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Hellfire and Ectoblasts

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Title: Hellfire and Ectoblasts Fandom: Danny Phantom x Lucifer Summary:  The devil works hard, but Vladimir Masters works harder. When Vladimir Master dabbles in dealing favors to others to get his way - much easier than constantly possessing everyone - Lucifer Morningstar has a few choice words for the business tycoon. Rating: T for cursing (multiple uses of the F word, mentions of drug abuse) Final Word Count: 5005 Ft. Uncle/Redeemed Vlad AU

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Los Angeles is new territory, despite all the places Vladimir Masters has traveled. He has drunk martinis in the sands of Bahamas, made deals in Cancun, and has a passport larger than most politicians. He has even traveled further into the Ghost Zone than most of the fully ghosts there.

Yet the city of angels has always eluded him, or rather he eluded it. It never quite appealed to him, with the oddities and gaudy casinos. It felt almost beneath him and it has, honestly,  never been on his priority list - at least, not until now.

Business is business and Vlad Masters will always go where business is; even if it is in a city like Los Angeles. Even if it is with an admittedly annoying sixteen year old teenager for a long extended amount of time.

Honestly, what was he thinking when he wanted Daniel as a son? He should have gone after Jasmine, he begrudges. At least she knew when to be quiet.

“Are we there yet?”

Vlad feels his eyebrow twitch, a vein throbbing in his neck. Daniel Fenton has the nerve to look at him with large innocent, doe eyes as if that is not the hundredth time he has asked that question in the past hour.

His somewhat nephew had jumped on the chance to go to LA with him; he would have been more suspicious of Daniel’s intention if not for the fact that the space shuttle endeavor will be within one quick bus ride from their hotel. As challenging, and even powerful, as Daniel can be - he is very much an open book that has been quite easy to read.

Danny opens his mouth, as if to ask that infuriating question again, but is stopped short by a small ecto blast. The ectoplasm effectively sticks against his mouth and despite the way he claws it, it refuses to budge. He settles for crossing his arms in a huff with a narrow glare. He idly considers it for a moment before a middle finger raises in contempt.

“Curse at me all you want, Daniel, but I refuse to listen to that infernal question the entire trip.”

Danny’s body language makes it clear that he is mocking him. Vlad waits until his fit is over before removing the ecto blast. Danny, huffing about being cut-off, leans back into the seat of the private jet. When he glances out the window, catching glimpses of clouds, he can not help but think wistfully how much better it would be to be flying Airline Danny. Jets, private or otherwise, are too confining now that he knows what it feels like to touch clouds.

He bets that the skies of Los Angeles is beautiful up close. He absently wonders if he gets far away enough to the nearby desert if he will be able to get a good view of the stars. The Orion constellation, not to mention a few planets like Venus and even Saturn, should be more visible here than it would be in Amity Park. He wonders if he flies high enough if he can get a good picture with a smartphone.

“Why are you going to LA anyway? Don’t you have enough money that you don’t need to be blowing it at casinos? Or is that the whole point?”

He barely even spares Vlad a glance through the corner of his eyes, arms crossed lazily against his chest as his cheek presses against the cool glass of the window. While being with Vlad is not the worst thing in the world - at least not anymore - he can not help but wish he would’ve been able to bring Sam and Tucker along. He imagines that they would be thrilled to go somewhere that’s not the Nasty Burger. At the very least, they would be better conversationalists.

Well, I guess it’s at least fun to mess with him, Danny thinks wistfully, a more devious smile on his face. If anything, it is a great way to pass the time. Messing with Vlad has always been a treasure, but now with little repercussions, at least nothing that compares to the way he used to threaten to kill his dad, it is like the entire world is his oyster.

“You can never have enough money, young badger.”

Danny coughs something into his elbow that sounds suspiciously like ‘ eat the rich’.  His eyes watch Vlad carefully with feign innocence, as if he never said anything at all. His elbow hides the large shit-eating grin threatening to break on his face.

Vlad makes a point to ignore the comment, continuing easily, “Since our - my -”

He struggles to find the right word, fumbling a bit with a strained look on his face. Mentions of the past have always been hard to bring up when he is, honestly, doing his best to move forward from it. He feels strained at the mere mention of how he behaved beforehand, somewhat even embarrassed by the things he tried to pull. He cannot be thankful enough that the Fentons, including even Daniel, have even given him this second chance. The young badger’s trust is not an easy thing to earn.

“ Your redemption arc,” Danny offers somewhat helpfully.

While not fond of the term, Vlad has to admit that he cannot think of a better phrase.

“-Yes.”  

He accepts the term Danny offers with clenched teeth, “-and as such, possession has become quite unfavorable . I have taken up doing business the old-fashioned way.”

Danny turns to face him. His innocently blinking eyes do not fool anyone with the gleam of mischief shining brightly in them.

“-Legal suits and proper paperwork?”

Vlad snaps at him suddenly, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he regrets taking off the ecto-gag.

“Oh will you - stop that?”

The outburst sends Danny reeling  into a laughing fit, clenching his sides tightly.

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Danny’s smartass comments cost him; though, in his opinion, it was absolutely worth it. To his dismay, Vlad drags him along through the city of angels instead of leaving him at the hotel. He claimed he needed to meet a new potential business partner. He gave an entire speech of how it would be good for him to learn how the business world works, but Danny can only recall maybe the first few sentences of said speech. Vlad even went as far as stuffing Danny into the most uncomfortable expensive clothes that he could find. Honestly, couldn’t the man at least get comfy expensive clothes? Gucci makes sweat suits. He makes a mental note to send some links to Gucci sweat suits to Vlad later.

Comfy or not, he still would have preferred to have just headed straight to the space shuttle endeavor. At least then, he would be in ghost form most of the time anyway. It would have been a ten - maybe fifteen - minute flight himself from their hotel room; he even promised Vlad that he would stay invisible the whole time and not touch anything he was not supposed to. A promise that was hard to give since oh man did he want to touch the shuttle just to say he touched something that was in space. He even begged his uncle. Slipped in a few mentions of how his mom would be so happy if he was able to go and get pictures.

He almost got him too, but alas, his efforts were in vain. Instead, he is stuck in a limo. It is not a bad thing in and of itself, but even a luxurious car feels suffocating when you want to be somewhere else.

He eyes the protesters lining up on certain streets. Sam would have loved it here. He keeps track of all of the ‘trendy’ vegan cafes he spots along the way for future reference; he even spots a few goth-centric stores. He snaps a few pictures, sending them over their group chat. He follows them up with pictures of pictures of every BBQ stand he finds for Tucker’s sake.

Sam: Still with the ex-villain?

Danny snorts, scooting away from Vlad as much as he could before snapping a picture of his unsuspecting ex-arch nemesis. Vlad visibly sighs, the exhaustion showing on his face as he does not even bother to look at Danny anymore.

Tucker: Someone looks like he’s having a great time

Danny: He’s with me, of course he’s having a  great time. I’m a joy to be around. An absolute blast.

Tucker: Isn’t every party you’ve gone to nowadays a bit - dead?

Danny audibly groans at the bad attempt at puns, sending a quick message of how puns are his thing; it’s his whole shtick.  But like all group chats do, the conversation grows dead pretty fast.

He is already growing bored again after having sent all the memes he could find ( and how dare they not laugh react at them) . He settles for rolling the window up and down obsessively, occasionally even sticking his head through it. When that adrenaline rush is short-lived, he ends up leaning against the door while obnoxiously clicking the window button repeatedly until Vlad is forced to ask the limo driver to put on the child lock. He considers the idea of just phasing his head through the window, but as weird as LA is, he thinks even that would be a stretch.

He could just phase away entirely. After all, the limo is not ghost proof. Vlad even got rid of most of his more outrageous contraptions and traps so he knows that the seat will not suddenly grow restraints if he tries to get up from it. He wonders if the oddity shop that they passed is still open? He did promise everyone souvenirs and the weirder the better (as is the whole point with souvenirs).

But he also promised his mom that he would get along.

Besides, Vlad said he would pay for lunch when they are done and they passed the most delicious looking burger place.

After what feels like forever, watching all the places he wants to go but can’t right now like a sad puppy begging for the window to be let down, the limo finally pulls up in front of a nightclub. LUX. Danny raises a brow. He may not be the smartest out of his family, but dead languages are his specialty. He glances to Vlad, wondering if he should be more concerned about his pseudo-uncle doing business here. Any nightclub named after light that looks this shady can not be good.

He is also pretty sure that he just saw a drug deal around the corner and some of the people in line already look under the influence of something .

“Am I even allowed here,” Danny questions, pausing a moment to count on his fingers, as they exit the limo. “I’m only like - sixteen? I am a literal child. ”

Vlad continues walking as if he does not hear Danny’s voice grating on behind him. Somehow, the teenager has a voice that seems to stick out like a sore thumb against the boom of the music coming out from the club’s doors.

“You are not a child, Daniel,” Vlad finally acknowledges.

“Uh the law would disagree, sir,” Danny waves a finger after him, “I am a minor.”

The sun is already starting to set, which means the club is steadily filling up; a majority of people are still out in long lines outside of the club’s door. He glances at them briefly, if in a bit of curiosity at the club wear. He blushes wildly at some of the more out-there club wear and focuses quickly on the fact that Vlad is steadily getting ahead of him.

“We are not here for drinking, Daniel,” Vlad’s voice comes out a bit exasperated as he fixes his tie. He eyes the people in line with a bit of disdain, but otherwise ignores them.

Vlad continues on past the lines, not acknowledging the way that some of them call after him. He keeps his hands in his pockets as he gets closer to the crowd; Danny realizes that it likely has something to do with the high possibility of getting pick-pocketed. After all, Vlad does not exactly blend in, but neither does Danny in the suit that Vlad forced him in.

Danny is close in tow as they head straight for the bouncer at the door.

If Vlad was not so used to the way that Maddie could ( has and absolutely will) beat him, he would have been more surprised at the woman at the club’s door. The choice being a bit abnormal in the job. Her intimidating presence is enough to make most of the more pushy people at the front second-guess themselves. A few of the people who dare to test the boundary of the velvet rope quickly change their mind as she just glances at them. Danny’s first thought is how much Sam would like the bouncer. The entire leather outfit is just something that feels like she would like, compared with how tough the woman seems to be. If the woman didn’t scare him so much, he would have tried to take a picture.

His second thought, however, is how off she feels. The closer he gets to her, the more his core vibrates deeply in his chest. As if it is trying to transform and get him out of there, like an animal’s instincts to a predator. Run. RUN. RUN. He digs his heels into the ground and refuses to listen to his gut. He refuses to let his gut determine what he thinks about someone, or how he acts on them. He learned the hard way to control that impulse.

Besides, she does not seem that dangerous - he thinks? He glances to the knives strapped to her thigh and the mean look in her eyes. Mostly. But his ghost sense has never gone off. That means that possession is off the table - so is her being a ghost. But he has never felt his core vibrate this way, in such a paralyzing instinctual fear. The only thing that comes close is when he faced Pariah.

Danny is sure that Vlad notices it too, he is way too smart not to. Vlad’s expressionless face does not give a single thing away, staring straight on even as the woman looks him over closely, a sneer on her face. Something about the way she bares her teeth feels more like a threat, as if she is prepared to rip your throat out herself at any given moment. The worst part is that it feels like that is something she is very much capable of doing. She gets startlingly close to Vlad’s face, sniffing him. He refuses to flinch and let this woman know how much she intimidates him.

He seems to pass whatever test she was giving him. Finally she just snorts, taking the card that he offers her. Danny only catches a glimpse of the red and  gold lining against black with some sort of name written on it. He barely sees the flash of some sort of horned symbol on the edge. Just who is Vlad doing business with anyway?

Whatever the card is, it works. She backs off, crossing her arms against her chest as she moves out of the way of the door to let them through. The glare she gives some of the people at the front of the line scares them out of even thinking about shoving their way in through the open door.

Danny sticks close to Vlad’s side this time, feeling the urge to get as far away as he can from the woman. He is not sure if she will stop him. He would love to get out of this situation with Vlad, but he would hate that it meant staying anywhere near the woman. The wild beating of his core is getting worse and it feels like he can’t breath.

He is unsure if he can handle being around her much longer with his core acting up like this. He feels like he is this close to a heart attack.

“You smell weird, but whatever. He’s inside.”

He smells weird, Danny wonders how she can smell anything especially when all he can smell is all the people around them not wearing deodorant. He tries his best to brush it off as some sort of intimidating tactic. But when Danny passes by the woman, she leans forward, visibly sniffing him as well.

“Sorry it’s my - uh - aftershave,” Danny’s panicked lie confuses even him as he just waves at the woman as he enters the club, finally taking a deep breath in as the door shuts behind him.

Still thoroughly weirded out by whatever that was, something that does not improve when he’s suddenly surrounded by drunks and loud blaring music, he sticks abnormally close to Vlad. The people surrounding them are too drunk to notice when he phases through the elbows that are just too close to him or the shoulders that almost bump into him. Vlad looks back at him briefly, a ghost of a smile on his face, before he turns attention to the crowd.

“Whatcha looking for? The bar? Drugs? A confessional?” Danny asks as they finally reach a section that gives them some elbow room. He brushes off imaginary dirt, and not so imaginary something , off of his shoulders.

“My business partner,” Vlad answers curtly, eyes still scanning the crowd. He knows what he’s looking for, despite not having met the man before.

When Lucifer Morningstar reached out to him, insisting that they meet in person to discuss business, Vlad almost brushed him off. However, a combination of the man’s obsession with the devil and the fact that Lucifer Morningstar’s very identity doesn’t go back any further than a few years intrigued him. How does a man who legally has only been around for a few years get so ahead in the business world? More importantly, who is he really?

“What does he look like, maybe I can help.” Danny offers, looking over the crowd as if he would suddenly be able to who they are looking for.

“It is our first business meeting, I’m afraid, but if he looks anything like his photos, you can’t miss him.”

That gets Danny’s attention. He swerves suddenly on Vlad, jutting his hands out to form a T, his fingers press against his palm, “Whoa, time out! You brought me to a business meeting with someone you never met before? How do you even know the guy’s like, I don’t know, a ghost hunter?”

“You're a paranoid teenager, young badger.” Vlad’s voice is dry with a lack of amusement, “I’ll have you know that I reach all my partners quite well. Lucifer Morningstar is nothing more than a lunatic, however he is quite popular with our mutual partners.”

“ Lucifer,” Danny harshly whispers, his voice only half-way kidding, “Don’t tell me you actually made a deal with the devil?”

Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise him if Vlad did - if such a thing is really possible - but it would put a strain on their now alliance. Vlad’s about to retort, likely something along the lines of you’re being ridiculous Daniel, but he gets cut off prematurely by another voice.

“Well not yet, but let’s see if that changes today, shall we?”

A particularly British voice gets their attention as a man in a well fitted suit, looking vastly more comfortable in it than Danny is, struts their way. Despite looking like every other business man he’s seen, the man doesn’t feel like the usual stuffy suit type. He feels dangerously charismatic, with an easy smile on his face and a magnetic pull that makes it difficult to turn their attention away from him. He has a few beautiful women, and at least one man, at his side. He whispers something that Danny wishes he didn’t hear, to each of them before they regretfully leave his side.

“You must be Vladimir Masters.” The tone of voice is not a compliment, coming off more mocking, “Look at you, a bit older than I expected, but ultimately age is never an issue. Provided you’re at least an adult.”

The sultry look that the apparent Lucifer Morningstar has as he looks Vlad up and down appreciatively reminds Danny too much of how Vlad used to look at his mom. He starts to feel sick to his stomach, gagging exaggeratingly in the background as he tries his best to ignore the way his core has returned to vibrating, thumping hard against his chest.

Whatever the woman at the door was, Lucifer Morningstar must be at least the same thing - or something close to it - to make his core react the same way. He should be more concerned over it, but he glances toward Vlad. He looks stony as ever, the only sign of discomfort being a vein beginning to throb on his neck. Ah, so he does notice.  

He doesn’t seem surprised either.  Danny wonders if this is some sort of test again, to see what he will do and how he will react. Especially in front of an unknown factor. Shit. Danny curses when he realizes that’s why Vlad brought him along in the first place and then curses again - more directed at Vlad himself this time - for Vlad being as cryptic and vague as Clockwork.

 I just wanted to see the endeavor, Danny bemoans as the man ushers Vlad (and by extension, Danny) to a clear booth. Taking Vlad’s lead, Danny acts more confident this time around, trying his best to act like every inch of his being isn’t screaming to run.

“Drinks,” Lucifer offers, seeming comfortable in the booth with his arms stretched out wide against the edge of the seat across from Danny and Vlad. While Vlad accepts the offer, ordering a simple old fashion, Danny speaks up with a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have a coke on the rocks,” Danny orders, showing a lot of teeth in his grin as he gives finger guns, of all things. After a pause, he adds on, “Not shaken nor stirred, please.”

Vlad’s exasperated sigh is barely audible as he breathes out through his nose. At the very least, he should be glad that Danny is acting normal - as awkward and tiring as normal is.

“I must admit Mr. Morningstar, I was a bit surprised to receive your invitation,” Vlad speaks easily. He politely sips at his drink, but otherwise leaves it untouched, more focused on the conversation. He tries to not let his eye twitch when he hears Danny suck up his coke through a straw.

Lucifer looks at Danny in amusement, seemingly unoffended by the teenager’s manners (a small blessing). Unlike Vlad, Lucifer doesn’t shy away from his own drink, downing it easily. He orders a few more at one of the ladies passing by, followed by flirtatious compliments that make her giggle and once again, makes Danny wish that he couldn’t hear what was being said.

“Well how could I not invite a man such as yourself, Vladimir,” Lucifer’s voice is exaggerated, almost strained, “Or is it Vlad? Vladdy?”

Vlad does twitch at that and Lucifer grins, “Vladdy it is. Better than douchebag, I suppose.”

Danny snorts at the sudden word, laughing hard enough that he barely stops the coke from pouring out of his nose. He takes in a deep breath, wiping at his face with a cocktail napkin as his nose burns from the soda.

“I prefer to use the term fruit loop,” Danny speaks up helpfully.

Lucifer seems delighted at this information, his eyes lighting up in glee as Vlad visibly sinks into the seat.

“ Fruit loop,” Lucifer repeats gleefully, “Lacks a bit in curse words for my liking but fruit loop it is!”

“You can always say fucking fruit loop,” Danny offers as if he is still being helpful, the grin on his face more genuine, “Or fruit by the fucking loop?”

Lucifer’s laugh is infectious, his eyes gleaming as Danny joins him in laughter at Vlad’s expense. For a moment, the two continue back and forth before Vlad is forced to intervene; the vein is his neck is more noticeably throbbing at this point.

“Mr. Morningstar,” Vlad cuts in, his voice stern, “What exactly was the point of the invitation, if I may? I hope it wasn’t to just call me outrageous names.”

Lucifer nonchalantly waves off Vlad’s growing ire, “Oh no, I invited you over for much more than just that. Favors, you will find, are my  specialty. One could say it’s my whole business. I grant favors and I do not take kindly to others who sneak up on my business and steal it away.”

There’s a flash of something in Lucifer’s eyes. Something dangerous. As brief as it is, it’s enough to make Danny’s core hum against his chest, his hand grips his knee tightly. His eyes flicker to Vlad and as much as the older man is trying to hide it, Danny can tell that he’s just as suddenly bothered by whatever that was.

“It’s the point of the matter, you know,” Lucifer continues, “Steal my business, shame on me, steal my shtick, shame on you.”

He downs another glass and grabs something off a platter as someone passes by. It looks suspiciously like a joint. He lights it up without a second thought; Danny tries his best to act like he doesn’t know what it is as Vlad eyes him through the corner of his eyes.

“Word is that you, Vladimir Masters, have been sneaking around granting favors to a chosen few. I don’t know how you grant said favors, I don’t particularly care. But I do wish you would stop.”

The dangerous aura that’s thick in the air is heavy, but the realization that Vlad has still been up to shady business is heavier. Danny slumps into the seat, leaning forward with a heavy sigh.

“So you have been up to shady shit,” Danny mumbles under his breath as he absently stirs the straw in what has to be his third glass of coke.

“If you don’t stop,” Lucifer continues, “I’m afraid I’ll have to make you stop. If Mazikeen does not get to you first.”

He gestures his thumb toward the woman that was outside the door; she hovers nearby as if she knows exactly what they’re talking about. The grin on her face is malicious, bordering on feral as she twirls a knife across her knuckles without breaking eye contact. That woman is intimidating, Danny swallows thickly, but grins wildly at Lucifer.

“Oh he’ll stop,” Danny reassures the man before Vlad can even get a word in. There’s an edge to his words; a very clear message underlying his words. “Otherwise I’ll make him stop myself.”

A flash of ectoplasmic green swirls across his eyes. Vlad, not quite intimidated by a sixteen year old still going through puberty, simply mumbles under his breath, oh stop with the ‘scary’ eyes, Daniel, honestly. Lucifer catches the moment, eying them both with interest as he relaxes into the chair. He makes a motion with his hand and suddenly the woman - Mazikeen - isn’t there anymore; Danny isn’t sure where she went, if he should be worried about it, or if it was a sign of good faith.

“ You are a very interesting child,” Lucifer says, “At first I thought you two may have been one of mine, but that’s not really the case is it?”

Danny isn’t sure what one of mine really means; he doesn’t really want to know either. The way Lucifer says it feels off, as if he’s not concerned by it or that they would have been in worse trouble if they had in fact been one of his (whatever that means). Vlad recovers fast, eying Lucifer with narrowed eyes.

“Just what is it that you’re inferring, Mr. Morningstar?”

“Why, that you’re not human, of course!”

He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, a large grin stretched on his face as he finishes off the suspicious joint, making a point to blow the smoke away from them. It may have been a trick of the light, or even just a magic trick, but Danny swears that the smoke formed some sort of devilish face. Complete with the horns and all.

Danny’s grin falters as he watches Lucifer closely.

F-uck-ing typical. At this rate, he will never get to see the endeavor or any other of California’s space museums. Why can’t he have just one normal road trip for once? No circus ringleader, no reality altering devices, no ghosts, and no ghost hunters. He just wants to get a selfie with a space shuttle, order as much hotel food as he can off of Vlad’s card, and then crash. Maybe even go to the Griffith Observatory. Fly to the Hollywood sign. Sneak into a Disney park and take a selfie on top of Cinderella’s castle. Just a normal trip (with a few added advantages to being a half-ghost boy). Now, he has to instead worry about some devil-obsessed (but definitely weird and maybe not human at all) club owner finding out his secret.

This is exactly what Danny told Vlad; meeting someone you don’t know is just a risk. At the very least, Lucifer doesn’t look like a ghost hunter. He definitely doesn’t fit the M.O. of a Guys In White agent. There could be other agencies out there though, other people who want to hunt them down. Who knows, maybe whatever this guy really is likes to eat ghosts or hunt them for sport. This is exactly what he was concerned about. Now, his secret, and Vlad’s secret too he supposes, could be blown all because Vlad had to go make a shady business deal.

Danny turns to Vlad, not even bothering to whisper as his voice cuts through the loud music.

“I told you so.”

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jatp fanworks appreciation - day 3 (wips)

wip wednesday - I didn’t think I wanted to join in on this day for my own stuff considering I’ve never posted anything original for this fandom, but I think this might just be the little boost I need from myself to actually finish the wips that I have sitting around. I am peer pressuring myself and holding myself accountable by posting this - or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Most of the past 6 mths has just been me screaming to no one in a Google Doc, so here are some things I’ve been ruminating about over the last 6 months (and if my secret agenda is to get other people to write about it so I don’t have to? Then that’s between you and me).

Everything’s under a read more because I like giving context and that usually spirals out of control!?!?

If you would like to see more from any of the below, feel free to shoot me an ask/message and I can definitely share some more! (Or you can just come yell at me about JATP in general.)

Strangers Fake Dating AU // Julie x Luke

I’m a simple person. I see a prompt, I latch onto it, and then I completely miss the entire point of the prompt as my imagination goes wild for no real reason. This really was supposed to be a super short drabble, but it manifested into a 3k+ thing that isn’t even finished.

