveling, and she then left for the mortal world, saying goodbye to Olympus, if only for a couple of years.

(Time Skip of 4 years)

It has been four years since Marinette left Olympus, and she was so happy. She was able to explore so many different places in the mortal world with her grandma. But, unfortunately, her grandma was needed back in Olympus a year ago, so she had been traveling by herself ever since. She was currently in Los Angeles, California. It was crowded with many mortals and was very noisy, but it was incredibly beautiful and a new experience for her. She was walking around the city when she saw a doorway. She looked around and saw that none of the mortals could see it, meaning it belonged to Olympus. She looked back at it and saw a dark figure leaning against the alleyway leading to the doorway. When he saw her, he pushed off the wall and walked to her. He stepped in front of her and smirked, “Little goddess, what are you doing all alone? And why are you looking at one of the gateways to the Underworld?”

Wait, Los Angeles was one of the gateways to the Underworld?! (Yes, I did get this idea from Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief) But, if that’s the gateway to the Underworld, then it meant that this figure in front of her was Damian, the god of the Underworld! “Yes, I am,” Oh, crap, she said that out loud. “Little Goddess, you didn’t answer my question. Why are you here and not on Olympus?”

It took a minute for the question to register into her brain before she promptly explained how Lila claimed the title of the goddess of creation, how she was the real goddess of creation. How she got completely isolated because Lila said that she was the goddess of deception. Marinette ranted about how her life had been five years ago, and how Marinette had had enough, deciding to leave Olympus for the mortal world. The whole time, she could see Damian’s face growing darker, and he looked like he would try as hard as he could to commit a murderer to a goddess, which confused her. Why did he care she just met him? By the end of her tirade, Marinette was panting for air, before she realized that he might no believe her like her old friends. So she timidly asked, “Do you believe me?”

Damian was snapped out of his murderer planning and quickly reassured her, “Of course, I believe you! I can feel the aura of creation surrounding you while you can most likely feel the aura of destruction and death around me.” She understood what he meant about the auras. She was also relieved that she had finally found someone who believed her.

Damian watched her closely before asking her a question that changed everything, “Would you like to go to the Underworld with me?” Marinette looked startled for a second before carefully thinking about her answer. It would be a great experience staying in the Underworld. And Damian had been so kind to her so far, on top of all that he believed her. No one believed her, especially not a stranger. She looked him straight in the eye before giving him her answer, “Yes.”

Damian leads her through the doorway, and after a series of confusing twists and turns, they finally reached the Underworld. Most would find it dark and spooky, but for Marinette, she was in awe of how all the shadows mixed to make a type of beauty that was found only in a place like the Underworld. Damian was watching her closely and smiled softly at the look of sheer awe displayed on her face.

Before he could say anything, a loud voice yelled from somewhere, “Well, if it isn’t Demon spawn, and look, he brought a goddess!” They turned around and, Marinette saw a god, as she assumed, with black hair with a shock of white along with blue-green eyes. His sentence was followed by a crash and dogs barking, and finally, three more gods barreled in from a doorway. Two of them squealed in delight, while the other one yelled, “Is that a real, goddess?” (I did just casually quote Frozen in the middle of my one-shot)

From there, it was chaos, all the boys were asking questions, trying to know her, but all of the questions were flying overhead, none of them understandable. Having enough, Damian whistled, halting everything to a stop. “Tt, enough you useless, morons! What’s going to happen now is that you are going to shut the hell up, let me explain how I met her, and then you will ask Father and Pennyworth to come here so that I may introduce each of you to her. UNDERSTAND!” They all muttered agreements and then waited for Damian to explain how they met. Damian then went on to explain how they met and exactly what Marinette told him about her past. By the end, all the boys looked like they wanted to tease him or get more info on Marinette. They decided to choose the former.

“Oooh, the demon’s in love. The brat found a girl on the street,” the boy that was in the room from when they first arrived exclaimed.

“Tt Todd, go get Father and Pennyworth so I can introduce you,” Damian yelled harshly. The other boy raised his hands as if to surrender and ran out of the room. After some awkward silence, he came back with two gods trailing after him.

“Damian, what is this,” the younger of the men asked.

“Father, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, she is the goddess of creation, but the goddess of deception claimed her title, and everyone thinks that Marinette is the goddess of deception,” he went on to explain everything he already explained to the other gods. Once he finished explaining, he introduced everyone. “Marinette, I would like to introduce you to my Father, Bruce Wayne. These are my adopted brothers, Jason Todd, Tim or Timothy Drake, Dick or Richard Grayson. My best friend Jon or Jonathan Kent, and my butler Alfred Pennyworth. Father is the god of darkness and adoption, Todd the god of weapons and witchcraft, Grayson the god of death, Drake the god of judgment, Alfred the god of emotions, and finally, Kent, the god of happiness. If you couldn’t tell, he’s visiting.”

Marinette smiled widely at all of them, “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Ahhh, blinded, we’ve been by the pure sunshine that you are,” Jason yelled, covering his eyes. Marinette’s mood automatically soured, “Please, don’t compare me to the sun. You would be comparing me to the god of the sun who is an asshole and a coward.” They all raised an eyebrow

at her response but didn’t further question it.

“Go be idiots somewhere else, heathens,” Damian screamed, pulling out a katana with the intent to impale them. All of his brothers and his friend ran out of the room, screaming bloody murderer, while his Father and Alfred calmly walked out.

Damian turned back to Marinette, “Would you like to stay for a little bit?” Damian asked. “Would you like to stay forever?” someone shrieked along with a thump. (If you couldn’t already tell, I am obsessed with Disney movies. This was a Mulan reference.)

Marinette smiled gently and replied, “I think I would like that.” Loud whoops, were heard after her response, which caused Damian to groan in exasperation.

(Time Skip, it is about the time of the “Lila’s” and Adrien’s wedding)

Marinette has been staying in the Underworld with Damian and his family, and she has been enjoying it. They were all very kind and supportive of her. They helped her, and she found common interests with each of them. But, out of all of them, she connected with Damian the most. He was the one that brought her here, and he was the one who always had her interests in mind. He made sure to check in on her every day, making sure that she was satisfied with her day and didn’t want to leave the Underworld. Marinette wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she loved how much he doted on her. It was a nice change for her. But, she finally realized the actual reason when it smacked her in the face, literally.

She was walking down one of the long windy halls that she would most likely end up getting lost in, but her being the stubborn person that she was, refused to ask for help. She then smacked right into a shirtless Damian. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her and looked at her, “Are you alright, Marinette?”

But she couldn’t answer. The only thing she was capable of doing at the moment was staring at Damian’s toned chest. It was smooth and had a beautiful shine to it underneath the lights. He had huge biceps, broad shoulders, and a very clear eight-pack. He had just finished exercising, so he was sweating, which made him look even hotter,“…Marinette, MARINETTE!”

“Huh,” she mumbled out. Damian gave her a curious look, “What were you looking at?”

She looked up at him, “You hot, I -I mean, you look nice, n-n-no, uhh your a chest look amazing, w-wait no, ” she then started mumbling to herself, so that Damian couldn’t understand her and hid her face in her hands.

He gently took her hands and rested them on his chest while putting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer, “So, you think I’m hot. Am I hot enough for you to do this?” He started leaning forward slowly so that she could pull away anytime. Yet, she didn’t. She instead tilted her head up and brought her lips closer to his, fluttering her eyes shut. Their lips met in a moment of passion. Her lips were warm and sweet, almost like strawberries, and they molded against his lips. Damian gripped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss, evolving it from chaste to intimate. It felt like a dream, her hands around his neck, his in her hair, and around her waist. Her finding the feeling of being loved. She pulled away and put her hands back on his chest. She looked into his amazing emerald eyes and his swollen lips while panting in sync with him. He pulled her close again and asked her after giving her a peck on the lips, “ Be my girlfriend?” “Yeah,” she replied, and they went back to kissing, this time making out. They heard the cries of joy at her response, it looks like they had some incompetent fools to murderer later, but for now, it was just them.