Julie’s not really sure what she’s supposed to do now. Nothing has ever prepared her for a situation in which she’s supposed to pretend to be a stranger’s girlfriend, especially if that situation involves parents. Does she continue this ruse? Can she come up with a quick enough excuse to tell this Luke character that she actually can’t stay? What if this is just all an elaborate plan to kidnap her? Has she been listening to too many true crime podcasts? Why does Luke smell so good? Does he know how to cook? Why does his shirt not have sleeves? What-

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Her head whips up at the sound of Luke’s voice, which is now at a whisper and kind of frantic. “I just- I just really needed to get my mom off my back, so I kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for the night. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Julie studies Luke’s face and it’s nearly impossible to not cave under his gaze, which can only be simply described as ‘puppy dog eyes’. She finds herself smiling back, letting out a huff, “I hope you like lasagna.” And the grin that spreads across the boy’s face is enough for her to know that he’s incredibly relieved that she agreed.

“I’m Luke by the way. Luke Patterson.”

(Okay, he’s kinda cute. And no one this cute is a serial killer. Right?)

She gives a small smile back, “I’m Julie.”

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5+1 alive!Juke AU // Julie x Luke

Inspired by paper - LANY

This is one of the first things I ever felt the urge to write down back in September because I love exploring the idea of how two people can appear to be the perfect relationship on the outside, but are actually fighting their own demons. Especially when it comes to celebrities and people who are in the spotlight. It’s basically a 5+1 fic about the moments from other people’s perspectives who happen to orbit around Julie/Luke that all revolve around paper. My outline for this is so long because I can’t manage to narrow it down, and there’s zero cohesiveness but I do have little things jotted down.

“Hey little man,” Luke’s knelt down to match his 5 year-old height, and a hand extends out to him for a high five, “What are you doing here?”

His eyes flicker to the left, towards his own apartment door, where his mom is giving him an encouraging nod. “ I- I just wanted to-” he stutters and finds himself looking at his feet as he shuffles back and forth on the spot. “I- I drew you guys something!”

He shoves the paper out towards the older boy in front of him, but doesn’t look up.

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Reincarnation AU // Julie x Luke

I had a random thought in December about how magical it is that Julie and Luke are so tied to one another that their love transcends time and space, which will always lead them back to one another. I remember reading a book a long time ago about how the main character is fated to die at a certain age, and that kind of sparked this little idea. I can’t bring myself to actually plot out every single timeline right now, but I did manage to write a little bit.

It will never be as complex as Rosie’s idea and all the wonderful additions in the link here, and I don’t really plan on it being anything more than a small idea. But I really do still think someone should write some sort of reincarnation AU cause I’d hop on that so fast!!

“Okay- that’s not- Luke. You seriously just ran away?”

“What was I supposed to do Alex? We all know how this ends.”

His friend looks at him, face painted in understanding and he sighs, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”

Because it’s true, Alex does know, so does Reggie and Bobby. Most importantly, so does Luke. It’s the exact same tragic love story every time.

Call it a curse or fate or destiny. Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Whatever. It always ends the same way - with a heartbreaking goodbye, a whisper of the promise that they’ll find each other again, and the possibility of a happy ending. He’s said the same goodbye at least 734 times, but it’s not like he’s counting or anything. Fuck the universe and its mystical ways.

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Competitive Alex // Alex x Willie

No real thoughts or reasons for this other than I just think I self-projected my need to play board games with people in real life into a fic. And maybe a little bit of my competitiveness onto Alex and then threw in Willie because I think he would be able to handle it while also finding it endearing. I also have written nothing about the actual competitiveness, it’s just 2k words of Alex crushing on Willie.

“Wait,” his eyes dart between the three boys, “You both know Willie? How come I’ve never met him?”

His roommates look at each other, and there’s a smirk on Luke’s face when he says, “Actually Alex, I think you have. Remember that time you got really drunk after one of our shows?”

Oh no. He really hopes that it’s not the time he’s thinking of, so he tries to sound nonchalant. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luke.”

“The night we played at that tiny bar at the edge of the campus! We got paid in those tiny colourful shots?” He doesn’t really know where Luke is going with this, so he’s slowly nodding along. “And you were super upset that the hot dog vendor at the end of the street was closed?”

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Dear Julie, Love Mom series

I made myself sad with this thought when I first watched the show and was talking to my friend about how I think that Rose would’ve left messages for the Molina family, especially when we found out that Wake Up was actually from her mom. I wrote a bigger explanation for it here.

Anyways, I started with the one for Julie’s wedding and it kind of became an 8k monster with three different POVs?!? As much as I love how I wrote this, I feel too unsure about my writing to share it in full, so you will get carefully selected looks alkfe. (I’m also kind of stuck on some of the more emotional scenes and I may or may not have procrastinated by photoshopping a moodboard for it.)

Excerpt 1 (Julie POV): A look into where I’m going with this whole letters from Rose thing.

The key clicks into place, and with a turn, the latch falls open. She’s not sure what she wants to find in the box, and she’s too scared to think about it really. All she knows is that this was the sign from her mom that she was waiting for all week, and in true Rose fashion, her mom had managed to give it to her, even if at the last second. Her dad turns the box to face Julie, and gestures to her to open up the lid.

Tucked inside is a VHS tape, the words ‘For Julie, on your wedding day’ written in her mom’s cursive on the cover. Some loose glitter and confetti fall back into the box as she reaches in to pick up the tape and turn it over in her hands. There’s a little purple butterfly etched on the back, the same one that’s been drawn on all the other messages that her mom had left her. Her finger automatically finds its way, tracing the shape of the small doodle.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, mija?”

Excerpt 2 (Julie POV): This part has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot of the story, but it self-inserted itself into this fic after @tangledstarlight and I talked about You’re Still the One by Shania Twain being their first dance. This whole scene came to me at 4am one night and might be the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written.

They knew that when they had asked Reggie to be in charge of the first dance performance, that they (and Alex) weren’t allowed to veto any of his ideas. Luke had warned Julie that that would be a mistake, but the giddiness that radiated off of Reggie when she had told him he could have free reign was worth it. She just hadn’t thought that he would actually take it to heart and run with it.

Sure, they had chosen You’re Still the One by Shania Twain as their first dance song, and sure it was more or less a country song, but she didn’t really imagine that she’d be staring at her adoptive brother, Carlos and her Dad wearing cowboy hats and boots at her wedding. They had somehow managed to ditch their Flynn-approved suit jackets and were sporting a taupe-coloured suede-textured vest over their dress shirts. If she looked closely, she could see that they had somehow also found some gaudy looking bolo ties with a matching set of ornamental clasps to wear. When she envisioned her wedding, she really didn’t expect that her first (public) dance as a married couple would be a full-on Western themed occasion. The only exception was Alex, who had settled on his cajon in the back, still in his pink suit, eyes rolling when she met his gaze. But even she knew how there was no real annoyance in the blonde’s reaction or else he wouldn’t also be wearing one of the tacky ties around his neck as well.

“I’m gonna seriously kill him.” She hears Luke grumble under his breath, only low enough for her to hear. But she’s still too busy giggling to actually be mad, and she knows that Luke isn’t really going to kill Reggie. At least she doesn’t think so.

Excerpt 3 (Luke POV): Idk man. My mind went “What about Luke?” and I said “You’re right!! What about him?!?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s just been silently staring at the woman in front of him, until a gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Julie’s peering at him from under her eyelashes, a curious look on her face.

“You just-” he gives a little shake of his head, trying to come up with the right words. He wants to tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. A wicked beauty. But she’s more than that - she’s almost angelic. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“Luke, we’ve been legally married for like, a whole year.” Her lips are quirked up in a grin, amusement in her voice. “You’ve only just realized that now?”

“That’s different.”

“Yeah? Different how?”

This feels a little strange to post and a little like my inner self seeking validation but let’s not talk about that.

Kskssj anyways present me @ future me: finish one of these because writing has been really cathartic for you and you didn’t think it would bring you so much joy!!!

[shutupanddance]

A Few Mildly Important Notes

things my followers should know regarding changes to my blog, requests, etc! (especially if you’re a new follower <3)

PLEASE READ. THANK YOU!!

I will need your feedback on #5, if you want to skip everything else <3

1. I’ve finally updated my to-do list on my Master Post!! As a reminder, it’s pinned to my blog. You can also access the Master Post through this link:

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2. The Summer Event is still active!! But I have changed how it appears on my blog.

Any current events will now be advertised on my Master Post as the FIRST section. All you have to do is click “keep reading”, and it will be the very first thing to pop up.

As a reminder, while requests are closed, you cannot ask for a Summer Event piece. UNLESS YOU ARE ONLY ASKING FOR AN IMAGINE. (This is a new rule, which is why I’m telling you now.)

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The answer is not very simple.

I am hoping to have them open again by the close of business on Sunday, but I have family in town at the moment, and not really a lot of time to work on the current ones.

I REALLY want to open them soon, because I’ve been getting so many creative requests lately, and I really love writing for you all. So it will happen. I promise.

This leads me to the next change on my blog:

4. REQUEST SLOTS.

Now, to make it easier to keep track of when requests will close/open (because it’s been a bit random), I’m introducing request slots!

C, how does this work?

Simple! On my Master Post, under the “To-Do List” section, you will see a note in big capital letters that says REQUEST SLOTS: FULL. When requests are open, there will be a fraction, such as 5/15, or 3/7. The denominator will be the maximum amount of requests I am receiving at the moment (which will fluctuate based on how busy I am), and the numerator will be based on how many requests I have in my inbox!

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I literally never thought I’d have the problem of too many requests coming in every time I open my asks, so this is a happy problem 😂

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I know I frequently post random updates and things, but I have an idea to condense it all into a sort of “newsletter”. Here’s the concept:

Once a week (on a day I have not yet decided), I will send out an “Updates” post. It will be much like this post and contain any new information about my blog, an update on the current To-Do list, the current request slots, and a few other features if you want:

I was thinking maybe a section on my favorite WIP, my current favorite piece of writing I’ve completed, my current favorite song, and/or a fun fact about me? Something along those lines.

What do you think? Please leave a comment or send an ask or a message telling me how you feel about this, or what you’d want to see in a “Newsletter”. Thanks kids!!

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I used to be a nobody, but now my requests fill up within 48 hours of me opening them, and I have dozens upon dozens of notes on my fics. If you’re new, I’m sorry that things are taking longer. I seriously never expected to blow up like this.

I SAY IT AGAIN AND AGAIN, BUT I HAVE THE BEST FOLLOWERS!!! YOU ARE THE REASON I WRITE, AND I CARE DEEPLY ABOUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. THANK YOU!!

also, today is a migraine day. So either a BUNCH of requests will be answered, or none at all. Thank you for reading and being patient with me <3

This post is an attempt to make things easier for everyone now that I have so many followers 😳

[antihero-writings]

Before It Kills You Too

(Cover art by _xstlyricax_ on Instagram!! I’ll put a link to her profile in a reblog!!)

Fandom: Lore Olympus (Webcomic)

Fic Summary: 

Hera goes for a drive after a fight with Zeus, and has some time to think. Her internal monologue and memories, using Blackpink's "Kill This Love" as a prompt. ||

Anger was a fire, it burned white hot and devastated the world around it. But then it faded...This was more than anger.

Character Focus: Hera

Notes: If you haven't listened to, and/or watched the music video for Blackpink's "Kill This Love" (I’ll put a link in a reblog!), I highly recommend you do so either before or after reading, as the fic is based on the lines, and a few of the visuals of it!

The cover art is based off of the visuals of 0:59-1:12 of the music video too!

 I'd really appreciate it if you could leave a comment and/or reblog!!! I'm not kidding when I say that makes my week!!

(I’ll put some more notes in a reblog!)

Chapter 1: I Owe It All to You

Hera kept glancing from the road to the speedometer, the dial sneaking steadily upwards: sixty miles an hour to seventy in seconds.

She leaned over and took a cigarette from the pack, putting it between the fingers of the hand on the steering wheel. She took out the lighter and clicked it open, lighting the end, then closed it again and set it back down in the cupholder while she breathed in.

Smoke never tasted so sweet as when she was angry with him.

Eighty, ninety.

“Good to see you again, Bunny!”

“It’s only been a few days!” She laughed, “And who’s Bunny?”

“You are!” Zeus took her hands and gave her eskimo nose kisses. “Who else?”

The golden girl smiled, big and bright—

—the kind of smile one can only give when the world itself is big and bright. When one lives in a realm of hope, where beings keep their secrets, and their promises, and no one lies, or steals, or cheats.

She breathed out, smoke billowing like her mouth was the gates to the Christian’s hell—(they say hell hath no fury right?).

Sometimes she wished she had Zeus’s power; that she could set the world on fire with a glance.

A hundred.

The world was nothing but streaks of light across her vision. Not trees, people, and buildings; not distinguishable as life or meaning, just lines of color as she flew by. Maybe things were better that way. She could dance in the in-between, reach up and grab the ribbons, twirl around with them in beautiful absurdity. Only absurdity was beautiful; truth and sanity were far too ugly.

“Bunny I—”

“Don’t ‘Bunny’ me!”

She took another long draft, letting the smoke’s medicine filling her lungs.

And out.

Breathe out, feel the negative emotions leaving your body, all the meditation gurus say.

What a load of bullshit that was.

For every soothing inhale there was always an exhale that felt like it was clawing its way out of her throat. For every sweet hello there was a bitter goodbye, full of curses at his back, in return. For every incredible high there was a unfathomable price. That was the rule to life; what goes up, must come down.

And she had risen too high, once upon a time.

The test of life had no answer, let alone a right one. Even the gods were slaves to fate, and emotion.

The tires screeched hellishly as she rounded corner.

Hera walked around the corner.

“It just—I feel like the world’s on fire when I’m with him! You know?”

The queen stopped. It was that nymph’s voice. The one who came by earlier.

“Ahh I’m so jealous! Tell me more! Tell me!”

“Well he just…I don’t know! When he kisses me the whole world just kind of…stops. You know? And when he listens…I feel like he’s actually listening.”

“Ugh, too sappy! Tell me the dirty stuff!”

“Oh stop! I’m not gonna tell you about our sex life!”

Hera rolled her eyes, beginning to walk away when—

“Well he is the king of the gods. You’re right; It’s better if I imagine.”

The queen froze.

“Eugh I don’t want you imagining me in bed with him!”

“No, I’m imagining me in bed with him!”

Hera couldn’t hear them anymore. Couldn’t see the world in front of her. She was staring at a space before her eyes only she could see; a space, a memory, where the world was wide and she and Zeus were the only beings in it.

That space was shattering piece by piece.

Her breath was shallow in her chest, her blood pumping her ears.

“Mama?” Ares’ little voice brought her back to the world. “Mama, you’re hurting me.”

She immediately let go of her son’s tiny hand. “I’m so sorry sweetheart!” She crouched down and took his hand in both of hers, this time with the most gentleness she could muster, and kissed his fingers. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…‘m okay.” He took his hand back and rubbed it.

He looked at her apprehensively.

“…Are you okay, mama? …Are you angry?”

She whizzed passed broken stop sign, catching her reflection in the rear view mirror; her hair in tattered locks like rags about her face, eyebrows permanently furrowed, lip permanently pursued, blue eyes dim and hollow, with nothing of the brightness they once contained; only a few lingering sparks of electricity in an abandoned power plant.

‘Okay’. ‘Angry’.

Such ugly words.

“I just…” the golden girl pushed her hair behind her ear sheepishly, her eyes bright, “I feel like the world’s on fire when I’m with him…you know?”

“Can’t say I do,” Aidoneus muttered softly.

She put her gently hand on his. “Don’t worry, I know you will one day.” She grinned.

And what made it better was that she really meant that.

He tried to smile back.

“So what’s that…like?” he asked softly.

“Well…when he kisses me the world kind of …stops. It feels like there’s nothing and no one in the universe but him and me. We can talk about anything. And when I talk it feels like he actually listens. He always makes me laugh. When I’m with him…it feels like nothing else matters…”

She hated that word: okay. It was too simple, too easy; one could always throw it out as an answer. It didn’t mean, I’m doing very well, or I’m doing poorly—(though it could mean either depending on the context). Okay was just, ‘fine’, ‘alright’. Okay could mean you were doing wonderfully, having a great day, and okay could mean you would rather be dead, and either way people would smile and say good! I’m okay too!. Okay was never truly satisfied, never fully living. Just existing. ‘Okay’ was a word for ghosts; for those who are neither dead nor really alive, neither sinners nor saints. Just floating through the world, caught in between.

She was always okay…and she was never okay.

She rolled down the window, cool air rushing in to the car and scooping up all the smoke, taking it out into the night, giving it to some other lonely Goddess who needed it.

“Ugh, this again? I thought we were done with this…Just leave it for now. You’ll feel better after lunch.”

And, anger, anger was a fire that blossomed like a rose high, and bright, and scorching for a while, eating everything it saw. Then it dwindled. Sometimes it could be lit again by a passing breeze, if the embers were still fresh enough. And sometimes that relight could touch a passerby leaf or bush, and from there desecrate forests and cities. But often, even then, once it had finished blazing it would wither and die. Anger burned white hot and violent at first, but eventually it would fade, and the world would be left to deal with everything it blackened in its wake.

She sometimes had a vague image of smashing Zeus’s head in, of him clutching his big ugly skull, golden trails of blood intermixing with his violet hair, draining down his cheeks. And there she was, holding the stem of glass, half of the vase, in her hand, the rest of it in pieces all over the floor before them. Sometimes. Sometimes it felt good to take out all that anger out on innocent paintings. Sometimes she had to destroy something, before it destroyed her.

“You’re acting crazy.” He had said.

Crazy, was she?

Crazy for believing visions in her head, which were always right in the past? Crazy for being angry? For kicking him out? No.

Crazy for staying with a being like him?

Yes. If she was crazy, that was why.

If I’m crazy, well, then…

She smirked, taking a long draft, and letting it out, grey wisps filling the air around her.

Thanks, baby, I owe it all to you.

She had a faint recollection of being sane once. Before him. He always made her crazy, be it when she was first fell in love with him, or when she rose in hate for him. But there was a time, when, before all this, she was a sweet, naïve little golden girl in the forest, with her sanity in tact, who loved animals, and taking care of broken things, her innocence still put together.

He thought he knew crazy. He hadn’t even scratched the surface.

But then that impulse would fade as quickly as it came, and she was left with guilt for even thinking that way. She’d never do that. She might burn his picture, but she wouldn’t actually hurt him…would she? She hoped it would never get that far.

No. That was anger. The boiling thing rising inside her that made her want to smash, and spit in, his face, and burn paintings, that was anger. Anger rose, vehemently, but in the end it dissolved.

This was more than just anger.

This, this feeling; this dull resounding ache at the back of her consciousness like an unending death knell; this thing that bored a hole in her stomach, making her feel constantly sick; this thing that hung as a weight in her chest; this thing wrapping around her, chaining her wings; this thing that stained her eyes with sleeplessness; this thing that broke into her mind and ransacked her thoughts, tainting all those happy memories, making them seem diluted with lies, and sickening to think of, and never, ever left her house—

This was heartbreak. Eternal, infernal, heartbreak.

She was on a long stretch of road now, out where nature still bloomed and she didn’t have to look at anyone’s faces or talk to anyone. The ribbons of light still outlining the air—(was it two hundred now? She’d lost track.).

Lucky me.

Everyone always told her she was lucky. Not everyone got to be the wife of the king of the gods. Just her. She was lucky she had a husband who was powerful. Who was rich. She was lucky she had a husband who adored her. Who doted on her. Who listened to her. Who she could talk to. Who made her laugh.

Not everyone had that. Some had husbands who were poor. Who were weak. Who didn’t love them, and whom they didn’t love. Husbands who didn’t dote on them, or give them so much as a wanton kiss. Who fixed a permanent scowl on their faces. Who they couldn’t talk to. Husbands who lied to them, and cheated on them.

She was lucky she didn’t have that.

Not everyone got to be queen.

Lucky her. So lucky he chose her. So lucky she got the crown. No one else.

No one but her.

So lucky she had that handsome face to wake up to every day.

(Every damn day)

So lucky could talk to him every day. So lucky could kiss him, and hug him, and make love to him.

(Sometimes she couldn’t even look at him.)

So lucky she had Zeus. That goofy, dumb, brave, arrogant king as her better half. So lucky she had a husband who was so sweet, and kind, and gentle, and funny, and patient, and forgiving. So lucky she didn’t have had a cheating, lying, conniving, backstabbing little weasel for a husband, who put that crown on his head, and walked into his office like he owned the world—!

And he was the one person who could say he did. Including her. Sometimes she couldn’t say a word against him.

He owned the world. Along with every fucking girl in it.

And he did fuck them.

After it all, what would he say?

We all lie, so what? Something like that.

So what.

Him; the illustrious king with his throne, and his lightning. Her; a jealous queen with a stolen crown.

The only one to blame was herself.

“I just feel like everyone’s lying, everyone’s—!” the golden girl cried, her hands over her eyes.

Someone took her arm, someone whose grasp was gentle.

He put his finger on her chin, tipping her gaze up to him.

“I’d never lie to you.” Zeus said, giving a gentle smile.

And what made it better was he meant it.

She returned the smile, placing her hand over his. “Nor I to you.”

That naïve little ray of sunlight darkened by his moon.

We’ve both lied, so what? That would surely be his excuse.

“You know what?! Why don’t we talk about you for a change?”

He’d said he was sorry before. He’d promised to be better.

And she believed him, then.

He’d spent enough time telling the truth that she believed he meant it when he apologized. When he made promises. When he spoke to her, she thought he meant the things he said.

I cheated on you, I’m sorry.

I lied to you, I’m sorry.

Now she questioned everything he had ever said. His apologies, his promises, his compliments, his kisses. Were those words so long ago just another lie? His promise to never lie to her, was that just the first lie of a thousand? As numerous as the hours they spent together. Did he ever intend to keep his words back then?

That was the unfortunate thing about lies; they could reside in even the most sincere of promises.

I’m sorry.

(I’m not sorry.)

Long ago she’d wanted him to apologize. She’d been more than desperate to hear those words falling from his lips.

Now she knew they meant nothing. They could, and usually would, be just another lie. And, even if he meant them, they wouldn’t fix this aching hole he’d left in her chest.

She remembered herself at her wedding; them, the picture of a perfect, royal couple, his violet a compliment to her gold. Both of them practically shimmering, wearing traditional wedding attire—(though impossibly embellished and adorned)—and those goofy, light-filled smiles. The whole pantheon applauding, smiling, wiping away tears at their back.

In other countries, at weddings, they said they’d be together in sickness and health, till death did them part.

Did this count as sickness? As death?

Didn’t he break that promise? Did her promises matter after he broke his? Was her faith and faithfulness worth nothing anymore?

She now imagined herself in a black dress, standing at the back of that ceremony with a bow, and an arrow made of adamant, laced with the venom from a certain many headed monster, its gleam reflected in darkened gaze. She breathed out as they spoke, and loosed that arrow, shooting that girl in the back. Olympus shouted in vain, as she watched all that gold flow out of her past self, those blue eyes fade to a cool grey, keeping her from making the biggest mistake of her life. And she’d look at Zeus’ horrified face and think

I’m sorry.

(I’m not sorry.)

That was surely better than this. Better than dying slowly, the blue in her eyes dimming day by day into lifeless grey still animated somehow, better than that gold leaking out of her with each forsaken sunrise she woke up next to him.

Would he be happy then? Without her? He could fuck around with whoever he wanted.

Would she be happier, dead, without all this?

There was no way she could have known, back then what their lives would become after a few millennia. How that god who held her hands and said he’d never lie to her, who hugged her and kissed her, and seemed so in love, could become dissatisfied. That lust would overtake him; he’d keep wanting more and more, gorging himself on it. She had no way of knowing that she wouldn’t be enough one day.

She was young, and innocent then, and didn’t know better.

She couldn’t forgive herself for that.