That had been a couple of months ago, and they were happy together. While things were going great in the Underworld, things were falling apart in Olympus and the mortal realm. Because Marinette, the real goddess of creation, was in the Underworld, plants stopped growing, and many other things that the goddess of creation controls, was, in the process, of destruction. In Olympus, the Kings and Queens were trying to figure out the cause of the lack of life in the mortal realm. And so they went to Lila. Lila claimed that someone was stealing her powers. The kings and queens were skeptical, but since everyone else believed her, they figured that it must be the truth. And so, everyone on Olympus was ordered to find the thief. And the wedding of creation and sun was to commence.

Back in the Underworld, Damian and Marinette were making plans to expose Lila, but one thing was still troubling Marinette, “Dami?”

“Yes, little goddess.”

“If I do go through with the plan, I would have to marry Adrien. I don’t want to marry him!”

Damian hummed thoughtfully, “That does seem like a problem. What do you suggest?”

She blushed underneath his loving gaze, “Would you be willing to marry me?” Damian looked stunned, opening and closing his mouth, looking like a fish. After several failed attempts to speak, he manages a nod with a hint of red splayed across his cheeks. Marinette squealed and tackled him to the ground.

Dick came inside, pretending that he wasn’t listening to their conversation the whole time, “Well, congratulations, make sure to use protection, we don’t need little demons running around the place.” Marinette blushed and swiftly tucked her face into the crook of Damian’s shoulder. If looks could kill, Dick would be dead three times over with the glare Damian was giving him at the moment. Dick seeing his reaction, quickly left the room in an attempt to avoid being stabbed by Damian.

Marinette cuddled into Damian. Damian looked at her tenderly and spoke, “When do you want the wedding to be? And before you answer, I want to tell you something. If we get married, we would be together legally, but you won’t be the Queen of the Underworld automatically. To do that, you need to eat these six pomegranate seeds, but don’t do it for me, I don’t want to ruin your life, okay?” She looked at him and nodded, “Good.”

They held the wedding the next day. It was a beautiful ceremony, but none of Damian’s family could believe it. Who would have thought that the goddess that he met in an alleyway in Los Angeles would be with him forever? None of them expected it. By the end, both Marinette and Damian were happy that they were together. But, they still had one more obstacle to face, the wedding of the goddess of creation and the god of the sun.

To be continued…

[audreyimagines]

hear me out-

dream smp characters with a god friend.

as a god, Reader doesn’t fully understand what it’s like to be human. they go around, having fun and just doing whatever they want. tommy’s sad because he and tubbo only have a life each? boom suddenly Reader gives them back their three lives and a shit ton of totems :D

i like to imagine wilbur’s about to blow up l’manburg and reader shows up like “i’ve been thinking about that thing you said, fighting with words? so because of that i’ve decided to turn of TNT! now go fight with your words! thanks for teaching me Wilbur :D”

when a pet dies on the server Reader always spawns in the same animal and is confused when people cry about it “not being the same”. like, it’s the same species, size, weight and even has a name tag!

when people call Technoblade the blood god they’re so confused like “but i know the blood god! their name is Sangre (blood in spanish) and we had tea yesterday...I KNOW, let’s have them battle it out for the title :D”

quackity is torturing dream and reader thinks it’s a fun human game, and when quackity asks dream about the revive book reader is like “why are you acting like it’s some rare book? i have thousands of copies of that old thing, my parent read it to me when i was like a century old! here you go :D”

you can make this into headcannons if you’d like or just read it as something to (hopefully) make you laugh :D

clueless god

pairing - like half the smp x gn!reader

notes - THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY THIS IS MY FAV REQUEST YOUVE SENT i hope it’s okay i used your scenarios and expanded on them :) <3

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totem trouble (c!tommy n c!tubbo)

“this sucks,” tommy mumbled

you glanced over at him

“what’s wrong?”

“everyone’s going out and hunting and me and tubbo can’t because we only have one life left.”

you pondered over this for a few minutes. one life? why?

suddenly a great idea came to you

“tommy!” he turned at your words

“yeah?”

“wait okay take me to tubbo.”

he was confused, but he did as told

“why’d you need us?” tubbo asked. the boys stared at you.