Something flashed gold in the headlights before her, and for a second her mind manifested before her; she saw that golden girl still, her own hair draining down the street like liquid, that white wedding attire—old, ragged, covered in burns—her own naïve eyes, still full of light and life, staring up at her, terror overtaking their innocent frames. And her own eyes boiled.

The sound of breaking glass was like a cooling rain upon a fire that had been left raging too long.

******

Zeus was doing important business work. Focus was imperative.

Someone knocked on the door. “Your majesty.”

He fumbled with the spinner he was playing with, dropping it on the floor, sitting upright. He folded his hands on the desk, clearing his throat, trying to look professional.

“Yes? If it’s Hermes wanting to install racing tracks in the sky again—”

“Uh, n-no,” the messenger poked her head in the door, looking nervous, “It’s… about your wife.”

He blinked, then sighed, leaning back in his chair. “…What’s does she want this time?”

“Um…” she swallowed, avoiding his gaze, “S-She’s been in a car accident.”

*****

Notes cont.: Do you guys have any ideas for what song I could use for Zeus for the next chapter? (I want the next chapter to be framed like this one--based around a song, but for him, and from his perspective.) Let's see...In the simplest terms, I'm looking for a song about someone who knows they've made mistakes and/or hurt someone, and wants to do better. It doesn't have to be kpop, it can be anything XD (Though to be honest I'd prefer if it wasn't American pop...)

[silence-burns]

Please Hate Me //part 23

Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine​

Loki felt alive. 

With newfound energy surging into his bones, he felt shaped anew, his personality finally dusting the Earth's dirt off its magnificence for all to see. 

Loki marched back into your room, clad in the familiar, asgardian fabrics, tailored to fit into Earth's fashion better. All was good again.

You eyed him from head to toe with a look suggesting an utter lack of interest. To his dismay, you seemed more focused on the itch on your back, and finding a way to reach it, than his rebirth. 

"I didn't expect you to understand, but this is saddening, even coming from you." Loki crossed his arms, picking some invisible fleck off his black suit. 

"Sorry," you muttered, almost bent in half backwards while sitting on the bed. "I'd clap, but I need that hand for a moment longer." 

"Forget it. I don't need your approval." 

Relief softened your features when you finally scratched the itch. "Okay, I'm done. How do you fancy some coffee before we wander off to the streets?" 

"Only if you promise not to add anything 'special' in it." 

"Your lack of trust breaks my heart." 

One look through the window convinced you to put on some warmer clothes. The snow started to fall only yesterday evening, but you could already see it piling on the streets. Taking a car in such weather could turn into an unpleasant surprise, if roads were blocked because of it. 

You winced while getting ready. "I have no idea how you can be so full of energy, princess. Every part of my body hurts as if I were fighting monsters all day yesterday. I'm getting too old for this crap." 

Loki scoffed, leaning by the door. "I can't imagine you in retirement. What would you be doing? Knitting socks for the poor?"

"Or I could babysit villains. I feel I have a knack for it." 

"You're overestimating your capabilities," Loki said, but there was no malice in his words. 

He watched you pull on shoes, struggling with bending far enough to reach the laces. It must have been the bruises you mentioned. His own healed through the night, and Loki was more than happy to discover that. He couldn't imagine living like that. 

A tiny part of him almost offered to help you, but he leashed it before the words escaped him. Why, he couldn't say. Confusion clad his thoughts while you finished and marched to the door. You fished a metallic card out of your pocket and held it in front of Loki's eyes. 

"I really shouldn't be telling you that you need one of these to enter or leave people's private rooms in this Tower, and a few other sections not meant for the public. And I really shouldn't mention that most of the important residents have one of these on them at all times. Security protocol and all that, you know."

With a soft click to the panel, you left the room with Loki following your steps. He had enough reason not to thank you for the thing you never said. Although, Loki had to admit, his confusion only deepened. 

The walk to the kitchen area was blanketed in a silence Loki was surprised to find comfortable. It was a thrilling concept that he might start getting used to his companion, but Loki was saved from delving into that by a voice he might not have expected, but would always recognize. 

He froze, instinctively sneaking closer to the wall. You frowned, turning to him. 

"What's wrong? We're almost there—”

"I'm not going." 

"...is there any reason behind this sudden change of that brilliant mind of yours, or…" 

You gestured wildly to the right, but the answer came to you with the next burst of voices from the kitchen area. It was close by now, and close enough for you to recognize its newest occupant. 

"You don't want to talk to him?" you asked, though it sounded more like a statement as you tried to keep your voice down, stepping closer to the shadows Loki was lurking in. 

"Why would I want to do that? He always brings the worst news, looking for people to plaster blame on—" 

"Hey, man. Chill." You put your hand on his shoulder in what you hoped was a reassuring gesture. "You don't have to flood me with reasons. If you don't want to talk to him right now, don't. I'll just make some coffee and we're off." 

"It's not going to work, he's—" 

"Loki, he might be a god, but in this Tower, he's just a man. I'll be right back." 

Loki made to grab you and explain very thoroughly why exactly that was a disastrous idea, but you shook his hand off and walked away. 

For a moment, he debated following you, if only to make a statement. He didn't, cursing his brother for ruining the day without trying. 

"Hello, my fellow residents!" You marched right into the kitchen, heading for the coffee machine. 

Clint muttered something from over his toasts, Natasha sitting next to him by the counter. They seemed to be in the middle of a conversation with Thor, clad in his armor as if it were a second skin to him. It smelled rightfully so. 

The sudden silence echoed through the room. With all eyes on you, you stopped with two cups in your hands. You raised your eyebrows. 

"Is there a bomb in this room, or is it always so nervous in the mornings? Not that I would know much about it, given how rarely I make it here in time." 

Clint took his time with the toast. You'd never seen anyone mutilate it so thoroughly. 

Natasha was looking at you, but didn't say anything. Her face was unreadable as always, but something deep beyond the usual expressionless mask seemed to be very aware of every gesture made by the people around. 

"Where is he?" Thor was first to break the tension. He crossed his arms over his chest, one of them wrapped in a bandage. It seemed like he was right back from his duty of sealing the breaks the Avengers mentioned earlier. 

"Excuse me?" You turned the coffee machine on. Hopefully, it wouldn't decide to break in the next ten minutes. 

"Loki. Where is he?" Thor stepped closer, walking around the counter in the center of the kitchen to stand on your side. Clint and Natasha observed you from beyond it, the toast now cold and forgotten for good. 

"I have no idea who you’re talking about." 

"This is not the time for jokes," Thor rumbled, his voice deep and strained. "I have already heard about his little venture, and I'm less than happy about it. I need to talk to him. We had a deal—" 

"What if he doesn't want to talk to you?" you shrugged, stepping in closer too. Just because he was taller than most people, it didn't mean you'd be intimidated so easily. 

Thor let out a barked laugh, cut short by the temper you could already see rising in his eyes. 

"I don't care what—" 

"Maybe that’s the actual problem?" 

"We had a deal and he broke it." 

"Technically, that’s not what happened," Natasha cut in, eyeing Thor. It was not the savior you expected, but you appreciated it nonetheless. "He kinda helped with saving the city and trust me, I was surprised too." 

You sent her a kiss. 

Thor sighed. "He was not to leave the Tower." 

"He made a choice to save people. I didn't force him," you said. The smell of fresh coffee filled the room. "He had my back and didn't run away. You brought him here to give him one last chance. I won't let you punish him for doing just that." 

Clint smirked, pushing his plate away. It was more crumbs than the actual toast. "Looks like someone is finally enjoying their job. Did you get the bag I brought you? I only noticed yesterday Thor left it here." 

"Yeah. Thanks, Clint." 

You took the cups, the warmth spreading to your fingers and the delightful smell making it difficult not to drool. You sent another kiss to Natasha now smirking openly. 

"You should be careful around him," Thor warned you on your way out. Thankfully, he didn't follow you. 

"Thanks, Thunderboy. You know how much I love your life-saving advice." 

Loki, still where you left him in the corridor, couldn't help but enjoy that last remark. 

He wasn't eavesdropping, of course not. But it wasn't his fault that the voices were too loud to be ignored, and so he couldn't do much but follow the conversation involuntarily. He couldn't help but enjoy its outcome, either. Especially when it was clear enough that his joy of a brother would be off his back for a while longer—something always worth appreciating. 

You joined Loki not a few moments later, with a smile shining bright on your face. He followed as you took a path that would spare him crossing the kitchen. Thankfully,  the Tower was full of elevators. 

Loki took the coffee you handed him, assessing it carefully. 

"Don't worry," you patted his hand. "I made it as bland and boring as I could." 

"My stomach rejoices with relief," he assured you. He wasn't even lying. 

The ground floor welcomed you warmly with an open area filled with people focused on their own lives. You sometimes forgot how many people were actually employed and working on various floors of the building. 

"So." Loki sipped his coffee as you neared the same exit you last rushed through under very different circumstances. "I can't help but wonder, what's the ingenious plan that's gonna get us out of here unnoticed?" 

Your lips curved. "A good, old blackmailing, my friend." 

"Oh, dear, now you piqued my interest." 

"Listen and learn." 

You fished your phone out of the pocket of your thick jacket. The call was picked after the third ring. 

"Tony, dear, in about twenty seconds my best friend Loki and I are going to leave the Tower and have a nice little walk around the town. If you let the alarm go off, I'm gonna tell Ms. Potts exactly what kind of an accident happened to her absolutely favorite Valentino bag and where you threw the evidence away. Have a lovely day."

Loki had his eyebrows raised. You wondered if he'd get wrinkles because of you. 

"As much as I'd be delighted to hear that story, are you sure this is going to work?" 

"Nope," you admitted before linking your arm with his and crossing the exit. 

Nothing happened. You stepped a few steps farther onto the sidewalk, just in case, looking up at the Tower. 

"You see?" You shot Loki a smile. "Everything's fine." 

"Indeed, although could you please indulge me on how you are going to stop people around from recognizing me? I have some doubts they have heard of the whole 'Loki's not here to destroy your planet this time'. 

You pursed your lips into a thin, intense line. Loki looked around. He wondered when the first scream would sound. 

"I've got an idea." 

"I dread hearing that…" 

Loki wasn't happy as you handed him your half empty coffee, but he held it anyway. His mood gradually lowered as you took a long, thick scarf off your neck, and got to devastatingly low levels when you put it on him instead, successfully covering half of his face. The upper half expressed his opinion perfectly clear, he was sure of that, although it did not seem to make you falter one bit. 

"You know what," you looked at your work of art proudly. "It actually suits you." 

He should have killed you in your sleep. 

[bobasheebaby]

The Walk-up: Cordonian Ruby chapter 1

Pairing: Olivia x Bastien; Ruby Rys

Word count: 1,274

Warnings: mention of decapitation, angst, smidge of fluff

Summary: Ruby’s first birthday. Minor insight on how Cordonia’s changed.

A/N: thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping and help. I love you boo!

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I only own my OC’s, the rest I’m borrowing from PB.

Bastien tugged his warm pea coat tighter around his body as the air whipped the rain around him. With each step on the worn pavement he silently cursed not grabbing an umbrella before leaving the apartment. What I really need is a fucking raincoat.

The past year had brought them many places, going by many names. They never stayed in one place for long, the fear of being tracked kept them moving, and always with an escape plan. For the past six weeks they’d called Seattle home. It wasn’t home, and it would never feel like it, but it was a safe place they could just live without worry.

Here they go by Carol and John Taylor. Next, Olivia will pick their fake names. It didn't matter because they knew who they really were.

His feet pounded against the stairs to the walkup apartment they shared, his hands carefully cradling a small cake covered in pinks and reds.

After six weeks in Seattle, he could venture out and make it home quickly. He knew all the shortcuts. He knew how they got there and where they would leave to.

- - -

Olivia’s finger hovered over the link, was she ready to see in words and possibly pictures the truth she already knew? Was she ready to see in ‘print’ what had become of her nation, her duchy since she fled like a coward instead of staying and fighting like a Nevrakis warrior? Your ancestors would be ashamed to call you kin. I left to save the kingdom. I can do more to help raising the heir than I could dead.

She swallowed as her finger pressed on the link. Let’s see how bad it is.

She already was aware that she wouldn’t recognize her own nation. Everything that could help Bradshaw fund his own foolish endeavors had been stripped from the land. She knew that the people were forced to serve Auvernal, they had three choices: work in his army, work the land, or live in squalor.

Her emerald eyes widened as she saw the name on the byline of the underground Cordonian news. Ana DeLuca? Who knew she had it in her.

REIGN OF TERROR

Today marks one year since our nation should have gone into a period of mourning. Instead of being granted time to grieve our beloved king and queen and their unborn heir we were served the heads of our slain leaders on spikes.

Those who saw the gruesome sight outside the palace gates first hand fell to their knees driven to tears. They said the queen and king were hardly recognizable, but they knew in their bones: it was them.

There have been some whispered reports that while our fallen queen had reportedly fallen prey to wolves that many do not believe our case to be truly hopeless. Could the heir be out there somewhere waiting to take flight and reclaim our fallen nation? Could the Valtorian Phoenix rise once again?

Olivia looked up from her tablet as she heard familiar soft steps behind her. “There’s my little princess!” Olivia cooed placing her tablet down.

“Is it really smart to call her that? We are trying to go undetected.”

“We’re in America, it’d be weirder for a little girl to not be called princess here.” She looked at the blonde-haired, sapphire eyed baby she’d been pretending was her own. “Isn’t that right Ruby? Everyone’s a princess here.”

Ruby leaned forward, her chubby hands reaching for Olivia. “Mama.”

Olivia pulled the little girl into her arms, a brief sadness flashed in her emerald eyes.

To everyone around them, she was Ruby’s mother. She felt guilty that she must parade a friend’s child as her own, but they needed the heir to survive.

She looked down at Ruby, a smile once again gracing her lips. “That’s right princess, now let’s go celebrate with cake.”

- - -

Ruby’s sapphire eyes sparkled with wonder and excitement as she shoved her cake covered meaty fist into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the sweet vanilla buttercream melted on her tongue with an explosion of flavor.

Bastien and Olivia laughed as they watched Ruby shove fistfuls of cake and icing in her mouth.

“Is it good pumpkin?”

“Dada!” Ruby replied leaning forward in her high chair, her hands full of smushed cake.

Olivia took a careful step back as Bastien leaned forward. “Yes baby girl, share with papa.”

Ruby’s cake coated hands reached up to Bastien’s face, her hands smearing cake into his beard.

Olivia let out a loud laugh as she watched Ruby paint his face with cake and icing.

Bastien turned his steely eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think mama wants some too.”

Olivia shook her head. “No mama doesn’t.”

“Mama!” Ruby squealed reaching for Olivia.

“You don’t want to make the birthday princess cry do you?”

She mouthed ‘low blow’ to him as she took a hesitant step forward. He knew she could never say no to Ruby, she’d lost everything already Olivia would give her all that she could. She let out a shriek as Bastien wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his lap. Ruby squealed, her feet kicking as she reached for her mama’s face, her cake coated fingers grabbing a fistful of hair and smearing icing on her cheek.

For one day they felt like the family they pretended to be. They weren’t on the run hiding from a tyrant. They were just them, and for that moment it was all they needed.

- - -

Olivia pulled the door to the small bedroom shut behind her with a soft click. “She’s finally asleep.”

“She had a big day.” Bastien smiled as images of their day played in his head. “Actually I’m surprised she wasn’t more worn out.”

A small smile played on her lips. “I think she was too excited to be worn out. It was nice being able to pamper and treat her like the royalty she is for one day.”

He pulled his lips into a thin line. He knew she wasn’t exactly happy with the way we’re forced to live, he knew if she could she’d spoil Ruby with all the luxuries of the world. “Well, we need to be careful, Bradshaw—”

“Bradshaw and his men won’t find us here, we were careful.” She crossed the small living room to the window looking out the third story window.

They had used multiple false identities while traveling, never using one persona more than once. She’d cut her hair into a chin-length bob and dyed it a deep auburn to help keep them hidden. They were safe.

Her lips curved down as she stared out the window, watching the rain silently hit the windows. Rain, it was nearly always raining. She missed the cold, the snow. She missed being able to hunt on her own land and eat fresh meat. She hated going to the store and speaking to a man in a bloodstained apron who knew less about cuts of meat than she did. She hated that she had to purchase meat that smelled faintly of bleach.

She missed Cordonia.

“Why did we have to stay here? It’s always raining.” She placed her hand on the cold windowpane, closing her eyes trying to imagine she was home. “We could have chosen Boston, or Montreal, somewhere where it gets more snow than rain.”

“There are multiple escape routes, easier if we have to pick up and leave.”

She nodded, she didn’t like it, but he was right. Her comfort wasn’t as important as their safety. They just needed to keep Ruby safe, hopefully, we’ll still have a home to return to.

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[miiruwrites]

With You, I’m Right Where We’re (both) Supposed to Be

Fandom: Persona 5 (Royal) Rating: Gen Summary: It's a date he didn't think he'd get to live to see, but it's come for him nonetheless. At least this time, he's not alone on the date.

This time, he's alongside the person that matters to him, and the person that makes him think this date isn't so bad after all. Pairing: Shuake [Akira/Goro] Notes: well it's been a while since i've posted huh! that's my own fault, with college and a lot of other things getting in the way but i'm back! i've really missed writing and posting stuff so hopefully i'll be back into the swing of things soon enough!

anyways! happy birthday to our favorite pancake loving detective! my opinion on this boy has changed so much in the past few years but i love him and want the best for him. so i wanted to write a little something for him! there's some spoilers here from third semester but mostly just mentioned.

i hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 1.8k

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It's a weird feeling to be waking up on a date you didn't think you'd live to see. Or at least, that's how Goro feels, waking up on the morning of June 2th.

His birthday. His nineteenth birthday to be exact.

If you asked him a year ago, what he was expecting for his birthday to be like, he wouldn't have been able to give an answer. Because truly, living past his eighteenth birthday was something he wasn't expecting.

A lot can change over the course of a year though. Things he didn't expect to happen, things he didn't plan for, and while it might be a stretch to say he was...happy with how things were right now, it's better than what would've happened to him, had he had his way with things.

What he can say however is that he's...content with how things are right now. They're not perfect by any stretch of imagination or anything but it's at least enough for him to feel like nothing's wrong. That suddenly everything's going to change and leave him feeling like he doesn't know what's going on. He's had enough of that for one lifetime thank you very much.

It's with a sigh and a stretch that he makes himself sit up, instead of lying around all day, as tempting as the thought of it today. Usually his thoughts aren't this gloomy but it always seems to happen around this time of the year. Rationally he knows why but for once he wishes it was easier to get through this day without having to deal with them.

Even if just a year ago, he thought this day to be a burden, he wants that to change. Why he's not really sure but...anything is possible isn't it? After all he's been through, nothing is truly out of the realm of possibility.

Considering the fact that he's alive and not rotting away somewhere or having gone off on his own, there's a first for everything, isn't there? A chance for more things to happen that wouldn't have, had his plans come to fruition.

The thought brings a small smile to his face, swinging his legs out of bed, making his way out of his room into the rest of his apartment.

Well, not just his apartment anymore.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning Goro."

A small smile crosses his face as he sees Akira Kurusu standing there, in their shared apartment.

That had been a change neither of them were really expecting. Akira had been wanting to stay here instead of going back home - not like anyone had wanted him to go back home - and while he had been staying with Futaba and Sakura-san for a bit, he kept coming over to his apartment so often enough that he just asked Akira if he wanted to move in and well, here they were now, months after the former thief's return.

It had been a spur of the moment decision really when he asked but he didn't regret it. Being in Akira's presence somehow made things seem...better. He felt more at ease, more comfortable in this place that had been just where he came back to rest and work, and made this place seem...more like a home than it had ever been.

Distantly, his mind tells him this is what love is supposed to be like. He can't help but agree with it, for once.

"Good morning Akira. You're...up early. Earlier than Morgana would wake up at."

A smile appears on the younger boy's face. "Yeah, I am. That's not a bad thing, right?"

"No, it isn't Just an observation."

"Good. Besides...why wouldn't I be up early today? It's an important day, after all."

Important...right. Akira didn't have the same feelings he had towards his birthday. It's hard to look at this day as being anything but important. It's only a reminder of how unwanted he was, how he was just a mistake and nothing more than a burden upon his mother and everyone else-

"Goro."

He blinks, looking up at Akira. When did he move over to him, and when was he holding his hands, gently squeezing them.

"I-"

"It's okay. We've talked about this haven't we? I'm here, and so are you. You're okay. You're not unwanted anymore."

A shaky breath, followed by a nod. Right, he wasn't. Despite everything he wasn't a curse now. He wasn't alone, trapped in those thoughts that have plagued him for so long.

"Right. We're here, we're both here and it's...okay. We're both okay." He returns the squeeze to his hands as Akira smiles at him and leans in enough to rest their foreheads together.

"Yeah. We both have bad days but we're trying and that's what's important here. As long as we keep trying, things will get better. And I'm here for you if you need it anytime you know."

"Right. And...the same goes for you too Akira. You're allowed to let me help as well, you don't have to...be the one that everyone comes to without letting yourself be helped in return." If he's learned anything in the time that he's known Akira, it's that he'll take on whatever he can to help without letting himself be helped in return. He was...so selfless at times and while he can't help but admire that it only made him worry for him. It's part of what made what happened months ago so hard to deal with.

Akira blinked at him. "I-I know that...but that's just how I am, you know?" Ever the hero he was.

"True, and I wouldn't want you to change. But...it's okay to be selfish every once in a while you know. Take time for yourself and all that."

"Says you Mister 'I'd rather lash out at someone if they try to help me'."

"You raise a good point. But I mean it Akira. If there's something you want to do or anything just...tell me okay?"

"Then," Akira looked down for a second before looking back up, a soft look in his eyes. "Can I ask you something Goro?"

A nod. "Go right ahead."

"Can I dance with you?"

Red eyes widen slightly at the request, but soon enough there's another nod from the former detective, alongside a smile. "You're so cheesy at times you know that? But, yes you can."

Akira smiles back at him and moves away a bit, only to find his phone and tap around on it a bit, and soon enough a soft melody filled the apartment, a hand offered out to him.

"Care to join me for a dance?"

It's such a cliche scene that it's painful but that doesn't stop Goro from accepting his boyfriend's hand, heart fluttering in his chest as the two of them step close to each other, an arm around the other's waist, pulling them together.

"Have you been wanting to do this for a while, Akira?" The question is soft, as to not break the mood, but it's one that comes as they start to move, Akira's head coming to rest on his shoulder.

"Yeah. It's probably selfish of me but I've...been wanting to do this for months I think. I just want to be close to you, today especially."

A hum of agreement. "That's fair. And you only needed to ask, I would've agreed anytime."

"You would've, wouldn't you? I'm glad, really glad but..."

"Akira?" His hold on the younger tightens just a bit as Akira's other hand comes to wrap around him as well.

"I was...afraid to ask. You know I'm not good at being selfish and all that and the...last time I wanted to be was..."

Ah.

It clicks in his mind, both of his arms coming to wrap around him, pulling Akira closer to him, the younger boy burying his head in Goro's shoulder

"Akira I'm,"

"No, it's okay. I know back then that...if I was selfish then we wouldn't have ended up right here. But still, all I wanted was to be with you, despite everything. I wanted to be with you, but if I agreed to what Maruki wanted...it wouldn't have been fair to you or anyone else. Just because I wanted something for myself for once in my life doesn't mean I wasn't allowed to ignore your wishes. I just..."

"...You really thought I died on that ship, didn't you?"

A nod he feels more than sees is the answer he's given. He sighs and brings a hand to run through Akira's hair, an attempt to soothe him.

"I'm sorry Akira. You know how I am, and back then I couldn't have let you accept that. I don't want to be controlled by someone who thinks they know what's best for me. I didn't want to be a puppet on a string again."

"I know that Goro. I knew that but I still-!"

"But nothing. It's in the past Akira, and we're here now, aren't we? I didn't die on that ship and we found each other again. You kept your promise to me, like you said you would. Everything's going to be okay, I won't leave you I promise that."

"...You mean that don't you?"