“okay be patient.” you focused all your godly energy and suddenly

“I HAVE TOTEMS!” tommy shrieked. his pockets were full of them, and tubbo glanced down to see the same on in his pockets

they stared at you, grins on their face

“i think that’ll work! i gave you all three lives back, but that’s a little iffy so i also gave you totems just in case,” you explained happily.

“you are the BEST!” tubbo beamed

use your words! (c!wilbur)

“why are you here?” wilburs words weren’t filled with anger, but genuine confusion

no one was supposed to find him here, let alone you

not to mention his hand was HOVERING over the button

this shit was time sensitive

“i’ve been thinking about what you said, when i evaporated quackity’s house the second i was upset with him,” you said thoughtfully. wilbur remembered, he told you to use your words to fight instead of actions

“so, i’ve turned off tnt! so you can go fight with your words too!” you beamed at the boy, and he gaped at you. no fucking way.

he spun and clicked the button, waiting

nothing.

“wilbur?” your voice came from behind and he turned again, fully in shock

“you can go argue now!”

dead pet (c!quackity)

you never understood the fascination with pets

animals were beautiful creatures of course, but why would you choose to lock them up? wouldn’t you want them free outside

either way, quackity had a wolf he got from techno and when he raided the egg, it died

you knew because you’d spotted him crying, and quickly teleported over to see what was the matter

“are you okay quackity?”

“GAH!” he jumped away from your touch

“jesus fuck man...the teleportation thing...” he caught his breath

“yeah i just...my wolf died.”

you frowned to see him so upset, before you thought of a solution

“here!”

instantly in front of you guys a wolf appeared. quackity glanced at you, confused

“that’s not my wolf though.”

“yes it is!” you insisted. “she has the same dna down to a code. an exact clone.”

quackity shook his head, more worked up

“that’s not the wolf i BONDED with though.”

you furrowed your eyes

“she’s exactly the same. i can even give you a name tags if you want.”

“you don’t get it,” quackity mumbled, pushing himself off the bench. you watched him go before turning to the dog

“sorry girl,” you pet the dog before it ran off into the forrest

blood god (c!techno)

you were having tea with phil when techno rushed into the house quickly, boots off and blood dripping down his arm

you glanced between him and phil, concerned

“is everything okay?” you asked politely. phil smiled back at you.

“just some blood for the blood god,” he joked.

you looked more confused

“but i know the blood god! their name is sangre! we had supper the other day!”

techno looked over at you as he patched the cut on his arm

“everyone down here on earth refers to me as the blood god,” he explained

you beamed

“oh how wonderful! maybe you two should duel for the real title!”

phil and techno paled

the torture game! (c!quackity and c!dream)

“please!” dream begged. you stood by the side, watching quackity advance on him with his axe

“quackity?” you piped in

he turned to you

“i know you do the torture game because it’s fun,” you started. dream let out a sob at your words

“but is there any other reason?”

quackity flashed a grimace

“dream needs to give me the information for the revival book.”

your eyebrows raised

“why, but i have thousands of those at home! if you want one, i can give you a hundred!”

quackity grip loosened on the sword

“WHAT.”

[witchersjaskier]

aNOTHER FUCKING ONE

inspired by an anonymous ask for @im-weak-my-love-and-i-am-wanting about jaskier meeting other witchers. i had to.

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Okay, alright. Jaskier is absolutely fine and not close to crying at all. He’s fine. His heart is whole and not broken at all and he doesn't feel like he wasted 22 years of his life on a man who apparently fucking hates him.

Great.

Strangely, anger is more prominent than sadness but Jaskier knows that it’s a matter of time before he starts crying himself to sleep.

For now, he walks and composes utterly rude songs that are just catchy enough to have everyone singing them, about moronic Witchers and brick-for-brains men who can appreciate nothing. His greatest achievement is a song about a man who somehow lives with a rare condition of having rock for brains.

All in all, Jaskier is angry and a mere mention of Geralt is enough to have him fuming and cursing and, on one occasion, hacking a tree with his new sword. Great.