A nod. "Of course I do. And even if something were to happen that would cause us to separate again, you'd stop at nothing to make sure we would be together again, wouldn't you?"

"...Yeah. I would. I'd tear down a false reality again if I had to."

"I know you would Akira. So don't worry, okay?"

A shaky laugh. "You're making me cry, you jerk."

"Perhaps. But I mean it. I'm not going to leave you for as long as I can help it Akira. You mean...a lot to me."

"Yeah, I know that." Akira pulls back, a smile on his face despite his teary eyes. "You mean a lot to me too. I love you, so much Goro. I'm glad we met and I'm glad you were born. Don't doubt that ever, okay?"

Goro can't do much other than nod at his words, a smile on his face as he leans in, planting a kiss on Akira's lips. It's short but says more than whatever words he can think of at this moment.

"I won't. I love you too Akira. And...despite everything, I'm glad to be here too."

Akira nods at his words, pulling him closer to him, closing his eyes as the two of them hold each other close, swaying to the music slightly.

As Goro closes his eyes and lets his head come to rest in the space of Akira's neck, he can't help but feel at peace in this moment. A moment of calm, just for the two of them.

Despite everything, today doesn't seem like a bad day. It's just the beginning of a new part of his life, the life he was given another chance for. Another chance he'll cherish for as long as he can.

[qualquercoisa945]

But We Can Dance The Way We Did (Part 1)

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Title Inspiration- Secret by The Pierces (Story) and Heaven Knows by Five For Fighting (Chapter)

yeah it's a multi chapter but at least it's not a 6 parter. sorry y'all, love doesn't discriminate will take a while to be done on a different note, this is a two parter named Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead. i know most of the fandom thinks the queens just popped up in the 21st century, but the idea of the queens having lives in the modern world is too good for me not to work with. that said, i hope you enjoy this look into kitty and cleves's lives

tw warnings- fears of abandonment

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"The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect." -Luna Lovegood

Kath was fifteen when she’d first had to confront a part of her past she actually missed.

In hindsight, a dance class was an awfully fitting way for it to happen. Even if hip-hop was a far cry from the dancing styles from back then.

She’d always been a dancer- music in general was one of her passions, and she’d found herself trying out just about any style she had a chance to.

Dance studios were some of the few places her anxiety seemed to ease up a little. Even now, sat in a corner while watching people interact, she couldn’t help but feel that pre-dance excitement, even if, she conceded, it would’ve been better if she wasn’t on her own.

“‘Scuse me?” Those two words, spoken in an accent that, while she didn’t hear too often in this life, she was all too familiar with, snapped her out of her reverie and brought her to look up. She was met with a tall girl, she’d guess maybe a couple of years older than her, with short black hair and gentle brown eyes that held a familiar friendly gleam to them-

No.

It couldn’t be her.

Could it?

She shook herself out of her train of thought when she realised she had yet to reply. “Sorry, yeah?”

The girl gave a broad grin, sitting down beside her. “Name’s Anna,” shit, “nice t’meet you. Are you here on your own?”

Kath gave her a soft, slightly anxious smile. “Yeah, first class ‘n stuff. I’m Katherine, but most people just call me Kath or Kat.”

“Pretty name.” Anna mused, and for a moment Kath thought she sounded wistful, almost nostalgic. But then she kept going, back to her previous casual tone. “First class for me too. You wanna be partners if we gotta do dances in pairs?”

Kath watched as Anna held her hand out for a handshake, and for a moment she almost refused. There was still a chance she wasn’t her, and if it wasn’t, things could be come awkward really fast.

But regardless, and perhaps against her better judgement, she shook her hand. “You’re on.”

Anna gave her that same broad grin, one that was becoming increasingly familiar for the (maybe) second time, and Kath couldn’t help but smile softly in response.

But then the teacher came inside, and their conversation was cut short as they started warm up.

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The first thing Anna did upon getting home was to race to her bedroom so she could flop onto her bed and scream into her pillow until her throat felt hoarse.

It was only once she’d had to cough because of how bad her throat was getting that she stopped, flipping around to lay on her back instead of her stomach.

The third thing she did was reach for her phone, haphazardly thrown on her bedside table, and call Bessie- the one person she’d told about everything, since she would be the only one who get it. At least, at the time, she was.

As usual, she picked up within a couple moments. In the background, she could vaguely make out the sound of a zipper being closed, and then a familiar voice with the barest hint of a German accent. “Hey Anna, just finished practice, I’ll be heading home soon. What’s up?”

“Can you try and hurry?” Anna surprised herself with the vulnerability in her voice- she sounded nothing like the usual calm and slightly-arrogant personality she wore, instead sounding anxious, almost fearful.

And by Bessie’s tone, she’d noticed too. “Did something happen?”

“Kind of? Nothing bad, but it was still a lot and I just, need someone here right now.”

“I’m on my way. Do you want me to keep talking to you?”

“No, I’ll be alright, I think.” Anna promised, sitting up and pulling one of her blankets tight around herself, effectively cocooning herself in it. “Just keep an eye on your phone, yeah?”

“I got it. I’ll be there as soon as possible, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

Click.

Anna let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding once the call was over, pulling  the blanket tighter around herself as she reached for her laptop, putting on the first video that popped up on her Youtube feed and mildly interested her while her mind wandered.

She couldn’t help but worry that Bessie would think she was just imagining things. They’d stuck by each other’s sides since they were kids and Anna was showing Bessie around their school after she had moved there from England, being there for each other when no one else was. And considering neither of their parents were particularly present anyways, the moment they’d turned 18, they’d both moved to England, sharing a flat. Bessie was more family than her parents ever were, and the mere idea of losing her support was utterly terrifying.

Yet at the same time, she felt so dumb for ever doubting Bessie wouldn’t support her. And it turned into even more of an emotional conflict with the newest addition of (possibly) Kitty being back.

Because Anna would be lying if she said she didn’t still hold a stupidly large amount of guilt for what had happened to the girl she was now (hopefully) able to call a friend again. She wished she could’ve satisfied Henry, she wished she could’ve stopped the marriage, she wished she’d been able to help Kitty more, to protect her-

But wishing doesn’t get you anywhere. That was something she was more aware of than she would’ve liked.

She snapped out of her reverie by the sound of the door closing and a soft call of her name. “In my room!” She called in response, pausing the video and letting out a soft sigh as she waited to Bessie to come in.

That wait was just barely a few moments long, and soon Bessie was in her room, a bag full of snacks on one hand and her leather jacket pressed tight to her stomach. “Oh, Anna…” Her voice was soft, a drastic contrast to the usual sarcastic tone it bore, as she set the bag down by the bed and sat down beside Anna, letting the latter lean back against her with her head resting on her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around her waist. “Now, why don’t you tell me what happened, yeah?”

Anna gave a soft sigh. “So I started hip-hop classes today, right. And I get there and there’s this girl sitting in the corner by herself and I just-”

“You thought she was Katherine.” Bessie completed softly, pulling Anna closer when she nodded. “Oh, liebling, I’m sorry-”

“But here’s the thing, her name’s actually Katherine!” Anna finally let out, shifting to look into Bessie’s shocked eyes. “And- and I know that’s a weak connection in and of itself, but she sounded and acted and looked so much like her and I just…” She let out a tired, defeated sigh, leaning back against Bessie. “I think it might actually be her. And… you know how I feel about what happened, Bess, what if I’m right? Because, I want to be, I want to be with her again, but at the same time… I could’ve done more, I should’ve done more, I dunno if she would want me to be ar-”

“‘Nough of that.” Bessie’s light squeeze and soft yet firm words caused Anna to stop in her ramblings, looking at her. “I get it. We both have regrets on her past lives, and wished we could’ve done more for people we cared about back then. But it’s done. It’s all over, so dwelling on it isn’t gonna do anyone any good. If you are right, and I do hope you are, then all you can do is be there for her, if she wants you to.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“It’ll suck ass,” Bessie conceded, reaching up to lightly trace patterns on Anna’s back, “but you’ll just have to deal with it. Not much else you can do about it, I’m afraid.”

Anna let out a soft sigh, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I guess.” She mumbled out, pausing for a moment before pressing herself closer to Bessie. “Thank you for watching out for me.” She added softly, the barest hint of a smile passing by her face.

“Always, meine schwester.” Bessie promised with a soft tone, before it turned playful as she shifted to meet Anna’s eyes with a playful grin. “Now, how does a movie marathon and snacks sound?”

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Later that night, Bessie found herself laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling as memories from that afternoon raced through her mind.

For as long as she could remember, her and Anna had been there for one another. One of her earliest memories had been Anna showing her around in their kindergarten, speaking in an English that wasn’t quite fluent, which, in hindsight, was to be expected when it was just her second language and she was barely even 3 years old.

And as the years went on, they stuck by one another’s side. With their parents nearly always on business trips or filming somewhere, they were often left to be taken care of by other people, and kids at school weren’t always genuine in their attempts to befriend them. So they were each other’s anchors, the only constants in the whirlwinds their lives were.

And then they each realized who they were the reincarnation of. With Anna calling Bessie in a near panic as she went on and on, and the realization dawning on Bessie herself not long after. If anything, the whole ordeal had brought them closer- as far as they were aware, they were the only ones who understood.

And now, there was a chance that Katherine Howard was back.

She’d heard of her, of course she had- her and Anna had been close in their past lives, so it was to be expected, and she knew Anna wanted her back more than anything. And she’d sworn to herself to never wish against Anna’s happiness, but… She couldn’t help but hope for Anna to be wrong, even with the gnawing guilt she felt upon those thoughts.

Because she knew Anna loved Katherine, and she couldn’t help but fear that maybe, just maybe, Anna would let go of her for Katherine. And that scared her more than words could say.

She shook her head for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon, sitting up and letting out a soft huff. She should know better than this, damn it! Why was she working herself up over stuff that was so incredibly unlikely?

With a quiet groan, she flopped back onto the bed, shifting onto her side and curling up around herself. It was going to be a long night, she could already tell.

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Away From Here (Jaydick Fic for Fictober)

Prompt number: 2. “Just follow me, I know the area.”

Fandom : DCU

Rating: General Audience

Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death/ Non-canon compliant.

Summary : Jason dreamed that he became a killer. A man wearing a Red Helmet with guns on his hands and bodies on his feet. He waited a moment to wake up. What came instead is an 8-year-old Dick Grayson in his Robin uniform. “What do you want? Why are you showing me this dream.” “I told you, this is your future, and I’m here to save you from it. I’ll take you to a place safe from your future.”

Word count : 5k

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In his hands are smoking guns. Around him are the walls of abandoned skyscrapers he had known as his home. On his feet, is a puddle of blood flooding from the man filled with holes that lay limp in front of him. That person is not the only one bleeding, there are a lot more around him, by the roof. Some with heads snapped way to the back, holes on their face, and the only one here that could’ve done it is Jason himself.

He lets go of the guns from his trembling hands. He knows this place like the back of his hand, but suddenly, he has nowhere to run. His feet won't let him get away.

When he finally gains his senses, his instinct brings him home. The manor never felt like home, but Dick made it feel like it does.

The world feels uncanny and off-putting. Reality doesn’t feel solid, but Jason disregards it. He just wants to go home to the people that take him in.

When he does, he finds Alfred the butler that’s been the most present, looking at him with distaste then looks away. Jason felt a sharp pain in his heart, accompanied by sizzling anger, but what he wanted the most is an explanation. He doesn’t get that as his feet bring him down the hall against his will.

The hallways lead to the library where he often spends his days, then he turns the grandfather clock to open the path to the Batcave. There, Batman, even with his mask off, there’s no Bruce in that cave, only Batman. Even so, his adopted father always cares for him. Despite being his soldier, Jason is still his son. Batman looks at him, he doesn’t even look away, his furious furrowed eyes pierce through him like he had committed the greatest sin.

“I know what you did,” his adopted father growled.

On the multiple screens of the Batcomputer are someone in body armor, cargo pants, and a leather jacket. On his chest is a bat symbol painted in red. It’s a costume he has never seen before and his face is covered with a red helmet, but Jason knows that person is him. Clips of him murdering people with guns he promised he’ll never touch, snapping people’s necks, stomping them to the ground played again and again. Jason would never do that, but the feeling in his gut forced him to believe otherwise.

Again, without his permission, his body starts to move. His feet walk down the familiar hallways and sets of stairs until he finally faces Dick’s room. He knocks before he lets himself in. Dick in a tight brand-new Nightwing suit he has never seen before. Slick body-con black suit, enforced but not disrupting his beautiful form and the stark bright blue bat symbol on his chest and strips down his arms. A complete upgrade from the flashy discowing suit.

One thing that doesn’t change, is the throb in his heart whenever he sees Dick. Even when the one that’s been showing him compassion since he was adopted, is looking at him as the lowest scum of the earth.

His domino mask on hand, showing the hatred in his bright saturated blues.

“You’re a monster,” Dick spat, the coldness of his voice froze Jason on the spot.

“We should’ve let you die on the streets,” Dick approaches, and suddenly Jason feels small despite the line of his eyesight in this body is above Dick. “If I had known you’d betray me, I wouldn’t have taken you in.”

Jason screams but his mouth doesn’t move. In his forced silence in this weird world, he has no control in where he is or what he has done to deserve being abandoned again.

He tried so hard to be the soldier Batman needs, to be considerate for Alfred, and live up to Dick’s legacy as taking the Robin mantle. Did he fail again?

It wasn’t him that kill all those people. The gun was in his hand when he wakes up but Jason didn’t pull the trigger.

This must be a dream, he refuses it to be anything but.

As he thought so, he’s taken to another building with a blink of an eye. The first thing he noticed first is his bloody fist, and when the world becomes clear, he sees another body on his feet. It’s the only body laying on the floor, not one of those goons in black.

For the horrible sickening feeling of disgust at the back of his throat, his heart is oddly calm when he sees himself there. A bloody Robin that’s been beaten to death. The swollen face and busted lips bring back bad memories. He kneels down with his grown-up body, again without his consent, and takes off Robin’s domino mask. It’s not him.

His heart pounds a million beats per minute, and when he finally regains control of his body, the shock drops his body to the floor

“No,” he whispered his first word ever since entering this dream. Eyes gawking, horrified at the child in front of him.

“This isn’t a dream,” Whispered a voice he recognized. Another child appeared beside him, wearing the first Robin uniform with those scaly green boyshorts.

Little 8-year-old Dick Grayson kneels beside him with his little palms on Jason’s shoulder that looks even bigger now. How did he get so big? And how did Dick get so small? Guess, in a dream, everything is possible.

“But it isn’t Jay,” Says the first Robin, putting his gloved hands on each of Jason’s cheek, cradling his face gentler than one would a baby. Despite the bizarre things presented in front of him, he feels calm at Dick’s presence.

“Then what is this?” Jason decides to play along.

“This is your future,” Dick waves his hand behind him and in front of Jason, formed a mirror.

He looked at himself, and he looked like him from the clips on Batcomputer, but now he’s wearing a Robin costume, different from the one used by the boy that he presumed dead. His face grows large, more square and elongated than the last time he sees himself. He looks old, an adult. Like a mad man with the blood all over his face. Like his mother, with the bruises all over his face.

“His name is Tim, Tim Drake. In the near future, you’ll be replaced by him.” Dick lay his face on top of his head and his hand on the side of his face.

Both of them are looking at the mirror. The far difference of age in their look doesn’t feel real.

Then he looks away from the mirror, to where the boy named Tim still lay with lifeless eyes opened and staring at Jason.

“No, they wouldn’t do that to me, they wouldn’t abandon me, and you told me you won’t ever hate me, you told me that’s impossible,” Jason croaked to the little Robin beside him.

“Oh, sweet boy,” Dick tips his jaw with those little fingers, now that he thinks about it, it’s damning how little he was when he became a soldier. “I’m not Dick, your mind sees me as him because you trust him.”

“What do you want? Why are you showing me this dream.”

“I told you, this is your future, and I’m here to save you from it. I’ll take you to a place safe from your future.”

“A safe place? Where?”

“Somewhere far away, where you’ll always be young, where you’ll always be happy. To a land far away from this.” His voice soft and kind as he can be, so flattering as his voice have emotion too mature for his age.

“No... there’s no such place, you’re just an imagination. I’ll wake up soon, and I’ll forget you.”

“I am as real as you, and you’ll never forget me, I promise you.” It hurts how earnest Dick’s cute little face begged in agony, “Please, I’m trying to save you.”

“I don’t need saving!” Jason roared, and only now he hears himself with such a deep voice like Bruce’s. He shoves Dick away and stands up on his feet, towering above the dead Robin and Dick, “I’m Robin!”

“And Tim Drake knew that,” Dick adds eerily calm. “Find him, and you’ll know what I say is the truth,” Dick approaches with solemn eyes and a grimly pursed lips. “Call for me when you changed your mind, I’ll come to save you.”

“But, I don’t know who you are.”

Dick jumps up and loops his arms around Jason’s neck. The first affection he received in this odd dream.

Then Jason wakes up in his bed.

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 He couldn’t tell his dreams to anyone, not even to Dick who senses that Jason is holding back something. The cursed dream where little Robin appeared sticks in his head for the whole year. One day he just breaks and looks for this Tim Drake.

He doesn’t need to look up to Tim Drake, everyone in the city knew the multi-millionaire Drake family and their darling young and only son. He doesn’t even need to come to his house, because the kid appeared in between dark alleyways when Jason was patrolling.

He lands right behind Tim who jolts rigidly as his wide blue eyes twinkle.

“Robin! I-I-I-I-I was just...” he looks down to his camera and holds it tightly.

Of course Jason is angry. Why would Tim Drake go out in the night with cameras out if not for the intention to jeopardize their identity? But seeing his batman backpack, and Robin shoes says that his intention is otherwise. That and how small and so young Tim is, he couldn’t be older than 9. He wondered when –if his dream is real– that Tim replaced him.

No, no way. It’s just a dream. A stupid dream.

“You know who I am, don’t you Tim Drake?”

The child clutches his camera closer to his chest, looking down at his red, yellow and green shoes.

“I do,” He admits.

For now, Jason just smiled, “A little genius aren’t you?” He put his hands on top of Tim’s rubbing gently and messing up Tim’s hair. “Don’t go out too often alright? It’s dangerous out here. Promise me.”

“O-Okay, I’ll go out less,” Tim says with a cute furious blush.

Just to coax Tim more, Jason takes a selfie with Tim and promised to visit him in his room if Tim goes out less. The kid is cute, almost pure, it’s hard to imagine someone like Tim to be a Robin. That just adds another proof that it’s just a dream.

With a big smile and enthusiastic wave, they parted ways.

Jason goes back to Dick’s place that night. Wearing Dick’s hoodie that’s too big for him and training pants that need to be rolled 4 times to not make him stumble.

“You’re gonna tell me what’s this about?” Dick puts down a cup of chamomile tea on the coffee table in front of Jason.

“You’re not gonna believe me,” he turned himself into a ball and shrinks even deeper to the plump sofa.

Dick put his own tea on the table and scoots closer to Jason, “Oh c’mon, I’ve been in space and see the most fucked up shit, try me.”

Jason reasonably hesitated, but Dick’s twinkly eyes and cat-like smile is working too well on him. With a defeated sigh, Jason scoots closer and lands his head on Dick’s shoulder.

“I had a bad dream, it was a year ago but I keep remembering it. Now I confirmed that some pieces of the dream are true.”

“Oh... bad dreams huh,” Dick deflated, putting an arm around Jason’s curled shoulders, “yeah I got them too... Sucks that you already got it.”

“It came with the job huh?”

“Sadly it is, it’s not the safest job. You can still tap out if you want, just be a kid and go to school.”

Jason actually liked the idea, and maybe he’ll avoid the future that comes near him... no way, that was a dream. Maybe Tim’s name in his dream is just a coincidence. A thing of Deja Vu. There’s no way that nightmare is his future. He won’t become that person he looked in the mirror. That’s not him, he won’t beat Tim up, he won't kill people, he won’t betray Dick.

“No, I like kicking ass.”

Dick chuckled, “Okay, just know that the option is there. What did you dream about anyway?”

“Nothing, I think it’s just a Deja Vu thing.”

Jason stayed the night, sleeping with Dick in his cramped single bed.

It’s not the first time Jason slept over at Dick’s but he can never get used to sleeping next to him. His body gets sensitive and over-conscious of the one next to him. At 3 am, he’s still wide awake. Whenever he does, he sits up on the side of the bed and just marvels at Dick’s sleeping face.

It’s like looking at snow white sleeping in a casket of glass, beautiful and out of reach. Even though he’s touching him, there’s an invisible glass that divides them. Dick sleeps deeply and always a tornado of a sleeper, but Jason never complained, because he’ll always get tangled between Dick’s limbs. It helps that Dick is a heavy sleeper and he won’t wake up when Jason snuggles close and steal a big hug.

Dick is in a fetal position, back curling towards where Jason sits. He dared himself to comb back the soft strands of hair from Dick’s beautiful face, sighing dreamily at the sight.

Dick doesn’t hate him, they promised they’ll be there for each other, and Jason meant to carry that promise for the rest of his life. He won't let him down, and he won't let his dream become a reality.

One day, when he’s older, when he can stand up on his own two feet, when he became an adult of a sort, he’ll tell Dick all the things he wanted to say.

Jason cradled the back of Dick’s head and dared himself to kiss the corner of his eyes. He slipped in between Dick’s arms and tuck his head under Dick’s jaw, his own arms wrapped around his built torso. He’s still not sleepy from this closeness, his heart in joyfully dancing. Jason lets it frolic, and enjoy the night awake in Dick’s arms.

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 His mother died. His real mother.

What’s left in this musty dim warehouse is him with hands tied tightly on his back and a ticking time bomb sets on top of stacked boxes across the room. He tried the door, but it’s locked from the outside. There are hundreds of ideas in his head on how he escape this situation, but he saw the time on the bomb. Three seconds left, and he just slumped to the floor with the door on his back and close his eyes. Awaiting the explosion to take him.

At least this way, the far future he was shown is wrong. He’ll never be that monster.

“Jason,” Calls a voice of the dream.

Jason cracks his eyes open and sees Dick, grown-up this time with the slick black Nightwing suit with blue streaks on his arms and legs and chest. As much as he wants this to be a reality, it’s not. The clock stops at 00:01. Not only the clock, if he squints, the dust in the air had paused too.

Dick takes off his blue domino mask, looking down from where he’s standing with inhumane crystal blue eyes.

“Come with me Jason,” Dick persuades as he descends to his knees. His striped blue fingers crawl to the knot on Jason’s wrist. With simple touches, Jason’s hands are free.

Dick put his hand on top of Jason’s, now both of them are sitting on the grimy warehouse floor. His eyes won’t let him go, and Jason can’t look away.

“You’re... you’re going to kill me aren’t you?” Jason whispered, the morbid question somehow doesn’t scare him.

“I would never, I just wanted to protect you from your future.”

Jason remembered his dream again, and he started to hate himself, “Or were you trying to protect them from who I’ll become?”

“No, never,” Dick growled, he doesn’t look angry, but his firm voice weighs tons of tension. “There’s a lot of pain in your future, I want to protect you from it.”

Jason looks at the bomb, “But... I’m going to die, there’s no way I’ll grow up.”

Dick shook his head, “Six months after you die, you will be revived, awaken a different man filled with vengeance.”

“Why... why would I want vengeance?”

Dick looks at him solemnly, and looks at the bomb, “You’ll die here,” he says grimly. “Even so, Bruce didn’t avenge you, he let the Joker run free, and then, he’ll replace you with Tim.”

And that’s when Jason wavers. He wants to believe that none of it is real. However, he’s not afraid of the doppelganger in front of him. He might not be Dick, but, Jason clung to him as if he is.

“I don’t want to die,” Jason croaks.

Dick... the fake Dick smiled, “I’m not here to kill you, I’m just taking you away.”

“Where?”

Dick stood up and extend his hand, “Come, I’ll show you.”

It’s not that there’s no sliver of mistrust, but when Jason sees him, he remembers his dream as clearly as it just happened yesterday. His bloody fist, their distasteful faces. It makes his blood runs cold, like a dread burning on his throat, choking the life out of him when he sees what the future foresees him to become.

He takes Dick’s hand, “I’m not coming with you.”

The fake Dick doesn’t express any anomaly, but he paused, “Why?”

“Whatever I’ll do wrong, I’ll say I’m sorry. Wherever you’re taking me, I don’t want to be in a world where there’s no him.”

“What if they’ll never forgive you?”

The possibility drops a ton of weight on his heart. Even so, he eyes this being in front of him, dead on the soul. Even though he’s not sure if his imagination is truly alive and sentient, he can see a person behind those eyes.

“Even you don’t know about that,” Jason answered.

With a stoic face, Dick wraps him in a hug, “As you wish my child.”

Jason closed his eyes, and the light burns behind his eyelids. He only heard the explosion for a split second, and he didn’t even feel pain when he passes.

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 Jason returned from the grave without a soul. The pit heals him wrong, and a few pieces of memory are lost with his sanity.

It all came back when his rage is at his peak and he goes head to head with Tim, his replacement.

Among the hits they landed on each other’s faces, one breaks the cage that keeps his memory suppressed

In a blink of an eye, a memory worth years pours into his conscious. In that one second of distraction, the new Robin’s incoming bo staff heading towards his head slowly. The bo arched by the sheer speed and strength that his replacement –that little Tim he met then– is putting.

It’s coming closer slowly, and Jason can dodge that easily. He doesn’t though.

Fighting with an intent to kill made this teenager opponent do the same. The hit on his head rings loudly and the tump of the metal bo against his skull made a loud and silencing thud. The hit threw him sideways just by the pillar, and he fell to the awaiting 20-meter drop.

A drop that never came.

In the next blink, Jason is already on the ground in the arms Dick in his BPD uniform. He saw him in this uniform A few months ago when he researched him. The job suits him. Though he knows this Dick isn’t real. Through the years of research, he knows who this person is now.

“I’m not a child anymore, you couldn’t save me,” Jason groaned. His head and body limp when Tim hits the balance and motoric function out of him. His vision grows sharp, and now he can see the new Robin jumping off the pillar with a retracting gun shooting forward, trying to catch Jason in mid-air.

The entity smiles and emits white light. It blinds him for a few seconds, but when it finally cleared, a beautiful woman with pale skin and white hair covered in veil takes over Dick’s form.

“Where did you take them?” Jason asked about the children.

“A better place than their future,” the woman’s voice sounds light and compassionate, it warms him wholly, almost having a lethargic effect on Jason.

“But you don’t know one’s future... just now, it’s supposed to be Tim in this floor bleeding, but it’s me this time. I can... I can change my future.”

The shining woman express no emotions, but the way she caresses Jason’s face says the opposite.

“I’m sorry my child, I failed to protect you.” She pressed her forehead on top of Jason’s, veiling him in her veil as well.

“I don’t... need protecting... I don’t need saving.”

“I’m not here to save you, I’m here to see you off.”

“What?”

“You’ve died before you hit the ground.”

“No... how do I... It’s just a hit in the head.”

“Too strong to a place it shouldn’t have.”

Jason stares blankly to the woman’s pale blue eyes. Her lips –that are almost as white as her skin– curled slightly downwards. For that moment in her arms, Jason can’t feel angry or regretful. He planned so many things ahead, his revenge, the Joker, his father, he wanted answers from his father. Even though he couldn’t get them now, all he feels now is relieve. The future he remembered had haunted him, and now he’s going to be freed from it.

Only one face that stops him though. The nights he spent with Dick, his sleeping face as Jason quietly stares.

A tear fall to his side as he looks up to where Tim is still falling slowly.

“Shall we go now, Jason?” she softly thread her voice.

“Can I... can I have a few seconds? Please, I need to say something to Tim,” Jason’s voice level and serene.

“Yes you may, it’s the last thing I could do to atone my failure,” her glowing hands gently pressed on top of Jason’s chest.

When Jason blinks again, his head is on the floor and Tim is checking his pulse with shaking hands. As Jason takes off his mask, Tim jolts, but relieved.

“Oh... oh thank god you’re alive, I didn’t mean to... you’re supposed to dodge and I would’ve-”

“Tim listen, I don’t have much time,” Jason blinks a couple of times, and he can see clearly the destruction they’ve created. The third Robin takes off his mask too, and his blue eyes are on the brink of tears. For a moment, Jason can see the tiny baby Tim, just being a fan, now basked in blood and bruises.

“This isn’t your fault... I’m sorry.”

“Wha- that... did I hit your head too hard?” Tim chuckled, though the morbid fear still clear on his face.

“Yeah, you’re a good fighter kid, you fit Robin just fine,” Jason lightly punches Tim on the shoulder. “You always have gut since you were a kid, you’re gonna make a great Robin.”

“You... you remembered me.”

“Of course I do,” Jason sees her behind Tim and smiled. “Tell Dick that I...” the words stuck behind his throat, weighed down by his heavy heart.

Oh, he can’t meet Dick anymore. He’ll never see him again.

His mind travels back when he was still a small tween. Making excuses to sleepover at Dick’s, slipping a hug when he’s asleep. The nights he spent watching him close, too high-strung to sleep just because they’re touching each other. The days when Dick’s offline is agony, and he remembers counting days until his 17th birthday to finally able to approach him.

He promised himself that he’ll tell Dick what he felt when he grows up, it seems that the only one he disappoints is himself.

“You can tell him himself,” Tim breathed, “Stop making that face, why are you saying these things?” his relieve turns into fear.

A hand landed on top of Tim’s and when he looks up, Jason knows Tim can see her too.

“You...” Tim breathed, eyes wide and lips hang in disbelieve, “I thought you were just a myth.”

She smiled as her slender glowing fingers caress along Tim’s jaw, “There’s going to be a lot of hardship in front of you, but your soul is pure and your future is bright, you’re going to be just fine.”

Jason is clutching her hands, and he sees body on the floor, no longer breathing. His line of eyesight is shorter, and the woman seems a lot taller, just like how he used to look up to Dick when he was little.

Tim jumped into a fighting stance, wary of the glowing being and him.

The being looks down towards him and smile, a sign. As she walks, Jason feels calm when he’s pulled to where she’s heading.

“You can’t take him!” Tim shrieked but they didn’t stop. “Jason! You haven’t told me what to tell Dick yet.”

Jason stops, so does her. There’s a heavy lump in his soul, and she looks at him, smiling and nodding in comprehension.

“It’s okay Tim, I’ll tell him myself.” He looks back, passing Tim a bright smile, “Don’t forget what I told you!”

Then Jason disappears.

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 Chills run down his spine as the wind blows. He shouldn’t be able to feel those wind through his secure Nightwing suit.

He looks back to where the wind that brushed against his soul. The feeling in his heart makes him look up to the dark starless sky and found nothing. In that rooftop where he stood and searched for trouble, he spun around to where this feeling comes from.

At last, a boy materialized at the corner of the roof. He couldn’t believe his eyes. For a moment he thought he was under an influence, but there’s this serenity deep in his soul that called to the boy as someone dear.

Without his domino mask, the second Robin –Jason– is smiling with that toothy smile. A pinch twinged his heart, seeing Jason so small and in his old Robin suit. Boyish and innocent, his brother. For a solid second, he thought he was dreaming. But the reality is still intact and there’s his Jason, running towards him.

Dick catches him in mid-air, hugging him tightly. The warmth pressed against him, the small pair of arms that loops around his shoulder are squeezing tears from his eyes. The feeling of this contact hits too deep inside his broken heart. Too familiar to the days when he takes Jason in, when Dick has an adoring brother, before Jason died.

“How?” Dick croaks into Jason’s tiny shoulder. Detaching his arms from Jason’s back, the boy landed on the ground below, looking up with bright blue eyes filled with admiration and love, like he always does.

Jason tiptoed up to comb his bangs to the back of his ear, just like the nights he did when he thought Dick was asleep. Jason seems speechless as if overwhelmed, and his eyes brimming with tears.

“Without you, I would’ve lived without knowing what it felt like to have a family, to feel loved. So, thank you, for taking me in, for being there for me,” a tear falls down his rosy cheek, “I just wished I had enough time to return it to you.”

Dick feels his heart just sank into the abyss, he hates what Jason is implying.

“Jason, you... still can. You’re back right? You’re alive, you’re Red Hood... I don’t know what this is, but...” his words trail out to nothing when Jason shakes his head.

Jason wraps Dick in a hug, small but strong arms wrapped around his waist, “Goodbye, Dickie.”

A whine caught behind his throat, choking him out, and the pain in his heart feels physical. He wonders why he accepts this as it is, but somehow, he just knows.

Dick wraps his arms around Jason’s shoulder. With a hand on the back of his head, Dick pulls Jason closer and bury his face on top of his nest of hair. Inhaling the familiar scent, Dick’s tears fall on the blades of black and sobs.

“I love you, Jason.”

His little brother steps back, eyes wide as his expression broke. Something in his eyes that says something to him, something that Dick couldn’t point out, something that Jason won’t say.

“I love you too, Dick” Jason cried, grasping Dick’s hand tightly before finally letting go.

Dick tried to hold on to him, but he just slips through his hand. Just before he goes fully transparent, he sees a woman in the direction Jason is running.

It was only a glimpse, but Dick knows who she is, the savior of the tortured children. A lost soul of a woman that haunts the living and ‘saving’ children from their suffering. She takes the children’s soul and left their body in a state of comatose.

And she reaps the lives of adult grown up from the children she failed to save, giving them death without pain.

If Jason chose to go with her when he was young, he wouldn’t have died so horribly.

But he did anyway.

Dick just hoped Jason knew that he’s glad Jason chose to stay longer. Long enough for Dick to have these precious memories to live with now that he’s inevitably gone from the world.

[bucky-iss-bae]

Little Miss CEO - (Billy Russo x Reader) - Part 3

Part 3 of Little Miss CEO - Hope you all enjoy x Links to Part 1 and 2 are at the bottom x 

Fandom: Marvels The Punisher

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 2700 ish 

Warnings: 

Summary: Billy and Y/N get set up by their friends, but they clash heads more than they get on. He thinks she’s a gold digger bitch and she thinks he’s Mr Obnoxious, are either of them, everyone else thinks that they’re too stubborn for their own good and probably get on.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, any feedback is welcome x

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Little Miss CEO Part 2 

Little Miss CEO - Part 3 

Karen didn’t get the chance to grill me until Thursday night, that’s how long the week was. I was trying to make sure I had all my work done so by the weekend I wouldn’t need to do anything, depending on if I get drunk, or not I would at least have time to myself.

“Ok, so. You told me you’ve got an official date tomorrow night. But you haven’t told me how it came to that. Literally, the last time I saw the two of you together, you were ready to fight him, and you’re rarely ready to fight someone”

“Yeah, then he walked into my office Monday morning, changes his ways. I mean, I was wary of him when he came into my office a few days ago. Honestly, thought he stood me up when he was nearly twenty minutes late, but then I don’t know, because I didn’t have any expectations, I think we really clicked”

“Does that mean that personality is also on there? Because I’m pretty sure that means he’s ticking all the boxes”

I narrowed my eyes at her, “Shut up” I threw something at her and she just laughed,

“You know, you need to be open to relationships right?” She started calmly, “Maybe this is the change you need. I mean you’ve moved past everything that happened, I mean you’ve made something amazing of yourself and you’re in a good place right now. What’s stopping you?”

“I... I don’t know. I found you and you made me realise that sure not all friends are snakes. I mean I felt like I had to build my relationships up from the ground all over again. But you made that so much easier, everyone at work made it easier. And I know my siblings are fine, I just feel so happy and like everything is perfect, I feel like I don’t want to move things on in case they don’t work out. You know what I get like. When I like someone I like them a lot. Sure I’m not obsessive but I, well I wear my heart on my sleeve and I hate it”

“It's not a bad thing Y/N. Just take... take a chance. And I know that you are, by going on the date, but I know you, you’ll have your walls up. You’ll joke in a way to show you haven’t got romantic feels. Just... be yourself. I promise you if he hurts you in a way where it’s not mutual. I’ll let you sort him out”

I snorted at that, “I... I want to take it slow even if something does happen out of it. I mean I told him about the shit that happened. I mean that got rid of any toxic friends I had.”

“Yeah, and now your ex-best friend works as one of your sister's nurses. Your sister is the senior surgeon right?”

I grinned, “My sister is a senior surgeon, and one of my brothers is a lawyer in Philly the other working in the CIA. They’re doing well, especially since the twins were a handful”

“Good, and so are you. So you should let yourself have fun. All your main responsibilities are looking after themselves and their families now, why not you?”

I took what she said in. It’s true. My siblings, I raised during my teenage life, and early twenties. My brother that’s a lawyer has a kid, he joined the Marines as soon as he left school, then got into Columbia at 22, graduated and got accepted to a top law firm and has worked his way up. Using what my parents left for them got them through college now my sister, a prodigy, is living her best life doing what she enjoys, saving lives. My brothers the same.

I used what I could from my own savings while I was working two jobs at once, and what was left of my parents will, to invest in my company. And I did. I got past the shit I was put through, got me some real friends, got me, my family. Got me my own business. Now going to go get me, a life.

“I just fucking realised, I’m going on a date with your man’s best friend. How long you been setting this up for?” I asked her.

“Oh you know... we thought it crashed and burned last Friday. Imagine our surprise when we found out that he walks into your office. And somehow despite us both telling each of you to lay off of work. It’s what bought you two together”  

I shook my head, “You can say this again after the date”

**

The date came around so much quicker than I thought. It was 6pm on Friday, I had just finished up my paperwork. Locked up my office and decided I’m not coming back this weekend. I can do what I need to at home.  

It took nearly an hour to get back home, I mean come on rush hour traffic in New York City on a Friday night. It was tragic. But at 10 past 7 I realised, I had yet to shower, do my hair, my makeup, and choose an outfit. And I can’t even do that when I don’t have a deadline.

I started with my shower. And as soon as I had finished I wrapped my hair in my towel and walked into my wardrobe. Having such a good job, one of the first things I had done was get a new apartment with Karen. We have an above average apartment. And I put that much down for the deposit that we pay basically the same amount we did before but in a nicer place, a much nicer place. 

I chose my outfit, it was a plain black jumpsuit that was comfortable and complimented my figure. I then dried my hair and let it fall naturally. I put on some makeup, I wasn’t over the top, but enough.

“Karen” I called walking out of my room. She was at the kitchen island pouring some wine in a few glasses and Frank was on the couch.

He looked at me as did Karen, “You’re running a little late aren’t you?” Frank asked looking at his watch, “How long till my boy gets here?”

I snorted at that, “Like you don’t know”

“Yeah, he should be here in the next few minutes. It’s nearly 8 right?”

I rolled my eyes, “You both know that as well. I’m not even nearly ready. But Karen, do I look alright?” I asked her.

She smiled, “You look good. I promise you. When was the last time you had a date”

“Fuck knows if I’m being real right now.”

“It’ll be fine. Billy ain’t the twat he was last week alright”

“I’m taking your work on that Castle. Same for you Karen.” I smirked at her.

She grinned, “What shoes you wearing?”

“Some heels. You think it’ll be ok?” I asked. I had some simple black heels in my mind. 

“Go put them on, also your eyeliner... it looks a little smudged on your right eye”

I grimaced and walked to the closest mirror, “you’re full of shit Karen” I said seeing my just about perfect eyeliner. Well perfect for me.

She laughed and before she could say anything there was a knock at the door.

The other two looked at one another and before I could even move to answer the door Frank had jumped over my couch and ran to my door.

“For fuck's sake” I groaned,

“You shh, and go finish getting ready?” Karen said sending me away.

I grimaced and walked away to my room grabbing my shoes and bag. I heard Frank answering to Billy,

“The fuck are you doing here?” Billy asked Frank,  

“Y/N is like my sister Bill. Why wouldn’t I be here? And where are her flowers Bill? Thought you would be a gent”

I didn’t hear Billys reply, but I walked out there all ready to leave.

“Hey” I smiled at him, both Billy and Frank were stood at the door, “I’m good to go” I said to Billy.

“Nah, lets bring him inside for a little while. You guys aren’t in a rush are you?”

“You don’t even live here Frank. And you're inviting him into my place?” I asked with a laugh, “Also, aren’t you supposed to be his best friend.”

“Yeah... but c’mon, I’m trying to look out for ya, you know”

“I know, and I appreciate it. Thank you”

He grinned, “You kids have fun now.”

I rose my eyebrows but walked past Frank and towards Billy.

He smiled once he saw me, and both of us left.  

“You look really good by the way.” He smiled at me,

“Thank you, so do you”

He snorted at that, “I had to change it up again because I wear suits to much”

I laughed at that, he was wearing a polo top, with some jeans and he looked really good his arms were just... amazing. 

We walked down to his car and in his car he had some flowers, “For you. Sorry I didn’t give them to you up there. I know what Frank is like and knew he would be there”

I let out a small laugh, “They’re beautiful, thank you. And you really predicted Frank would be there?”

“Yeah, I know him too well for him not to take the opportunity when he has it” He said once he opened the door for me. I got in the car and he went around getting into the driver’s side.

“I didn’t realise he was there only minutes before you got there. I literally got ready in like 50 minutes. That’s an extreme sport”

He laughed, “Damn, you’re making me look bad. I had to leave work early because I was panicking. Then I had no clue what I should wear, how I looked. Then all I saw were the scars, and I didn’t know what type of food you would like, that’s when I called Frank who asked Karen, and well, I think I got stuff sorted. I think”

I smiled across at him, “I thought I was nervous, but then my nervous means avoiding everything until it gets to the thing I’ve been nervous about. But anyway, where we going?”

“We’re going to a... dive bar?” he asked looking at me.

I rose my eyebrows, “Ok cool, a repeat of a few days ago then yeah?”

He grinned and shook his head, “Nah, I was messing. We’re going to some up class restaurant that’s like 30 floors high. A nice rooftop restaurant. Got the lights of the city. Apparently, you’ve been wanting to go there for a while?”

“Wow. How do you get this organised in one afternoon?”

“Well, a chef that has catered past events for me, he knows all the good chefs in the city, asked if he knew the head chef at this place, he does and well it worked some form of magic apparently”

“Wow. I’m impressed Russo”

“Good. I feel like its difficult to impress a girl like you”

My jaw dropped, “A girl like me? How?” I asked.

“Because most girls get impressed at money. You don’t roll that way because you make money. I mean, I could most likely take you to McDonald's and you’d be happy, you were so quick to accept the dive bar”

“Oh hell yeah, just because I’m a PT, get me a good burger and we’ll be best friends”

He laughed at that, “Damn, this place better serve the best burgers you’ve ever had then”

I smiled across at him, “Awhh you wanna be my best friend if you wanna get me the best burger huh?”

He laughed, “Don’t know how Frank would feel about that. Same goes for Karen”

“Lets be real, how would I feel about it? I mean you’ve proven you’re not as obnoxious as I thought you were, I mean you managed to get me on a date, after being an obnoxious prick”

He laughed at that, “It took a bit of hard work. But it was worth it”

“Damn right it better be worth it, my time is valuable Russo” I joked.

He laughed and we soon got there, it was beautiful, I didn’t feel over or underdressed. It was a casual place, an over-nice casual place that looked like an Instagram hotspot.

We were seated as he already made a reservation whereas most people had to book exactly two weeks in advance and well those advance bookings go like wildfire.

We were both seated along the balcony and something nothing beats the way your home city looks at sunset.

Both Billy and I spoke and laughed for ages getting to know one another. It wasn’t every day that someone puts so much effort into a date especially since this time last week we were ready to kill one another.

**

Flowers. He got me flowers. The Monday after probably the most amazing, (Don’t tell Karen) but an amazing date and he got me flowers. Friday night we were there for hours, we moved from the dining area to the bar, we stayed at the bar till we were both too drunk to do anything, he called someone who works for him to get his car and the both of us took a taxi back to our places. I didn’t go to his or stay at his because I’m a lady, but when I’m drunk I’m loud as fuck, both Karen and Frank were at home. I woke them both up, had to act serious. Had to somehow get to my room, and well despite suffering a hangover the following day, and teasing from Frank and Karen. It was worth it.

But now, Monday morning back at work, my receptionist comes into my office with flowers and a note.

“Um, these are for you. From Bill Russo at Anvil?” She asked with a sly smirk on her face.

I blushed bright red at that, “Wow, ok. Wow” I said taking them off of her. There was a cute message with the flowers and I just grinned like a fool.

“So I couldn’t help but notice. They’re some nice flowers” She said with a shit eating grin.

“Shut up, they’re so cute”  

“Although when I left him in here last week you two looked like you were ready to kill one another”

I shrugged, “That was then, this is now”

She snorted at that, “Uh huh. So how was your date? Did you go on a date or is he still trying to woo you?”

“So last week after work, we met up. Just got to know one another and set our differences aside. He then asks me on a date for Friday, takes me to the Rooftop bar, and it was such a nice night. We really hit it off, and his best friend is also dating my best friend. And they teased me, him, us so much. And we’ve been talking all weekend and now, he thinks it's acceptable to be really cute and send me flowers? Why is that allowed?”

“Maybe he like, likes you” She sang

“Yeah well, maybe I like, like him” I bit back, “Ew no. I don’t like feeling like this shit. Why did he do this”

“Hah, you have to deal with feelings” she scoffed out. 

I grimaced, I did have to deal with feelings and I didn’t like it. But I do like it. A lot.

I sent Karen a snap of the flowers because she had to know, if she didn’t know then well there would be trouble.

She told me how cute they are, and then I messaged Billy saying thank you to which he replied with a message about me liking them. But we once again spoke all day.

It went on like this for a few weeks. We went on a few dates, they were great but I was also getting some feelings. I really don’t know how to feel about that.

But the way our dynamics changed from when we first met amazes me because he seems like a different person. And it’s not the way in which he was a prick when we first met. Although he was I assumed he was like that towards everyone and anyone when he first meets them. Instead he had his barriers up in front of someone new. He explained to me how he doesn’t like to show himself to others. I understood this, and felt the same, yet we were kicking down one another's barriers, and let me tell you, thinking back to that Friday night, has made such a difference. 

Little Miss CEO part 4

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A/N: Hope you liked their date, and hope you’re all liking this so far. Next part should be up soon xoxo 

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Moondust on the Titanic ‖ Chapter 3

Fandom: Servamp Pairings: KuroMahi, LawLicht (side) Characters: Kuro, Mahiru, Hyde, Licht, Tsurugi

Summary: Mahiru meets Kuro on the ship of dreams, the Titanic. (Titanic AU, Fem Mahiru) This AU is actually something I discussed with @damucochan. It turned out way longer than I thought it would be so i split it up into parts.

This chapter does have the “Draw me like one of your french girls” scene.

Ch.1 // Ch.2 // (Ch.3) // Ch.4

“This I need to say; You have stolen my heart; Please don’t go away.” Mahiru sang softly as she skipped across the deck. She felt a little tipsy and Kuro thought the night air would help her become sober again. He watched her twirl and sway to the song of the ocean. The moonlight highlighted her fair skin and he remembered how soft her hand felt in his as they danced.

“La-da-dum. I don’t remember the rest of the words.” She laughed at herself. She leaned back against the rail and she almost slipped backwards. Kuro kept her from falling into the water by wrapping his arms around her waist. Mahiru giggled and rested her head against his chest. “I had so much fun tonight. Will there be another party tomorrow? I would love to dance again.”

“I don’t think so.” Disappointment crossed her face and he tried to think of something he could say to make her smile again. He didn’t have much to give her and that thought squeezed his chest. When did her smile become so important to Kuro?

Mahiru leaned her head back and stared up at the stars. She trusted Kuro not to let her go. The stars looked so far away yet she held the moon in her hands. Kuro’s light hair was the colour of moondust to her and she brushed his bangs from his face. “So, beautiful.”