Then, because Destiny is a bitch, he walks into a tavern only to see a fucking Witcher there. Not Geralt, not even from the School of the Wolf, but Jaskier spent 22 years with Geralt and he knows how to recognize a Witcher.

Jaskier takes one good look at the man and promptly turns around and walks well into the night, looking for the next village.

After that, it's like Fate or Destiny or whatever decided to take a piss on Jaskier’s life.

22 years of travelling with Geralt and he saw not a one other Witcher but now it seems like they’re popping around like daisies.

Taking a bath in the lake? A Witcher. Singing in a tavern? Talks about a Witcher. Buying a dagger? A Witcher looking at swords next to him. 

Finally, he has enough.

“Are you fucking stalking me?!” he demands of a poor Witcher with facial scars and a nasty smirk that's standing just behind him.

The man, apparently surprised, rears back and frowns. “That’s a bit self-absorbed.”

It just makes Jaskier angrier and his fangs drop until he’s almost hissing. “I saw one fucking Witcher in 22 damn years but now all I see are fucking Witchers! Are you like, spawning somewhere now or what?!”

The Witcher shakes his head. “Nope, sorry to disappoint. Maybe we just smelled Geralt’s onion stench and decided to go the other way,” he snorts and Jaskier lights up.

“Fucjking onion,” he mutters. “Fucking Geralt of fucking Rivia.”

“A right bastard, that one,” the man agrees. “Lambert.”

Jaskier eyes him, suspicious. “Aren't you his brother, good sir?” he asks, noticing the wolf medallion.

Lambert laughs sharply. “Aye, we are, and who better to offend than your sibling?”

“Fair enough,” he agrees. “Want to get drunk and complain about Geralt?”

“Oh bardling, we’ll be the best of friends,” Lambert almost purrs.

They part a week later with Jaskier still partly drunk and in a good mood so when he stumbles unto the next Witcher, Coen, he laughs and offers to compose the man a song in exchange of some good stories.

Somehow along the way, 7 months pass and Jaskier doesn’t hear about the White Wolf at all. Yet, in those 7 months, he gains his fair amount of Witcher friends, more than he ever thought he'd have.

Jaskier still greets them with, “Another fucking one,” but it’s more joking than serious.

He stays with Vesemir for the longest. The old Witcher is a decent conversationist and he has stories even Geralt could only dream about. Besides, there’s something almost fatherly in the man, and some part of Jaskier enjoys being reminded that he’s not the oldest one around.

“Winter is coming,” Vesemir states one day, as they’re riding North.

Jaskier snorts. The cold doesn’t bother him at all, actually the colder it is the warmer he feels, but winter is hard in other ways. Food and money are scarce, and people less welcoming, it always is that way.

“That’s why we’re headed for Kaer Morhen,” the old man continues giving Jaskier a pause.

“You want me there?” he asks in disbelief. 22 years with Geralt and the man never offered.

“The boys like you. And a dragon inside a keep in the mountain is something that’s integral to you, hm?”

Jaskier snorts but doesn’t deny it and they’re in the keep soon enough. There’s a lot of work to be done but Jaskier enjoys it. The more animal part of him really really likes old keeps and castles.

The other Witchers start arriving soon and they’re all strangely happy to see him.

“Eyyyy, look it’s the bardling!” Lambert announces with a laugh and they cheer. Jaskier snorts but launches into a raunchy tune about fucking in a tavern and the keep is loud and happy and bright for once.

2 weeks later, Jaskier is in an argument with Lambert about who stabbed more men as a warning, when the keep opens again and he sees familiar silver hair. Jaskier’s breathing catches, his heart starts racing and suddenly, he’s just as hurt and angry as he was almost 2 years ago.

“Another fucking one,” Eskel announces suddenly, and the others start laughing.

And well, now Jaskier feels better because he isn’t alone on a mountain. He has his Witcher friends and a Witcher almost-lover who has some grovelling and begging to do.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “Take Me to Your Leader.”

I hope you guys are all having a great week, and I hope you enjoy the read.

Captain Kell sat in his room's boots up on the small desk space as he watched the news report filtering in from over the feed.