“The sky is clear tonight. It makes you feel small when you’re staring at a million stars.” Kuro thought she was referring to the sky. He looked up to admire the stars with her. They caught a glimpse of a shooting star passing over the boat. “Did you know the Greeks believed shooting stars occurred when the gods looked down at us. It’s the best time to make a wish because you know the gods are watching.”

“Unfortunately, everything I would wish for, I can’t have.” Her own words brought Mahiru back to reality. She slipped out of his arms and looked towards the first class entrance. Mahiru sighed and then said, “I should return before my family starts to worry. Thank you for the wonderful night, Kuro.”

“Mahiru,” He said her name but he couldn’t find anything else he could say to make her stay. Kuro gently took her hand. Instead of voicing the words in his heart, he said: “The song you were singing earlier. The next lyric is: I won’t give up on us.”

“In my heart, you will stay.” She finished the song. With those words lingering between them, she slipped her fingers from his.

“You wanted to speak with me, Grandmother?” Mahiru entered the private sitting room. Aside from a few maids, the only ones in the room was her grandmother and Kazuma. Her body tensed when she saw the two because she knew that they wanted to discuss the engagement. She would have to face them eventually so she decided to enter the room.

She sat down at the table and placed a napkin on her lap. Mahiru went through the motions like she had been trained to do since she was a child. She wanted to address the issue immediately but she bit her tongue. She was taught that she had to wait for others to address her before she was allowed to speak. Her grandmother placed her teacup down and the china clicked loudly.

“Mahiru, we have set a date for your wedding with Kazuma. Grandma wants you to be happy so I have made a list of acceptable bridesmaid’s gowns and flowers you may choose from. I will leave you and your new fiancé to discuss your wedding.” She stood and left the room before Mahiru could tell her that she didn’t want to marry Kazuma.

“Dresses and flowers are for women so I will leave these matters to you. I have more pressing matters to focus on.” He slid the list towards Mahiru. Kazuma’s condescending tone made her brows furrow. She tried to think of how she could politely reject him. Then, he said: “It seems like you had an adventure below deck with that gutter rat. I will not tolerate that behaviour after we’re married.”

“Did you have someone follow me? How dare you? I am not a worker in one of your mines. I am not even your fiancé! No matter what my grandmother has promised you, I have no intention of participating. You are rude, violent and sexist. No amount of money can make me marry you.” Mahiru thrust the papers back to him. “Excuse me while I tell my grandmother the same.”

“I will not be made a fool of!” His sudden, violent outburst made her jump out of her seat. Mahiru backed away from him when he hit the table so hard that the tea set shook and clattered. “I was promised that you will be my wife and you will behave as such. Do not talk back to me.”

“Why are you so determined to marry me? We are not a good match nor do we love each other. Is the reason because you know the only way you can secure a wife is an arranged marriage?” She bit back. She saw his anger flare and she grabbed a teacup. Before he could strike her, Mahiru threw the tea at him. The hot water stopped him long enough for her to run out of the room.

Mahiru no longer cared about the way people stared at her as she dashed down the hall. She couldn’t stand the life her grandmother forced on her. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. She remembered the last time she felt trapped and she thought of Kuro. Mahiru managed to find the stairs despite her tears blurring her vision. She wiped her eyes and followed the numbers lining the doors.

She stopped in front of Room 1231.

The moment Kuro answered her knock, Mahiru ran into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. Kuro was confused but he tenderly stroked her brown hair. His heart ached when he saw the tears in her eyes. He could see that Mahiru was trying her best to keep the tears from falling. He wiped away a stray tear on his thumb and then he brushed his fingers over her cheek.

Kuro gently led her into his room where Mahiru could have more privacy. He was glad that his brother discretely left the room. The third class cabin didn’t have much but he did his best to make her comfortable. He placed a pillow on the chair before she sat down. He squeezed her hands lightly to comfort her. Like the first night they met, Kuro waited for her to speak first.

She took a shaky breath to collect herself. Mahiru instinctively ran to Kuro even though it wasn’t proper for her to be alone with a man. She looked down at their hands and weaved their fingers together. His touch helped calm her because she knew that he wouldn’t force her to be the highborn lady most expected of her. He was one of the few people she could be herself around.

“Am I selfish, Kuro?” Mahiru glanced up from their linked hands and looked into his red eyes. “I told you about the engagement my grandmother is pressuring me to accept. She said that his money will help pay off the debt my father left us. We might have to sell Licht’s piano if I don’t marry him. Licht is like a sister to me but I don’t know how to tell her this. She’ll feel guilty or be angry enough to murder Kazuma. I don’t want to burden my family.”

“I don’t think it’s selfish to have doubts. I can’t see many people being happy married to a man like him.” When he thought of how Kazuma treated Mahiru, his anger boiled. It was clear that Mahiru was a kind woman who put others before herself. “I have seven siblings and we had our share of hardships. We made it through those times because we shared the burden. You can share yours with me.”

Kuro let go of her hands and cupped her face. He stared into her brown eyes and he thought of how they shined as she talked about her art gallery. He knew that a person like Mahiru was rare. She was bright, honest and passionate and he didn’t want anyone to extinguish the fire in her eyes. He couldn’t walk away from her without knowing that she was free and happy.

“I don’t have much but maybe I can help you. What do you want to do?” He asked her softly. His hands holding hers were more than enough. Mahiru felt stronger with his support. She closed her eyes and carefully considered the options she had. Kuro didn’t rush her.

She opened her eyes and said, “My grandmother plans to take me to a church and marry Kazuma the moment Titanic docks. Will you help me run away and see my uncle before she can? I just need an hour to make a business plan with Uncle Toru. Maybe my grandmother will give up on the marriage after I show her that I can pay off the debt on my own.”

“If Kazuma tries anything, I’ll protect you.” Kuro offered.

“Don’t waste your time on a man like him. I certainly won’t.” Mahiru traced her fingers over his palm. “I plan to ask Licht and Tsurugi to help me sneak away from them. I want to show my uncle your artwork and convince him to feature them in the gallery. This way, I can open my gallery sooner and you will earn money for your family in England. Both of our dreams will come true.”

The Titanic was advertised to have the most luxurious accommodations. Yet, Mahiru found that simply walking and talking with Kuro was the most fun she had on the ship. They had already spoken with Licht and Tsurugi about the marriage and then they enjoyed dinner as a group. Afterwards, Mahiru suggested they enjoy the fresh air. Kuro preferred staying indoors but he joined Mahiru on her walk.

They faced the sunset and Mahiru enjoyed how the ocean reflected the sky. The water looked like gold. She stood at the bow of the Titanic and imagined the new life she would start in New York. She stared at the horizon and watched dusk slowly fall over the sunset. Mahiru stepped onto the rail so she could see further. She looked over her shoulder to Kuro. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

You are, Kuro wasn’t sure if he should voice the thought. It might be too forward to say because he didn’t know how she felt for him. She had captured his heart without trying. He watched the wind thread through her hair. Mahiru reached up to brush the stray locks out of her eyes. She wasn’t holding the rail so she started to fall backwards. Kuro moved behind her to catch her.  

She felt his strong chest against her back. Mahiru tilted her head back and their eyes met. Kuro blushed and looked away. His heart was beating so fast that he hoped she couldn’t feel it. He walked closer to the rail and placed his hands on the bar. Mahiru stood in the circle of his arms but she didn’t feel trapped with him. She spread out her arms and the breeze rush past them. “It feels like we’re flying, Kuro.”

“This is nice.” Kuro cupped his hands around her wrists to keep her safe. Unconsciously, their hands came together and their fingers interlocked. Mahiru brought their joined hands to her chest and lightly kissed his knuckles. She stepped off the rail and moved closer to him. She turned slightly so she could look up at him. They were so close that their noses touched.

Mahiru rose onto her toes and brushed her lips over his. She whispered his name as she placed her hand on his cheek and pulled him lower for another kiss. Kuro wrapped his arms around her waist and kept her warm against the cold breeze. His kiss made her melt. She parted her lips when she felt his tongue tease her. She closed her eyes as he kissed her softly.

Mahiru wanted to capture the moment and keep it forever.

“Will your brother challenge me to a duel if he finds out I’m in your room? That would be troublesome.” Kuro said as Mahiru led him into her cabin. She laughed lightly and shook her head. She asked him to sketch a portrait for her and her room would have the best lighting. He looked around the elegant room and spotted a painting leaning against a vanity. “The colour on the lake blends well.”

“My uncle bought a few paintings when he was traveling through Italy. He lives in New York permanently now but he keeps a few of his artwork in our country home. I thought I could surprise him by delivering these paintings to his new building. This lake is my favourite.” They had very different personalities but she enjoyed talking about art with him. Mahiru gestured towards a lounge chair. “Please, sit and relax, Kuro. Licht told me she will be out late.”

“Hyde told me the same thing.” Kuro sat down as she disappeared into her room. He wondered if she planned to change for the portrait. She was only gone for a few minutes before she returned. 

“Kuro, can you help me put this on?” Mahiru held a beautiful pearl necklace in her hands. She stood in front of the mirror and saw Kuro move behind her. As he tied the necklace around her neck, she told him: “These were my mother’s pearls. They’re very precious to me and I only wear them on special occasions. Tonight, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls wearing this… Wearing only this.”

His hands stilled and his heart raced when he realized what she meant. Mahiru turned in his arms and looked at him from beneath her lashes. She gently traced her finger down his jaw. Her touch pulled him out of his daze and he nodded. With his answer, she walked to her bedroom again. “I’m going to change. While I’m gone, you may arrange the furniture however you need to for the portrait.”

He saw the blush dusting her cheeks before she closed the door. Kuro was certain that he was blushing as well. He couldn’t stop picturing Mahiru laying before him. He shook the image from his mind and he tried to focus on something. Kuro took a chaise longue and dragged it next to a tall lamp. He piled pillows onto the chair so it would be comfortable for her.

Kuro set a chair across from the couch and sat down. He took out his sketchbook and pencils. As he waited for Mahiru, he sharpened the charcoal. The door opened and Kuro turned towards her. Mahiru wore a translucent robe. He could see her silhouette through the thin, blue fabric. She smiled shyly and crossed the room. “Would you like me standing or on the couch?”

“You’ll be more comfortable on the couch.” Kuro suggested. She sat down and folded her legs beneath her. Mahiru lifted the collar of the robe to her lips to hide her blush. Then, she let go of the fabric and it pooled around her. He forgot how to breathe for a moment. Mahiru was far more beautiful than anyone he had ever drawn. The lamps were dim but they gave her skin a warm glow.  

She laid on her side and placed her hand over her head. “Is this right?”

“You don’t need to pose like that. Relax and sit comfortably.” He knelt beside her and smoothed her hair back from her face. Kuro loved her brown eyes and he wanted to draw them. He stroked his thumb over her lips. They were still swollen from their kiss earlier. Mahiru shivered as he ran his hand down her waist to drape her blue robe lightly over her hip. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay.” She smiled towards him. Kuro returned to his chair and balanced his sketchbook on the armrest. Mahiru didn’t tell him that she couldn’t take her eyes off him even if she wanted to. She enjoyed watching his deft hands. Her heart quickened when she remembered his hands on her skin. The concentration in his eyes was also attractive to her. She relaxed and rested her cheek on her hand.

He made her feel comfortable and they talked with each other as he made the portrait. Time passed but it barely felt like it to Mahiru. She was almost disappointed when Kuro finished the portrait. He turned the sketchbook around to show it to her. Mahiru pulled the robe loosely around her and went to him so she could see the portrait closely. She sat on the chair’s armrest and leaned against his shoulder.

“I thought you would draw me as a mermaid.” She said but she still loved the portrait. He handed her the sketchbook. “You’re so talented. I think you made me more beautiful than I actually am.”

“You’re gorgeous, Mahiru.” He whispered and drew her onto his lap. Mahiru went into his arms willingly. She felt safe and surrounded by his warmth. She pressed a quick kiss onto his strong jawline. He stroked her hair as he asked, “Are you going to keep this in a secret place? It’ll be a scandal if someone finds this portrait of you.”

“It’s my gift to you, Kuro. We don’t know if my plan will work and we might not see each other ever again. I want you to keep this and remember me. I know I will never forget you, Kuro. You’ve made me so happy. Thank you.” Mahiru carefully cut the portrait out of the book and handed it to him. Kuro tucked the portrait into a hidden pocket in his sketchbook. He didn’t want anyone else to see her naked.

Mahiru took his hand and placed it over her heart. “I don’t know how much longer we can make memories together. I don’t want to regret anything. Put your hands on me and make love to me, Kuro.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. Mahiru nodded and moved his hand down her stomach to her legs. Kuro leaned down to kiss her breast through the thin cloth. A soft moan escaped her and she felt her body become hotter. He pushed the robe from her body to stroke the skin beneath. The entire time he drew her, he thought of how her body would feel. She was like warm silk.

He kissed the nape of her neck and whispered: “If you want me to stop, say so.”

“I don’t want you to stop. But the bed would be more comfortable.” Her cheeks had a rosy glow as she glanced towards her bedroom. Kuro didn’t know if he could control himself if she continued to make such cute expressions. He stood and carried her away.

“Do you feel sore?” Kuro asked her. Mahiru had to smile as she shook her head. She leaned her head on his shoulder as they strolled across the deck. It was late and most of the passengers were asleep. Yet, Mahiru was wide awake. She wanted to stay in bed longer with Kuro but they couldn’t. It would be embarrassing if Licht returned to the cabin and found them.

“It’s a little cold tonight, isn’t it?” Mahiru rubbed her hands together. They intended to go to the grand hall and enjoy the band but it might be better to return to their warm rooms. Kuro wrapped his hands around hers and breathed onto them softly. He was wearing the gloves she bought him. He took them off and pulled them on her hands. They were a little big for her but the wool still held the warmth of his hand.

A horn blared and cut through the moment. Kuro looked towards the crow’s nest and wondered why they rang the alarm. He squinted his eyes at the sea in front of them but he couldn’t see anything in front of them. He instinctively held Mahiru close against his chest to protect her. They stood beneath the ship’s bridge and he could hear a commotion from the command room.

Kuro was able to catch snippets of their conversation. “The rudder is too small… Can’t turn fast enough… Close the water tight doors… Get the captain… There’s an iceberg ahead.”

Mahiru must’ve heard them too because she stiffened in his arms. He caressed her hair to comfort her but he was also worried. While he couldn’t see the iceberg, he could sense the panic of the crew. The ship started to turn and he was able to see the iceberg rapidly approaching them. He tried to measure the distance with his eyes and he thought they would be able to dodge it.

As they passed the iceberg, the ground shook beneath their feet and Kuro let out a curse. Chunks of ice rained around them. He pushed Mahiru against the wall and covered her with his body. Even after the tremors stopped, Kuro held Mahiru protectively. They hesitantly walked to the rail and looked over the edge. He said, “It doesn’t like there’s much damage. Maybe it was just a bump.”

“Icebergs are much larger underwater than it appears above.” Mahiru worried her lower lip. He rubbed her arm and stared at the iceberg disappearing into the darkness. Kuro wanted to reassure her but he knew that they needed to act quickly if they were in danger of sinking. She took her hand and “We need to tell our families so they’re ready in case we have to evacuate. You should go to your brother.”

“I’ll walk you to your cabin. It’s on the way.” Kuro said and took her hand. He didn’t want to leave her alone since she appeared shaken by the iceberg. But he was also worried about his brother because the third class deck would flood first. Once he knew Mahiru was safe with her family, he would go to Hyde.

They heard voices from the bridge again. “Five compartments were breached… Water is already flooding into the ship… We have an hour, two at the most… Keep everyone calm and don’t tell them yet.”

Mahiru’s hand tightened around Kuro’s and they hurried to the cabins. They rushed down the hall and passed other passengers who were equally confused. The staff were handing out lifejackets. Kuro was able to sneak into first class with her due to the confusion. Before they reached her room, she saw that there was a crowd in front of her door. She wondered if they already knew about the iceberg.

“Licht, we need to put on lifejackets!” She quickened her pace and she rushed to tell her family about the iceberg. Mahiru turned to Kuro so she could thank him. He was probably worried for his brother and she didn’t want to keep him. Before she could tell him to leave, two men grabbed Kuro’s arms. She gasped and she tried to stop them from handcuffing him.

“Hey, let go of me.” Kuro struggled out of their grip.

Mahiru grabbed the man’s arm. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Step away from that man, Mahiru.” Her grandmother ordered and jerked her away from Kuro. She didn’t know why they would arrest Kuro, especially when they needed to evacuate. “Mahiru, go back into the room while we deal with this thief. I came to your room and found our jewellery missing. I knew this man was trouble. He wanted to use you to rob us. Sir, arrest this man.”

“No!” She realized that the staff didn’t know that the Titanic was sinking because the captain didn’t have an opportunity to tell them yet. Mahiru argued, “You have no proof that Kuro did anything! I’ve been with him all day so he couldn’t have possibly stolen anything. We are in the middle of an emergency and we can’t waste time on false accusations. We must ready the lifeboats and fill them with as many people as possible.”

“Mahiru, you can’t make excuses for this gutter rat because you feel pity for him. He is a thief. I saw him leave your room and I told your grandmother. I was worried for you, Mahiru.” Kazuma’s blatant lie made Mahiru furious. She couldn’t stop herself before she punched him. Kazuma glared at her and gave the order: “Take him below deck.”

“Kuro!” Mahiru reached out to grab his hand. She was confused when he shook his head.

“I’ll talk this out with the master of arms. They have no proof so they’ll let me go. Right now, you need to go to safety.” They both knew how dangerous the situation was and Kuro didn’t want her to stay on a sinking ship for his sake. “Please, just go, Mahiru.”

“I can’t leave you, Kuro.” She wasn’t given a chance to say anything more after he took his hand back and left with the crew.

[elsaclack]

HELLO the general consensus is that a masterpost would be Good so!! here i am!! masterposting!! this is split by fandom in reverse-chronological order (newest on top) but i will tell u i’m not even gonna TRY with the one-shot collections bc honestly i have. No Memory Whatsoever as to when i posted those in relation to the independent fics lmao. most are on ao3 only but i will include tumblr links where applicable!! and if you think of one i’ve written (or that you think i’ve written) that you don’t see on this list, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask about it!!

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE

kiss prompt #26

2. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

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kiss prompt #25

7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

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kiss prompt #24

7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

[PLATONIC]

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kiss prompt #23

10. staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

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kiss prompt #22

12. a hoarse whisper "kiss me"

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kiss prompt #21

18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

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kiss prompt #20

19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

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kiss prompt #19

15. a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

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kiss prompt #18

8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

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kiss prompt #17

11. when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

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kiss prompt #16

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

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you’re a king, and i’m a lionheart

“What about...what about Jacob?” An overwhelming sense of rightness settles light as air over Roger’s shoulders as he turns the name over in his mind. Jacob. Prince Jacob. Prince Jacob of the House of Peralta, Duke of Southport. “Jacob,” he murmurs, and he could swear his son smiles. The sun breaks low on the horizon the morning of Prince Jacob’s birth - and far, far away, across a vast forest and a roiling sea beyond it, a lurking Duchess begins to plot.

"In which Jake is the prince notorious for running head-first into danger and Amy is the main guard in charge of keeping him alive."

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and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

He can’t remember exactly how old he was when Halley’s Comet blazed through the sky, but he was old enough to at least understand that what he saw was, for most people, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. He remembers the blinding missile-like blur of pure light that streaked across the inky black sky, the feathery trails of starlight that followed along behind her as she tore through the galaxy, the way she flickered and winked as she disappeared beyond the horizon.

And he remembers his mother telling him, in a voice he recognized even then to be warbling with reverence and emotion, how lucky he is to be among those lucky few who will get to witness Halley’s blazing trail twice in one lifetime.

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untitled song lyric prompt #3

“sometimes in the dead of night when you think you can’t make it, you might find i left a light beside the bed for you, ‘cause i’ve been there, too”

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untitled song lyric prompt #2

“That drink you spilt all over me, lovers spit left on repeat, my mom and dad let me stay home, it feels so scary getting old”

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untitled song lyric prompt #1

“I’ve already packed my promises, they’re waiting by the door”

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the good place frozen yogurt prompt #3

inside jokes

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the good place frozen yogurt prompt #2

unmitigated joy

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the good place frozen yogurt prompt #1

grandma’s kisses

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now that the weight has lifted, love has surely shifted my way

“Y’know what? Just - just go ahead. Ruin it. I don’t care. It’s just a dumb ceremony anyways. I love Jake, and I know he loves me, and - and we don’t have to have some big fancy ceremony to prove it. I’m going to marry him,” she says slowly, firmly, “and there is nothing you can do to stop it.”

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untitled prompt #25

"Okay so what about a fic based on pregnant amy santiago wearing a bathrobe?"

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i’m on the edge of a broken heart

Amy Santiago is a vision of beauty.

“Hey,” he says, suddenly winded by the mere sight of her. He falls back to his heels, lets his hands fall down to his sides, and watches as she slowly paces toward him. “I was just…I thought I might…clean.”

Aside from reaching to toss her shirt and purse across the chaise to his right, she remains very still. “You never clean.” she finally says after a long stretch of silence.

There is no inquisitiveness to her tone. There is no confusion in her face. It’s a statement of fact, yes, but the complete lack of emotion in her entire demeanor is a clear and flashing neon sign pointing to the calm before the storm.

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je vais t’attendre là

On the morning of April 28th, Jake Peralta wakes to the smell of pancakes burning on the griddle.

He can tell when he rolls just slightly on his side that the blankets have been pulled up and neatly tucked in over the other half of the mattress, but even that slight change in angle brings him in contact with a part of the mattress still warm from Amy’s sleeping body. His shirt is also still warm where it’s stretched across his shoulders - there’s even a spot on the back of his neck that is cooler than the rest, probably leftover from the kiss she pressed there before she rolled out of bed.

He smiles as he rubs his fingertips over the spot. How she managed to burn breakfast in what is likely just a matter of minutes is entirely beyond him.

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that i need you because it’s so hard to be who i am

But then it’s 7:30 and the last of her belongings are finally unloaded and carefully placed in and on her new desk and she’s straightening up the last picture of the two of them from the night they got engaged right beside her brand new computer monitor while she talks about what they should order for dinner (she’s been dealing with a hankering for good Chinese food ever since Vin mentioned the authentic Chinese cuisine he ate the last time he was in Tianjin and Jake is definitely not still vaguely jealous of the general lifestyle Vin leads) and Jake’s stomach is hollow, hollow, hollow.

That’s what makes the rumbling so loud, he thinks.

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you look happy to me

The ball is several hours underway by the time Amy manages to track her children down again - out on the terrace of all places. The doors are propped open to welcome the balmy summer breeze rippling through the curtains (the ones that miraculously survived the dress incident of a few weeks ago), and though the sounds of her guests in fellowship around her and the gentle sounds of the string quartet in the corner command most of her auditory attention, the boisterous male laughter she’s grown all-too-familiar with rings clear and true above the rest.

Of course her children are with Jake.

(She wonders if the day she trusts her nanny to properly watch her children will ever come.)

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you clicked your heels and wished for me

She’s not sure if it’s instinct or her skills as an amazing detective-slash-genius, but Amy knows from the moment she steps into their apartment that something is off.

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untitled one-shot #7

She’s got that look on her face again - the one that makes his heart feel like it’s fluttering in his chest - and when she reaches across the center console to touch his forearm, her hand is warm from the coffee. “Jake,” she murmurs, and his face is burning. “You’re -” she stops and shakes her head, and then starts again. “You are literally the sweetest, most kind and thoughtful and attentive person I’ve ever met.”

He covers her hand with his own and tilts his head to the side, until it’s leaning against the headrest.

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untitled prompt #24

you ever think about what would have happened if it was amy and rosa who worked with hawkins, rather than rosa and jake?

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untitled one-shot #6

The morning of June 15th begins suddenly with a low voice in her ear.

“Amelia Maria Santiago-Peralta,” the voice is quiet, but it rumbles with delight. And even though she groans instinctively at her abrupt return to consciousness, she can’t help but to smile when his lips brush against her ear. “Do you know what today is?”