“Early this morning the chairwoman of the UN has announced a state of emergency and launched a formal investigation into the attempted assassination of the GA’s Admiral Vir. This all comes in response to the announcement by UN president late last night  that they were unable to identify connections to any internal terrorist organizations after a woman was caught attempting to assassinate the Admiral during one of his speeches two months ago. The failed assassination was thanks to 25 year old marine Angle Ramirez who dove in front of the bullet for his commanding officer, and is now (as his family claims) fully healed and back to work. Since the incident, GA and UNSC leaders alike have encouraged Admiral Vir to stay away from earth as much as possible and remain on his ship until further notice.  At a request from one of our journalists yesterday morning, he agreed to a statement from his ship the Omen.”

There was a flickering on the screen as a face appeared  on the news feed. It was, somewhat from a distance, and the lens seems grainy from radiation interference, but the man seen was tall and blond and had one green eye though he was wearing an eyepatch. Captain kell thought he looked a little more lean than the admiral, but it was hard to tell with all the distortion.

When the man began to speak there was something missing in the voice as well, but it would hardly be noticeable.

There was a knock at his door and he quickly threw his feet down from the desk walking over to throw the door open and step outside into the hall. Angelo was waiting for him there and without saying a word the two of them walked down the long hallway and to the planning room.

Mace was still discussing with some of the other men and women there., and Geea and Beatrice were still loitering at the back.

Captain Kell couldn’t keep the distaste from his thoughts as he looked at the two of them. There was a prime example of toxic love if he had ever seen it. The two were clearly partnered or, at the very least, dating, but he had never seen two people who enjoyed pissing each other off as much as they did. WIth them there was plenty of jealousy and mistrust to go around. And as for Geea’s views on Drev religion, well they were backwards to say the least.

He had seem the same sort of fanaticism in certain shamed drev generals after the war, radical, and suicidal almost in nature.

She had no real idea what the meaning of the new law was.

As soon as he walked in the two women turned to look up at him, their arms crossed over their chests. Beatrice was playing with some big ass knives like that was likely to impress anyone, but really all he saw was some crazy asshole whose parents probably didn’t give her enough attention when she was a kid.

He sad down at the table.

Geea leaned forward expectantly.

“Setting course/”

He turned his head to look up at her, “Yes, setting course to whatever cesspit of corruption spawned you.”

Geea pulled back, “Excuse me, but we hired you for a job, not for insults.” One of her hands reached for the weapons on her belt, but Noble stepped forward spear at the ready. He was a good foot taller than she was, and he knew for a fact he was probably a better warrior. He had a natural talent for it.

He leaned back in his seat, “You hired me for a job and now expect me to fling my dead corpse at the Omen like my ship is going to be able to handle that.” he shook his head, “You hired me which means we are going to do this MY way, which means we are going to do it quiet, and we are going to do it proper. That means NONE of this comes back on me. If we show up at the omen right now and bust down their doors, we are going to get atomized by two platoons of marines and an entire clan of Drev. LEts not also forget that the Admiral Isn’t exactly going to be easy to just kill.” Captain Kell waved a hand wildly, “He has a fucking Drev SAINT on his crew, that is hardly something I think I want to deal with.” he shook his head, “No no, this is going to take me a lot longer to plan, and it is going to require a lot more material that I don’t already have.”

Geea bristled in impatience and indignation.

“I am not going to throw my life away for this mission, and if you want to push that, than I will throw you out of the airlock faster than you can say, “please captain, please I was just being a whiny little bitch.” The room was silent around Geaa’s seething, but he paid her no mind. She didn’t exactly scare him.

She was a minor player in the black market at best, and the way she moved told him she was no great shakes as a warrior either. Probably used to fighting humans so developed a habit of using brute force to overcome them with her height. As for Beatrice, he had a feeling that she made up for skill mostly in unpredictability and sheer fury.

Anyone can look scary if they scream real loud and flail their knives at you.

The way their crew behaved was enough to tell him as  much. No one on the ship really respected them, and Geea ruled mostly out of ear, her men were not as loyal to her as she thought they might be, and he had a feeling that, for the right price, he could buy them off if he wanted.