“Mmm,” she turns her head to bury her face in her pillow for one more moment, before rolling over to her back. When her eyes flutter open she finds him leaning over her, propped up on his elbow, grinning far too brightly for six o’clock in the morning. “It’s Friday,” she mumbles, “and my middle name’s not Maria.”

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let ‘em wonder how we got this far

Amy Santiago does not get sick, thank you very much.

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i’ll always do my best to make you see

The merry misadventures of Morrissey and Schmidt

one | two | three | four | five | six

they say that dreaming is free, but i wouldn’t care what it cost me

This is not a dream. It may look like one, what with all the fairy lights and the flashing red-and-blue strobe lights and that inexplicable feeling of weightlessness originating from somewhere down in his bones, but it’s real. It’s really happening. Amy Santiago is walking down the aisle, in a white dress, with flowers in her hands and a smile on her face and enough love to eradicate the concept of hate in her eyes, and it’s real. She’s walking down the aisle, toward the podium, where she’s going to get married. To him, Jake Peralta. This is not a dream.

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you’ll always be the only one

"since im such an evil person, i just imagined... what would’ve happened if they didnt find out about the bomb...?"

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you held your course to some distant war in the corners of your mind

The vast majority of his view through the rear view mirror is blocked by Amy’s head, raised a bit higher than usual thanks in large part to the hump that makes up the middle seat. He’s certain that’s going to present a problem once they’re on the road and moving, but he’s rather grateful for her presence in his line of vision at the moment. She’s not looking at him, but rather, at the tiny human bundled up like a baby burrito in the car seat to her left. She’s got a big goofy grin on her face and her brows keep rising and falling with each changing expression. A smile - probably the billionth in the last two days - blossoms across his face as he watches her make silly faces at their literally-hours-old daughter.

Brand new car, brander newer daughter.

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build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung

In truth, when Jake made the decision to answer Charles’ incoming phone call an hour earlier, he hand’t really expected much. Maybe a live update of something cute Nikolaj was doing, maybe commentary on whatever inedible animal part he was forcing himself to eat at the time, maybe another Cats-related pun. He expected something ordinary.

au where jake and amy find out they're expecting the same way cece and schmidt do on new girl

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kiss prompt #15

First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly.

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kiss prompt #14

Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair.

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kiss prompt #13

Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer.

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kiss prompt #12

“I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them.

[VERSON 2]

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kiss prompt #11

After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B.

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kiss prompt #10

“We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck.

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kiss prompt #9

“You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much.

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kiss prompt #8

Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again.

[tw: description of near-drowning and mentions of stomach pumping (y’know standard breathless kiss prompt stuff)]

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kiss prompt #7

In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair.

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kiss prompt #6

Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air.

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kiss prompt #5

“I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them.

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kiss prompt #4

Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between.

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kiss prompt #3

“Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck.

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kiss prompt #2

“I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too.

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kiss prompt #1

“I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. A leans down and around, while B turns their head a little, accepting the quick peck.

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on my heart like a tattoo

Amy’s a month old, too young to remember anything, and he shows up on her skin for the very first time in the form of an explosion of color.

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don’t read the last page

There’s dry candle wax on the floor by the window and glitter stuck to the soles of her feet; somewhere down in the lobby their friend is carrying her shoes out into a blizzard, the fruits of her expensive Polaroid camera lying forgotten on the rug. Outside the world is muted and painted white with snow, the pain and misery and heartache of the year behind them left at the 11:59 threshold the night before. They faded to nothing at the stroke of midnight, at the heart-stopping meld of their lips, at his hooded smile to the sounds of their friends celebrating all around them, at the way his whispered we’re getting married this yearwas nearly lost in the commotion. Not quite the blank slate of it’s predecessors - but so much better.

The music ends and they keep swaying, clinging, too stubborn to let go. Their apartment is a wreck of discarded Solo cups and empty bottles and dirty dishes but he is warm and soft and he smells so good; eyes squeezed shut, fingers tangled in his shirt, to the beat of her heart her mind chants forever.

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untitled one-shot #5

Amy’s back is toward him but he can see her arm moving in a slow rhythm - probably drawing patterns in the small shag rug at the foot of their bed - and aside from the slight turn of her head, she doesn’t acknowledge his arrival. The apartment is warm, a welcome reprieve to the bitter cold bartering for entrance at their windows, and even though he can see the snow falling thick and swirling in the space between their curtains he can feel the warmth trickling down his fingers and toes.

“Hey,” he says, voice almost boisterous in the comfortable silence swaddling them both. She turns toward him a little more, peering at him through her lashes - and now he can see the pinkness around her nose has spread over her cheeks and darkened to an angrier color, the used, crumpled tissues like confetti on the floor over the top of her head. “Why’re you on the floor?”

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come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

The worn soles of her Ugg boots scuff along the dingy carpet beneath their feet, and her scarf - now draped over one shoulder - drags along the ground behind her. Her mittens, over-stuffed puffy coat, matching ski pants, and thick wool beanie complete the look; he’s honestly never seen her look more Randy from A Christmas Story than she does in this moment.

It is without question the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life.

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if you want me to stay, i will stay by your side

For someone whose job requires an unusually large amount of personal risk on a near daily basis, Amy Santiago has not dedicated much time considering how she might one day die. The vague assumption that it will probably happen on the job - via stray bullets or careening cars or massive explosions - has been enough to satisfy any musing.

She never imagined doctor's visits or specialist consultations or diagnoses. She never imagined hospital gowns and thinning hair and chemotherapy.

And she never, ever imagined cancer.

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in these dark ad quiet hours

There are unanswered texts on both of their phones, lunch invitations waiting to be received, inquiries about dinner plans or post-work drinks demanding responses; there are fresh boxes of his favorite cereal and his preferred brand of hot chocolate in the kitchen cabinets waiting to be poured. Life, their life, ebbs and flows along the perimeter of their mattress. But they ignore it for now, for just a few more minutes of this. For just a few more minutes of them.

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untitled prompt #23

SO..UH...IS IT TIME FOR YOU TO BLESS US WITH ANOTHER DOMESTIC PERALTIAGO FIC???? (pleaseeeeeeeee)

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survival will not be the hardest part

Of course, it’s not a normal Wednesday. Because on this particular Wednesday, Amy’s functioning on two hours of sleep and approximately five and a half cups of coffee. On this particular Wednesday, she’s simultaneously starving and nauseous, having gotten so caught up in this murder case she’s been working with Rosa that she simply hasn’t had the time to eat. She’s exhausted and clammy and probably just about on the verge of succumbing to the flu she knows has been going around the beat cops downstairs.

She’s also exactly one month out from her wedding day.

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even if the skies get rough

It’s sixty-five degrees in the waiting room of Jericho Supermax Prison and Jake Peralta is absolutely disintegrating in her arms.

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the stakes are high, the water’s rough, but this love is ours

This has her eyes splitting open and her brow furrowing at once. Jake may have only been acquitted and released from prison three days ago but already she’s readjusted to sharing the bed again; to find it empty is to choke down a small, skittish wave of panic. The mattress is still warm, after all - he was in bed recently. And now that her senses are starting to fire on all cylinders, she’s absorbing the heavy scent of coffee and bacon in the air and the sounds of Taylor Swift playing quietly nearby.

And then she hears his voice - quiet, but still cracking as he tries to sing along with a high note.

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untitled prompt #22

What if like in the fanfics, amy actually did get engaged to teddy during jake's undercover op?? and the boy comes back actually finding amy's Wedding binder on her desk and jake's like What The Fuck! !!!??!? and emo while simultaneously trying to be supportive bc this is an exciting thing for amy nd he doesnt want to be the one to ruin it. Imagine jake not showing up at the wedding bc he rlly wouldnt be able to take it only to find amy clad in her wedding dress in his doorstep a few hours later

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Do you think amy dies a little inside everytime she catches jake looking at her with the Soft look? like she's definitely seen it and she's probably teased him about it at some point but home girl probably loves it so! much! and she loves him so much and HE loves her so much too! she knows that with her whole being but it catches her offguard sometimes bc this sunshine boy really loves her to bits and he's so good to her and he makes her so so so happy and amy needs to lie down

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untitled one-shot #4

It’s the solid landing of a tiny hand against his cheek, quickly followed by a quiet gasp and a muffled giggle, that rouses Jake from sleep.

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untitled prompt #20

it's canon that jake makes mixtapes so what if he has a box of them labeled with the day they were made and what if amy finds that stash while jake is absent for some reason (based on ur need for Angst™, this reason is up for interpretation) and spends a day going through them, laughing at her nerd bf & his mixtapes ranging from tswift to conner4real to toni braxton until she finds one labeled with the date that he went undercover. again, based on the angst need, this can go so many ways

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How cute would Amy's first Mother's Day be...

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Imagine Jake taking Amy to dinner after her exam to celebrate, and at the restaurant he keeps telling people at nearby tables that his girlfriend just became a sergeant, because he's just so proud and wants to brag about her. And Amy pretends to be exasperated but she can't hold back a smile

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This is the first time in three weeks she’s allowed herself to exist within the walls once stretched to capacity with love, with laughter, with the occasional healthy bouts of exasperation. And really, honestly, she hadn’t intended to snoop. She was just searching for a certain hoodie - one she lived in for months at a time a year ago when this Jake-shaped hole was first blown through her chest - and in the process of looking through old boxes stacked at the back of the hall closet that never really got around to being unpacked, she’d found a binder.

A binder with her father’s name in Garamond typeface emblazoned across the front cover.

(She can’t help but instinctively wrinkle her nose - she would have chosen Tahoma.)

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Hey there! I got an idea for Peraltiago (bc i am trash) One of them gets EXTREMELY wasted and forgets that they're actually dating the other so they start shamelessly flirting with them. The other just plays along. I feel like this would fit Amy cause of "The Santiago Drunkenness Scale" but I'd love to see (in this case, read) a drunk and goofy Jake fall in love all over again. But you decide which is best! P.S I really love your work! ^_^

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untitled prompt #15

Amy has to go in for some kind of procedure, very low key, everything's kosher. However, since she's gonna be out of it for a few hours, Jake has to take care of her.

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untitled prompt #14

Plz write a fluffy fic about when Amy and the ladies + Charles get hammered for rosas bachelorette party Amy either talks to them about Jake or comes home to Jake and is adorable and lovey

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untitled one-shot #3

The first thing Jake does after the bailiff announces the not-guilty verdict is high-five his lawyer. The second thing he does is high-five Rosa.

The third, and perhaps most dramatic thing he does, is turn around, vault the low wall separating the audience from the rest of the courtroom, and kiss Amy.

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untitled prompt #13

Can you write something where jake and Amy go to hook up in the evidence locker or closet or something and end up getting stuck and Amy is like !!!well shit!!! Cause she's claustrophobic

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you did this to him

"So Jake's doing the right thing instead of the selfish thing?"

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untitled prompt #12

could you please write what was going through jake's and amy's minds when figgus had jake at gun point??

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“Jake,” Amy’s voice is low and soothing as she pulls the car smoothly to the side of the road. Jake grunts, too busy flipping through his notecards to verbalize a response. “Jake, babe, please relax. It’s okay. There are seven of them. I can’t even remember all of their names.”

“That is the biggest lie you’ve ever told me in your entire life, and that includes the time you tried to tell me McGinley asked you to clean out the fridge in the breakroom.”

“Oh my God, it’s been seven years, are you ever gonna let that go?”

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Amy and jake laughing and/or discussing teddy proposing to her

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I can't stop wondering about the scar on Jake's back that he got by banging into Amy's kitchen cabinet. How did it happen? Were they making out? Was he cooking and something fell to the ground? What did Jakey do this time? ... Think of this as a prompt if you need/want one.

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If you're not too busy with prompts, Jake x Amy and the phrase "you fight like a married couple". Thank you :)

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can you write an angsty fic about jake reacting to an old friend dying and amy trying to comfort him??

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when you press me to your heart, i’m in a world apart

“Do you ever think about all the time we lost?”

Jake asks the question quietly, half-mumbled against her neck. The tone of his voice is the same as it has been for the last hour they’ve spent laying in her bed - light, carefree, relaxed. His fingers trace lightly over her side, having edged beneath the hem of her t-shirt twenty minutes ago to trace circles and hearts and swirls over her ribs; all-in-all, far away enough that he probably doesn’t notice the fact that her heart has just skipped a beat.

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watching through my fingers

Eyes closed, one swollen, a violet bruise that gives way in places to greener colors marking the shape of the fist that put it there, slanted down from just above her brow to her cheekbone. Beautiful and painful, like a sunset that rips his heart out of his body. Her eyelids are delicate and thin, so so breakable, hiding those warm brown eyes from smiling up at him and assuring him that everything is okay. It’s all okay. She’s okay.

He is not okay.

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don’t be fools, thinking this is the last you’ll find

Jake gets nervous for the second time on their first official date when they make it back to Amy’s apartment. More specifically, when they’re standing just outside of the entrance to her apartment. When her hair, so light and wavy and tantalizing, is moving just slightly in the late-night breeze and her eyes are bright from both the alcohol and the laughter that filled the long stretch of time after that alcohol; his whole entire chest is suddenly seized with nerves. He hasn’t been this close to her since the copy room at work earlier, just one hour after their evidence lock-up kiss. He swallows thickly and her eyes flick down at the movement.

His dart down to her lips. He’s just a beat too late coming back up to her eyes.

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untitled prompt #7

I need a scene where Jake is sad so to cheer him up Amy gives him a picture of her and Charles from when they wore the same outfit while Jake was undercover

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I really need to dump 'Jake gets framed for murder/some other crime and has to spend some time in prison, while the team fights to clear his name and get him out' on someone, Peraltiago of course, and may be Doug Judy is looking after Jake in prison. ??? IDK

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Do you think you could write a fic where jake and Amy get into a big fight and go back to their own places but they're both super sad about it and make it up to each other in the morning?

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romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel

B99 Au idea where Amy never worked in the 9-9 and instead has been groomed by Madeline Wuntch her entire professional career as her protégé, leading to a Romeo-and-Julietesque romance and rivalry between Ray Holt’s own protégé, causing them to have to hide their relationship once they have their asses in gear - Tumblr user stardustsantiago

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and the bells are ringing out

Jake Peralta is sitting in the interrogation room.

It’s strange, Amy thinks as she watches him through the glass. They’ve probably been in this same position at least three dozen times before - her on this side, him on that one - but never once has she been quite this anxious. Never once has he seemed quite so frail.

Never once has he tended to his own minor wounds, or held his own ice pack to his bruised and swollen eye, or watched the door with as much quiet intensity.

Never once has he been a victim.

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we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill

It’s not constant, but it’s enough - it strikes a chord deep within her, reverberating back through the years and vibrating in her very bones, each instance blazing in her memory like a makeshift patchwork quilt spanning back over a decade to that first lonely stakeout in their prologue.

A series of snapshots of Jake Peralta's pursuit of happiness.

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you can tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain

Once upon a time, there was a knight in shining pantsuit armor who rescued a fair prince from an evil hawk's detention center...

Or, Amy has never been one to lie down at the face of injustice; this is especially true when the one facing injustice happens to be the love of her life.

Post s4 finale fic, in 4 movements.

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should i suffocate or let go

Amy's not sure, really, when her life became so tragic.

She’s not a tragic person. She’s never known sorrow in an intimate way, never really felt her bones turn cold with it. Organization keeps the demons at bay; she knows this as surely as she knows her own name.

Enter: Jake Peralta.

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all my seconds, minutes, lifetimes for you and only you

“You had me worried for a minute, there,” he tells her quietly while she lavishes attention on the faded freckles along his shoulders.

(It’s code: you could have just talked to me.)

She pauses, long eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones, before tilting her head back up to peer at him. “I knew you’d find me eventually,” she says off-handedly. “I just - I freaked myself out.”

(It’s also code: you and I both know I would only have freaked out more.)

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hold on to hope if you’ve got it

He wonders, distantly, what the soul mate science says about situations like this. He wonders as the cool backside of Amy’s hand presses against his forehead; he wonders as he loses touch completely with reality, as his mind comes unhinged and tears spewing down his face spread at an alarming rate across the mattress beneath his violently tilted head.

Who's he supposed to turn to when she can’t be there for him?

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i think i’m tired of getting over it

She’s not sure about the how or the when or the why, but on one warm afternoon in May, Gina is faced with the realization that one Rosa Diaz has become an undeniable cornerstone in her life. Gina almost hates herself for allowing this to happen, for allowing this one person to become so intimately entangled in the life she’s built for herself that the moment that person disappears from it, everything comes crashing down again. Her eyes are open and she can still see colors and feel textures and the world is still real and spinning, except her mind has dropped off back into that void and there is nothing there to pull her out, there is no one, nothing, gone gone gone -

“Gina?” Gina blinks, and Amy Santiago’s face comes fading into view.

[a s4 finale prediction]

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just let the pain remind you hearts can heal

He’s been walking a fine line recently. She’s been out of the hospital for less than a week, and while she’s been incredibly diligent about following all of the instructions the doctor gave her about medicine and physical therapy, she’s been all but belligerent about the bed rest side of things. It’s hard to tell her no, and not just because one pleading look would be enough to convince Jake to commit arson for her; Amy Santiago can be quite intimidating when she wants to be.

(Part of him wonders just how much that terrifying look hardened while she was undercover. Part of him never ever wants to know.)

[set in the sleepwalking universe]

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the well-worn pages of my favorite book

"How dare you tempt me with a small bookstore!"

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untitled prompt #4

omg idk if this has been done yet, but imagine an au with jake and amy where amy is an artist and jake is a photographer or something and they're each others muses like o m g

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um hi love your writing BUCKETS - prompt for after tonight's ep, jake goes home and accidentally lets it slip that he wants to have kids at some point (a la mentioning he kissed holt - totally unintentional, slips out by mentioning charles in convo with amy, potentially??)

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Prompt! The night of Captain Latvia, Jake talks to Amy about his thoughts on what Boyle said about Jake never becoming a dad.

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Prompt idea: get this... jake amy in highschool .. prom is coming up.. amy cant go something comes up.. jake is super excited but .. instead stays with amy at her house playing board games in pjs

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do you have any headcanons for jake and amy on valentine's day? an idea of mine is that they're both working late and so they can't go out for dinner or anything and thus jake feels bad and buys amy all the tacky valentine's gifts he can find within a mile radius of the precinct

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untitled one-shot #1

Amy can tell something’s off the moment she steps off the elevator.

To the naked eye, everything about the bullpen appears to be perfectly normal. There are three perps sitting in holding, and Charles is bickering with Scully over the coffee pot in the break room. Gina’s engrossed in whatever is illuminating her face on her computer screen, Rosa’s scribbling something in the margin of what appears to be official paperwork, and Holt’s office door is closed. She can see Terry’s back through the open blinds - the two appear to be deep in conversation.

The only one missing is Jake - which is why she’s immediately suspicious.

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baby, you were my picket fence

Amy snatches it and takes a long pull, screwing her eyes shut against the bitter taste, but even as she coughs and splutters as she lowers the bottle again Rosa finds that she just can’t make fun of her. “Good? Or do I need to order another bottle?”

“Another,” says Amy, and then, “he’s gone.”

Rosa stiffens, gaze lifting to scan over the crowd around them. “Who?” She asks quietly when she can’t spot the threat.

“Jake.”

She deflates. “Yeah, he left, like, three hours ago -”

“Not three hours ago, ten minutes ago. And he - he stopped me in the parking lot, as I was on my way out.” She swallows again, thickly this time, and Rosa clenches her jaw. “He confessed - he told me that he likes me.”

For a split-second, Rosa has to fight the craziest urge to laugh. It’s all so juvenile - a boy confessed he liked her and she’s immediately distraught, how utterly cliche - before the implications of it all belatedly hit her. “Oh.”

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this girl right here’s gonna rule the world

Could you write something where Rosa encourages Gina to think about becoming a cop/something post coral palms pt3??? Xoxoxo - ANONYMOUS

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don’t let our hearts freeze

I see a lot of Jake helping Amy with panick attacks but not much of the opposite and you write intimate moments between them so well, so would you write the first time Jake feels safe enough with Amy to call her when he gets a panick attack (establish relationship) ? - FUCKINGDAMNITDEAN

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just say you won’t let go

Hey there, I love your writing, so if you're ever up to, could you write Rosa and Charles watching the surveillance tapes from the evidence lock up in episode 03x01? I just think it would be so funny to actually see (in this case read) Charles watching Jake and Amy killing a guy with their kiss, and Rosa telling him to chill (while secretly smiling to herself). - ANONYMOUS

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my life before was tragic

Prompt! After Jake and Amy start dating, Jake finds the ring from The Bet in Amy's desk and asks her why she went back to get it. - ANONYMOUS

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stuck in second gear

HAS ANYONE WRITTEN A JAKE AND AMY PROPOSAL THAT HAPPENS JUST LIKE MONICA AND CHANDLER’S PROPOSAL - Tumblr user youngsamberg

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the roads ahead are paved with good intentions

i just remembered this and i think it’s really interesting that amy told teddy both times jake told her he liked her, before and after he went undercover - Tumblr user youngsamberg

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heaven and earth have finally aligned

ANONYMOUS: so do you have any headcanons regarding the Jake and Amy stills from the wedding? (I.e. write a short fic based on the pictures of them)  

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i’ll be there for you

Hey, do you know an episode of friends where Monica and Chandler are secretly dating and he accidentally kisses her in front of Phoebe and Rachel? Can you write that Peraltiago-stylez? Please please pleeeaase?

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i'm still waiting patiently

i am ONLY asking bc i'm a self destructive mess rn but if ur in an angst writing mood could u write something where like jake has to cheat on amy while he's in florida???? idk????? i love angst

[PLEASE NOTE: i didn't write this exact prompt]

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something like that

i don't know if you're taking prompts but could you do Jake and Amy's first kiss like Nick and Jess. AUish. Idk. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING

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when i’m wiser and i’m older

Jake has six months worth of missed cuddling with one Amy Santiago, and he does not intend to waste any time in catching up - pain killers and airplanes be damned.

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just like a movie, just like a song

Amy Santiago does not break rules.

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where the numb meets the lonely

Anonymous said: Okay so I was just thinking about the fact that Jake and Amy's one-year anniversary probably occurred while Jake has been in Florida- do you think Jake had like a fake anniversary celebration with Amy's selfie? Also thinking about Jake and Amy not getting to be together for their anniversary makes me sad.

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and as our eyes start to close

He’s gone thirty-some-odd years without mourning his lack of a broad English vernacular, but that all changes the first time he sets foot into his new apartment after living in Florida for six months.

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you're not alone, 'cause you're here with me

Pertaigo oneshot where Amy has a really really bad panic attack? It can be at the prescient can be there to - ANONYMOUS

Can you please write Amy having a sever anxiety attack? - ANONYMOUS

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and you’re the sky

JAKE AND AMY MEET THE EXACT SAME WAY JANE AND MICHAEL DO AU (an unassuming beat cop shows up to her epic twenty first birthday door and gets mistaken for a stripper) - PHIL-THE-STONE

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how can i be an optimist about this?

ok for a jake/amy prompt how about their first fight as a married couple? can be as simple or as angsty as you please! - ANONYMOUS

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i promise that you'll never be lonely

Hi this is the same anon with the moving in together prompt so i have two and I'm not sure if these are more one-shotty or if you've done these before but 1)jake and/or amy's inner thoughts during johnny and dora 2) amy calling her mom to tell her about jake and her answering all of those *annoying* mom questions also are you on ff. net and or ao3? sorry you've probably posted about it before but I just started following so i don't know - ANONYMOUS

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and i see colors in a different way

as payback for the dress she wore and having to dance with scully in the bet amy plans a bad date to take jake on even though she doesnt expect to use it and later (while dating jake?) finds her notes while going through and cleaning out some old binders/notebooks - ANONYMOUS

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why don't you sit right down and stay awhile?