He rested his palms flat against the table before him, “You understand if I am going to do this I am going to need all the right equipment. You want the man gone but I want it to look like some freak disappearance The last thing my crew needs is the long arm of the GA down on our heads.” he shook his head, “No we need to do this strategically, and we need to do this quietly, and we are going to start by getting the tech we need to pull this off without being seen.”

He turned to look at the two of them, “I am assuming that you two know where I can get those sorts of things…. Under the radar.”

Geea crossed her arms over her chest, “And YOU don’t. You are a pirate after all.”

“Yeah, I generally tend to STEAL from other people and sell it to middle men. I don’t generally tend to buy any of the goods.”

Geea  stood, waiting for a long moment before finally uncurling her hands in annoyance, “Fine, Fine, but we make this quick.”

He nodded his head once and motioned her to continue on following her up and to the bridge where he watched her set a course.

He tried to make it look like he wasn’t watching her, but in the back of his mind he was quickly memorizing the coordinates that he saw appearing on screen. Granted he did have a bot installed that should copy it for him, but you can never trust technology to do exactly what you expect it to do.

When she was done, he moved forward and slid into the Captain’s chair, familiar with the machine as he prepared it for a warp sequence.

Despite him being very familiar with this ship, more than one time he found himself accidentally reaching for controls that weren’t there. He cursed his muscle memory, though he forced the ship into doing what he wanted, alerting the crew to the imminent warp before he could accidentally kill one of them by sheer freak accident.

Geea watched him from behind.

He knew she didn’t much like him.

That was fine by him. She wasn’t exactly the kind of person that he would want to be liked by.

They came out of warp a few moments later with a hard lurch through the internal dampeners were doing their job to avoid smearing him across the front windscreen like window pizza.

She walked up to stand beside him and rested her hand of the chair, the gesture reminded him of someone else, and it felt wrong to have her do it, though he tried not to show his discomfort.

“Just beyond that asteroid.”

Captain Kell raised an eyebrow. This was all very interesting. Here he was thinking they would end up back on Noctopolis, for he had been sure that that was the hub of all pirate activity in the universe, but he guessed not. As they came around another asteroid, his eyes fell on a large chunk of rock that must have been over ten miles wide in his shi[s estimation, and from here he could already see the hive of docking ports and extending protrusions built into the rock.

He blinked in awe at the glittering blue lights and the hive of activity surrounding the massive asteroid.

Ships flew in and out through open docking bays landing here and there on extending arms. Good were moved by silent crane arms through space as add ons were constantly being made by men in space suits scurrying over the rock. The palace was…. Amazing at the same time it was an absolute disaster of engineering. You would never see something like tat made by the GA or UNSC, but from here he could see plenty of influence from all parties.

As they flew closer, they were absolutely dwarfed by the massive rock, and it’s protruding arms. All around him he saw human building techniques, and Tesraki logos stamped on almost everything as they moved forward. Massive viewing screens were all around them doing advertisements on things would would never have seen on a location run by UNSC or GA interference.

The one to his right was some sort of bootleg pill for weightloss, while, on the other side, someone was advertising some kind of flamethrower. The screen above that was giving the specs for the newest design in railgun technology.

His eyes were wide as he stared at all of it, and his heart began to race fast inside his chest.

Now THIS was awesome.

Being a space pirate sure did have its perks.

Over the radio feed static rolled in and out as the broadcasts from the different advertisements tried to pick up his frequency.

But one voice came in clear and crisp above all others, “Unknown aircraft. Identify yourself.”

“This is the Infinity requesting docking.”

There was a momentary pause over the other end of the line, as their ship was likely scanned before, “Docking permission granted, please proceed to hanger E docking space 6.”

He did as ordered, flying his ship down to the entrance of the docking bay, where he was ordered to slow, and then a large mechanical hand grabbed them around the hull and pulled them further into the asteroid.

They were dragged inside a ways, though he could definitely have flown in himself, and eventually sat down on E6. 

There was a sharp jolt as they made connection with the airlock, and he stood rom his spot, turning and walking past Geea and towards the cargo bay where his men were waiting. He looked at them each in turn, making slow eye contact with them.

“You know what to do?”

There was a nod as they recognized the true words behind his eye contact, and they quickly moved into pairs of two discussing which piece of “equipment” they were looking for.  It likely wouldn’t take them long, but he didn’t expect that part of their mission to take that long anyway.

Following after them, he was accompanied by Geea, Beatrice and Noble as they walked out into the tube and finally, into the absolutely massive atrium of the hidden Pirate city.

He had to stop, he just couldn’t help it, it was like nothing he had ever seen before, and his mind just couldn’t wrap itself around the massive room full of people and billboards and holograms. There were railed transports on the floor, and there were vendors selling strange food at every turn. It might have been any normal metropolitan area if it weren’t for the sort of advertisements for weapons, and strange illegal creams.

There was one place that was advertising body modifications….. With a ten percent discount if you got the limb removed with them as well.

On another wall someone was advertising a new mechanical eye. The technology hadn’t been released to the public yet, but the features…. Well the features were amazing. He found himself dragged in and rendered mostly stunned. They had him hooked by the first demonstration.

He wanted a cool new mechanical eye.

But Geea grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him, “Aren’t we supposed to be doing something.”

Angrily he frowned and held up a hand turning on her with his eyes narrowed.

He prodded her in the chest in a show of dominance towards her. Letting her know that he wasn’t afraid of being insulted or intimidated by someone  like her. To him she was nothing.

“Look, I’m not stupid. I know that this genius little assasination attempt wasn’t your idea, so right here and right now, you better take me to the asshole who set you up for this is you can color me gone. I don’t work through third parties.” He prodded her in the chest again with one finer, “I don’t trust them.”

The Drev stared down at him with absolute rage and consternation.

“Don’t touch me.” She hissed.

He prodded her again, “Just try and stop me.”

She reached for his hand, but he caught her by the wrist and twisted it. He knew the way Drev joints worked, so he knew exactly what NOT to do. She howled in pain and Beatrice moved forward to help, but a spear to her throat by Noble was enough to stop her in her tracks.

“Show me your boss, or your girlfriend becomes a kabob, your choice.”

There was a sharp growl and finally Geea agreed, taking her hand back with some measure of pain and annoyance, “Fine, fine…. Follow me.”

She stalked away grumpily and Noble kept an eye on beatrice as the were led further into the station.

The captain kept his head turning this way and that distracted by the bright and colorful ads, advertising things that he wanted, and some things that he didn’t.

To his surprise, more than once he saw advertisements for Iron eye Knockoffs. He would have dared get a procedure done on this back alley asteroid, but it was still quite shocking. This air of shock continued along with him as he was led down through the darkness and into the tight passages and tunnels of the Asteroid.

Eventually Geea stopped in front of a door and knocked once.

The camera above the door whirred and looked down at them. Geea waved to it and with a hiss it finally opened.

They were led into a small waiting room with pristine little couches as if he was expecting to see a doctor at any moment, but after a few minutes of sitting another door opened and they were allowed through into the next room.

Geea told him to stay put as she was led behind yet another door.

Not to be left Behind, Beatrice followed after, giving him the opportunity to slip over to the door and quickly deploy a small circular camera which used technology unknown to him to see through the door. 

It streamed directly into his fake eye as he closed the real one, and glanced around the room.

He could hear voices, and enhanced the sound of his implants.

“Did you get the assassin.”

“Yes, but there have been some, hiccups.”

“What might that be?”

“He is insisting on meeting his employers.”

The voice seemed almost bored with the idiot pirates, “Then let him meet someone, he doesn’t have to know. Jerah over there will do just fine.”

He turned his fake eye towards the source of the voice falling on some sort of hologram. He quickly looked up just as Geea was turning back towards the door.

He managed to make it up to the person’s face, a Rundi, how str-

Then he froze in shock and disbelief.

Geea reached towards the door, and it was only with a swift movement he was able to pull his camera away in time an leap from the door as she stepped from the room.

He tried to keep the horror and shock on his face in check as he was led into the room to meet his “employer.”

He didn’t care though.

He knew the truth.

There was plenty of evidence on that camera. Evidence that the chairwoman of the GA had ordered his assassination.