Prompt! Jake finds out Amy has never seen diehard and takes her to see it immediately - TARDIISBLUE

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to make up for the times i've been cheated on

u heathen okAY OKAY imma be Terrible and say Jake gets shot protecting Captain Holt and Amy and Rosa react ;;;;)))))))))))))) - PHIL-THE-STONE

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got that good song in my feet

prompt! six drink amy around jake in established relationship (i.e she's no longer lonely,, she's more clingy and emotional?? idk) :))) - FOURDRINKAMY

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i'd pay to see you smile

I've seen AU oneshots where Amy arrests civilian!Jake, but what about one where he arrests her--maybe a bit of a Doug Judy S2 ep type situation where she's flirting with him and he's into it but then catches himself? - GRYFFINDORSWEATER

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six days

Watching the speech scene in The Funeral where Jake is so adamantly willing to get demoted and Ames is trying to convince him that it’s his dream job and he shouldn’t let it go that easily and then he tells her ‘Amy…this good’

Like. I know they were both already way too deep once they started it, but?? I really?? Need someone to write a fic centering around Jake’s PoV during those six days? What was he thinking while he and Amy did Normal Couple Things? Did he constantly get streams of thoughts that revolved around how this is a reality that he’s alive and he’s not dreaming and how amazing this whole thing is that he can openly give her the Looks and hold her hand and snuggle with her and he can openly show her affection because they’re dating now?? I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE A FIC PLS

- Tumblr user tall-butt

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i’ve been sleepwalking too close to the fire

Amy goes undercover immediately following the events of Johnny and Dora. Jake and the others try to deal.

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the only proof that i need is you

"in which Amy makes a habit of ranting to the bartender (about her terrible day, her last awful date, the patriarchy), and Jake takes it upon himself to try to make her smile."

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and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

"in which Jake and Amy are New York’s Most Wanted… or so he thinks. Amy’s actually an undercover cop meant to take him down – except it’s a year into the assignment, her fake feelings for him are a bit too real, and she just can’t imagine turning over this big misunderstood softy to the feds."

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and ignore those big warning signs

“Tell him I’m sorry. Tell him I love him. Please, Charles, I’ll hold them off for as long as I can, just - just go!”

The last words Amy Santiago speaks before waking up alone in a hospital room, handcuffed to her bed.

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i never knew daylight could be so violent

Charles likes to think of himself as the world's first post-apocalyptic gourmet chef.

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and we will put the lonesome on the shelf

They get married on a Saturday evening, and that morning, it rains.

Amy wakes to the gentle tap of steady rainfall knocking gently on the window just three inches back from the very top of her head. For a moment, she lays very still - her sleep-dried eyes blink lazily up at the all-too-familiar ceiling above her head, watching blankly as a dull muted light casts soft shadows that stretch from the window all the way to the ceiling fan in the center of the room. She inhales deeply, so deeply that she feels a faint pop between her shoulder blades, and her eyes flutter shut again.

Seconds later, the stillness of the morning is pierced by an all-too-familiar alarm, and when her eyes fly open, they fly open on the wings of a powerful surge of excitement and adrenaline.

She’s getting married today.

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and i’ll tell you all about it when i see you again

It's snowing by the time they make it home from Brooklyn Methodist Hospital.

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love you inside out

Amy cries the night Jake comes home from Florida.

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most nights, i don’t know anymore

A response to the following prompt:

It isn’t a fanfic unless Main Character has to tear their gaze away from the strip of skin revealed above Love Interest’s waistband when they casually stretch their arms above their head.

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“It’s the way he looks when he talks about her. There’s just…I don’t know, I can’t explain it. There’s something in his eyes when he talks about her, or when he looks at a photo of her. He would never hurt her. It’s written all over his face.”

“Are you quoting two-thousand-nine Beyonce at me?”

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your arms wrapped around me and this moment

"How did you know they were the one?"

"I just...knew."

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you know that i am home

It’s the sum total of many moving parts that ends up landing him in such a position at such a late hour; the coalescing of several Unfortunate Incidences, of which he had little to no control over, that thrusts him into such a predicament. A series of bad omens, as Gina would later tell him with a knowing smile, that he just couldn’t avoid, because he’s a freight train careening out of control and this is the end of the tracks.

Or something - something like that. It’s hard to think straight at 3 o’clock in the morning.

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my head is an animal

Anonymous: But: Jake is a sleep cuddler. Amy found this out before they were dating. They were on a long stakeout together and it was her shift. Jake fell asleep next to her clung onto her like his life depended on it. She didnt have the heart to wake him. Also: Gina found it out at a sleepover when they were kids. She woke up to Jake almost squeezing her to death. She screamed and threw a pillow at his head. Jake was not amused. Gina never slept beside Jake again.

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i’m with your ghost again

"wait what if there’s a flashback during s4 of Jake and Holt leaving for Florida and it shows them saying goodbye to Amy and Kevin like I am not ready for that but it’s all I want" - Tumblr user youngsamberg

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i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine

It all ends the same way it starts: with a phone call.

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i’m gonna make this place your home

It's 3 AM and Jake is trying to comfort his newborn daughter without waking his wife. Delirious rambling ensues.

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wake me up when it’s all over

A stolen moment between Jake and Amy in the days after he returns from Florida.

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i know places

Missing moment alluded to in the s3 finale:

"No one knows where I live." "I thought you had Amy over there once?" "Yeah, it was fun. I moved the next day."

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riptide

Request: Could you do a fanfiction where an old ex flirts with amy and makes her laugh and jake realises he’s wants to be the only one to make her laugh? JEALOUS JAKE IS THE BEST JAKE

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new york city, please go easy on me tonight

"There isn't a single person in the world I'd rather have on this case than you."

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rivers and roads

"Rivers and roads, rivers and roads, rivers 'til I reach you."

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thunder

Jake is thirty-five years old when he discovers a new breed of thunder.

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until the sweetest words remain

In her four-year stint as an art major, Amy learned a lot of different words to describe beauty. She studied brushstrokes that communicated immeasurable pain and triumph and hope and fear. She learned how one piece of art could capture a moment so intense she felt like she could feel the artist’s breath on her neck. She felt positive that she’d never meet anyone who could make her feel as much as Michelangelo could with just one facial expression.

Until she met Jake.

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of all the things my eyes have seen

Sometimes healing only comes one piece at a time. Sometimes it's so slow, it's painful. And sometimes it only happens when the people we love push us toward it. A stand-alone one shot that spins off from the events of Heliocentrism.

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heliocentrism

Prompt: Amy goes undercover for some time (months maybe??). Jake goes crazy because he misses her like hell and is worried about her. He is very sad. Then she comes back and they are very cute (lots of fluff please!!)

You only need the light when it's burning low, only miss the sun when it starts to snow, only know you love her when you let her go.

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THE GOOD PLACE

the song in my head was all that i had

He's Chidi Anagonye, and everything is fine.

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GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell

The expanse of inky blackness sprawled out before her seems peaceful in spite of Drax’s mind-numbing laughter booming through the Benatar, and though the sound of it grates against her ears even after all the time she’s spent in close quarters with him, she feels her lips twitching, fighting against a smile. He’s off somewhere in the bowels of the ship with Mantis, probably exploring whatever areas they’ve not yet discovered. And she knows Rocket’s busy arguing with Groot near the storage area - apparently explosives don’t mix well with whatever kindling Groot has started to shed. And Peter -

He’d shuffled off to the captain’s quarters with the earpieces of his Zune tucked securely in his ears some time ago.

It seems that all is right in the galaxy.

For now.

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STRANGER THINGS

the wind is low, the birds will sing that you are part of everything

ANONYMOUS ASKED: a fic prompt - Steve gets introduced to El and internally he's like 'guess ive got 5 kids now' :3

She looks very different than she did three days earlier. Gone is the slicked-back hair and heavy eye makeup, gone are the ratty jeans and ripped shirts and jackets. The girl that sits before him now doesn’t particularly look like she’s hiding superpowers. She looks like just that, a girl - radiating innocence and timidity beneath a veritable mop of lazy curls that hang down in her big wide brown eyes. Her clothes are big and baggy and definitely scream hand-me-down but he can tell by looking at her that she has no concept of why that might be a bad thing.

It’s when she slides off the bed and steps toward him - after casting an uncertain glance at Mike - that it really hits him. She reaches up to push her hair out of her eyes and he finally sees them, the depth behind those irises, the strength radiating off of her that seems to originate somewhere down in her bones. What he thought was timidity is now a carefully-restrained surge of pure power. It very nearly floors him.

“Hi,” her voice is soft and measured and her hand is steady as she reaches toward him.

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watching through windows, you’re wondering if i’m okay

The whole house is quiet, the echoes of Billy’s barbaric screaming long-since faded away, but when Mike closes his eyes and inhales deeply enough, he could swear he still smells the faintly tangy scent of whatever that gel was in El’s hair, the one that filled his lungs when he breathed her in. He can still feel the heat of her against him, the way her heart beat so hard and wild against his chest, the way her nails dug into his shoulders through his sweater when he’d hugged her as close and as hard as he could. He can still feel her, alive and breathing, real and there, even though it’s been a couple of hours and he’s had as many brushes with death in that time. The anxiety still bristling in his stomach roars and doubles over on top of itself, threatening to buckle his knees and bring him to the floor for a moment.

It’s the memory of those headlights flaring to near blinding proportions that keeps him steady on his feet. There’s no way that was anything but Eleven.

The aftermath of the group's collective brush with the Mind Flayer and his army.

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My Thoughts on Arya and Gendry

This post contains Game of Thrones spoilers through Episode 8x02.  To continue reading, please click the link below.

It finally happened.  Arya and Gendry.  I've been hoping for this pretty much since they met. Not sex specifically... it IS possible to ship two young characters without wanting them to sleep together, guys.  Arya was 12 when they met on the show, younger in the books.  So no, that wasn't what I was thinking back then.  I just noted the chemistry the characters had together and the sparks of attraction between them.  Now that's it's happened, though, the fandom seems very divided on the subject. I'd like to address that here and also share my own opinions on the subject.

There seem to be two main camps of thought happening here.  Some people simply don't like the pairing, and those people are certainly entitled to that opinion.  Among these are fans who say Arya would never want to settle down... with anyone.  This is based, largely, on the conversation she had with Ned in Season 1, in which he told her that she would marry a lord and be lady of his castle and raise his children.  Arya stated very clearly that that wasn't who she was.  I can see how people take that to mean she never wants to settle down. It also wouldn't be out of character for the person she's become, especially since her time in Braavos.  However, there is another way to interpret that conversation.  Arya will never be a lady the way Sansa is.  She's too wild to settle into that sort of lifestyle.  She doesn't want to live as nobility expects a woman to live.  But Gendry wouldn't ask that of her.  He may be the bastard son of a king, but he doesn't want the throne.  I think he'd be more than happy to settle down as a blacksmith in some quiet town, or else follow his love on whatever wild adventure she wants to undertake. What's west of Westeros?  No one knows... but I could easily see Arya and Gendry discovering that together.  As a little girl, Arya could only see two paths:  the one she wanted and the one society wanted for her.  At that age she didn't imagine a world in which she could be married without being a "lady".  Now that she's seen the world and how others live, I think her eyes are open to all the possibilities available to her.

Then there's the main thing I've seen in reaction to this development.  A lot of fans were bothered by Arya having a sex scene. Some people feel this way because, again, they think it's out of character for her. But the majority seem bothered because... it's Arya.  And you know, I get that.  We've watched her character grow up on screen.  We feel fiercely protective of her, the same way most of us do of Sansa.  There is one major difference here, though: Arya chose this.  She wanted it.  Sansa, as we know, has never been given that kind of choice.  Even though we've watched her since she was 11, Arya is 17/18 now (and Maisie is 22).  Sansa was 12 when she was betrothed to Joffrey, 14 when she was married to Tyrion, and 15/16 when she was given to Ramsay.  Aside from her initial naive attraction to Joffrey, NONE of that was Sansa's choice.  Now here's Arya, older than her sister was in any of those situations, and she makes the conscious choice to sleep with Gendry.  Not only that, but she initiated the whole scene. She knows there's a high chance they're all going to die, so she takes what may be her last opportunity at this experience. More than that, she could have chosen anyone... but she wanted it to be Gendry. Many think she's never wanted love, but I believe that changed when she met Gendry.  And I believe part of her willingness to give herself over to the life of the Faceless Men was because she thought she'd lost him.  She'd lost her father, her mother, her eldest brother,  and... she believed...  her younger brothers as well.  Jon was sworn to the Night's Watch. Sansa was a prisoner in King's Landing.  And she'd lost the only boy she'd ever loved.  It's easy to see how the prospect of becoming "No One" was tempting.  But she knew that she couldn't stay in Braavos.  She had to go home and return to what was left of her pack.  And that now includes Gendry.  With all the horrible things that happen in this series, especially to women, Arya's story...  all parts of it... should be celebrated.  In a world where marrying off a 12-year-old girl is considered commonplace, this kind of consensual situation should be viewed as a happy development, not one for scorn.  

Now that I've said my piece on all of that, I have to address the fears.  Many now believe that either Arya's death, Gendry's, or both, is now guaranteed.  I REALLY don't want to believe that.  I know Arya believes it.  I completely believe that is why she was lying awake in bed beside him.  She believes she's going to die.  I want to think that she'd allow their relationship to progress beyond a single encounter. However, she truly believes that's all they'll ever have. I want to believe that Gendry's role in the story isn't over.  Was the last living Baratheon truly brought back simply for his skills as a blacksmith?  I have a hard time believing that.  I know some people believe Arya will be pregnant and therefore the Baratheon line will live on... but even that doesn't feel like closure for this storyline.  As for the prospect of Arya dying... just... no.  I need her to survive to the end.  From a purely storytelling point of view, it would be cruel to kill her off without giving her one last chance to cross Cersei (and maybe the Mountain) off her list.

All of this brings me to a theory I've seen come up, and I think it may have some weight to it.  One payoff we've have yet to see is Melisandre's promise that she and Arya would meet again.  Some fans believe that Arya will die, but will be resurrected by Melisandre.  I think this is not unlikely.  I think it is also possible that Gendry will be the one to die, but she'll save him for Arya.  I see this as the most poetic of possibilities: "I took him from you.  Now let me give him back". I also think it's likely this could be done at the sacrifice of Melisandre's own life.  That would be fitting.  She sacrificed so many in the service of the Lord of Light. Now she believes she's finally found her Prince in Jon. Arya is the person Jon loves most in the world, so to bring her back would be a worthy service in her eyes.  However, I think Gendry would be even more meaningful.  This is someone she once tried to sacrifice to further the goals of her false Prince, Stannis.  Gendry now serves Jon and he loves Arya... so his resurrection by her own sacrifice would be a beautiful atonement.  While I pray that neither Arya nor Gendry will die in the coming battle, if they can be resurrected, then that's enough for me.  I just need them both alive.

In conclusion, I believe that the progression of Arya and Gendry's relationship from friends to lovers is a beautiful thing.  Now I just need them both to survive (one way or another) and for Arya to allow him into her heart beyond that single night.

Now, if you'll excuse me... I need to go panic about the upcoming episode. 

[dovabunny]

Kirkwall Love Shack

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Relationship: Anders/Fenris

Fandom: Dragon Age II

Rating: Mature

Characters: Isabela; Merrill; Anders; Varric; Sebastian; Hawke; Fenris

Tags: Alternative universe - Modern with magic; adult content; reference to sex toys; oblivious Hawke

Chapter: 1/1

Series: FicTober Ficlets

Summary: Hawke knew all his friends worked at Kirkwall Love Shack together, the shop across the road from Amell's Pizza. He just never knew 'exactly' what they did. Or: The one where Hawke finds out his friends have been working in an adult shop all this time.

FicTober prompt ( from @barbex ): “People like you have no imagination”

Dragon Age Inktober prompt (from Dankou): Hawke

The result: this hot garbage.

 “Bela?” Hawke meekly asked as he walked back into the shop all his friends, except him, worked: the Kirkwall Love Shack. He ran Amell’s Pizzas with his mom across the road.

 “Yes, sweet thing?”

 “I broke your keyring, I’m so sorry!”

 Everyone in the shop did an almost comedic freeze and turned to look at him. Varric’s jaw hung open, Fenris looked stunned, Anders looked worried, Merrill looked surprised, and Sebastian looked impressed. At least it was after hours and there were no customers.

 After a dead silence long enough for him to stark squirming, Hawke cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. This seemed to break them out of  it.

 “Hawke, honeybear…” Isabela said cautiously. “How exactly did you break the keyring?”

 He pulled out the key and the strange rubber thing that was attached to it. “It was too heavy and the metal of the ring tore through the rubber when I unlocked the bathroom door.”

 There was a collective sigh in the room, some faces looking relieved, others disappointed. Hawke raised an eyebrow, still feeling lost and uncomfortable. “Am I… missing something here?”

 Varric walked past him, a crate full of magazines under the one arm, and gave him a friendly slap him the shoulder. “We were just a little worried about you there for a moment, Hawke,” the Dwarf chuckled, shaking his head.

 Behind the till counter Fenris leaned forward on his arms, managing to look both bored and intrigued. “For a moment there I thought Anders may actually be of use for once,” he smirked as Isabela who sat perched on the counter next to him snickered.

 “Not of use, Fen? That’s not what you said last night,” Anders replied with a scowl from his corner of the shop. Hawke never could figure out the dynamics of their relationship. “And I resent that! Safety is no laughing matter. But sure, it’s always ‘      oh lets laugh at Anders and his posters    ’ till somebody actually ‘      breaks a keyring’     then it’s Anders to the rescue.” The blond gave Sebastian a meaningful look at that last end, and the former brother turned to suddenly look very occupied with his shelves.

 “Wait,” Merrill chirped, “Sebastian - did you break a keyring too? I thought we were talking about something dirty.”

 Fenris snorted. “Witch, we work in a sex shop. Everything we talk about is dirty.”

 “...you what? Do you and Merrill have second jobs? No, there’s no need for you to work in such a place!” Hawke said, trying to hide his concern for his friends. He knew being elves in Kirkwall was difficult, but still. “Guys, if you needed the extra cash, you know mother and I would be happy to let you take some shifts at the restaurant?”

 The room went back to silence, but now the looks were more incredulous narrow-eyed glares than shock. Anders was the one to speak up, “Hawke… what exactly is it you think we all do here?”

 “Well,” Hawke shuffled his feet. “You all share the shop, but each of you have like your own ‘section’?” after some nods he continued. “Aveline does the books,” another nod had him feeling confident. “Then Fenris does the till, and Bela - you just showed up one day and demanded a cheque at the end of the month from Varric, so I’m not sure what you do but I think you work with the customers?”

 “So far so good, love,” Bela purred, biting her bottom lip as if to keep from laughing. “Do go on.”

 Hawke puffed out his chest and turned to the rest of them. “Varric handles books, magazines, and tapes, and he has that viewing room in the back for movies. With the local Blockbuster and the bookstore around the corner closing he’s ever the entrepreneur and took over those markets.”

 Varric casually pulled a pen and piece of paper out of somewhere and took notes.

 “Then Sebastian has like a hardware section, chains, bolts, straps, clamps, and ...various black leather stuff. Merrill deals with natural and Dalish remedies and trinkets, and teaches yoga or something. And Anders… I’m not sure but he always goes to those women’s and pride marches, he has that late night radio program where people can call in with questions, and he deals with, like, lotions and medicine? He also goes to schools and colleges to talk to kids about...something.”

 It was at this point that Hawke realised that everyone was trying very hard not to laugh, with varying degrees of success. Fenris had his face hidden in his folded arms, Varric was snickering behind a magazine, Sebastian was biting his fist, and Merrill’s shoulders were shaking but a hand covered her mouth. Only Anders was the one to start laughing out loud, “Garrett? You can’t be serious? Someone check the calendar, is it April first?”

 At Hawke’s confused expression laughter erupted further in the room. “Did I...get it wrong?”

 “Oh sugar butt,” Isabela wheezed as she tried to keep tears from smudging her makeup. “People like you have no imagination.”

 It was Varric who finally came to his rescue. He put down his crate of magazines and stood on it to be level with Hawke. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder he pulled the taller man close. “Allow uncle Varric to educate you. This is the Kirkwall Love Shack. It’s an adult store. Me? I do the porn - DVDs, magazines, illustrated comics, and that room in the back is a viewing room - for porn. Rivaini deals with general queries and our vanilla merchandise, dildos, vibraters, fleshlights, various penis-shaped stuff for bachelorettes, sweets and treats, blow-up dolls, and perfumes. Choir boy deals with the BDSM merch, you know, whips and chains and all that.”

 Varric turned a disturbed Hawke to the other  side of the room. “Here we have Daisy, she handles all our natural and Dalish preferences, elfroot oils, pleasure crystals, some teas that are stronger than viagra, and teaches tantric yoga. And lastly, our sexual health advocate, Anders. He does the lubes, condoms, vitamins, and - as he still has his medical license - also prescribes birth control. His late night radio program is on sexual health and has people call in to ask any question regarding sex. He also teaches sex ed at local schools and colleges, and the entire boot of his car is at all times filled to capacity with pamphlets on various sexual preferences, orientations, positions, and how to do it all safely.”

 “...and Fenris?” that may or may not have been an terrified quiver in his voice.

 “Fenris just works the till.” Varric responds as Fenris gave him a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “He knows exactly what kinks everyone in Kirkwall has, and probably how many dildos they own and their sizes.”

 “An accurate assumption.”

 “I-, bu-, ho-” Hawke took a few slow breaths, breathing through the little existential crisis where he questioned everything he knew. He opened his eyes after a few moments, not having realised he closed them.

 “So?” Isabela prompted.

 “So,” Hawke sighed. “I actually came over because I promised Bethy and Carver to find them summer jobs when they come home for college break. Said I’ll check with you guys if Love Shack has any openings.” A snicker in the room and Hawke finally lights up like a cherry, his blush heating his cheeks and ears. “I’ll...just give them some of my shifts at the restaurant.”

[alterlifes-a]

i love u and the psd u have for mirio is beautiful!!! can u rec some bnha blogs? or maybe anime blogs in general, thank u!

you want blog recs ?! i got blog recs ! also , i did have another anon a few months ago asking for blog recs , so i’ll only be recommending b.nha blogs , since i can do non - b.nha blogs another day ! ALSO , thank you so much for your input on my psd for mirio  !!  i’m so proud of it , as well tbh !  ❤︎ i’m putting this under a read more so i can gush and not clog up peoples’ dashes !! also these are in order of my following list rn , so it’s in no specific order .

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[ fans myself … ] but honestly as a fellow artist in the rpc , i love seeing other muns’ art on my dash and vincent is no exception . he has such a distinct style , and this also translates into how he portrays shinsou ! he obviously has a good handle on how shinsou works as a character , and seeing him in my notes or on the dash is always grounds to make me smile !@yunihon​​  ❤︎  endy is the best , eri is the best … but seriously , endy’s eri ( that sounds like a tongue twister ) is amazing . 5/5 best daughter , would adopt and protect from all harm ( please protect eri from all harm )@charistatic​  /  @ofiignition​​  ❤︎  i have so many feelings for gina and tbqh they are all positive . we kind of brushed shoulders with one another in a previous fandom , but now that i’ve gotten to better know her , i can say for sure that i will personally destroy you with both my hands if you make gina upset in any way . but for real , she’s caring and so fun to be around . also we scream about promised neverland together , i mean , what’s not great about that ?!@riteous​​  ❤︎  eulalie has a b.nha verse on this blog so i’m putting them here .  ok ok but thanos is singlehandedly one of my most favourite oc’s in the world . whenever eulalie posts about them i’m just : eyes : : ok_hand : : 100 : … also they look … stunning . seriously , if you’re going to follow eulalie for like the most bare bone reason , follow because their muse is the prettiest but stay because the mun is a wonderful person .@faceplain​​  ❤︎  kit’s sero is iconic … you should check out their blog !! and if not it’s okay , i’m activating my own tape quirk to slingshot you over there right now as i type .@trapsminds​​  ❤︎  i literally look at sunne’s icon on my dash and i immediately light up into a smile , and if that isn’t any indication that this is a shinsou worth following then idk what ever will be .@bgku​  /  @kwurk​​  ❤︎  CLOOOOOOO —- [ i continue this for 3 hours straight until you click clo’s blog ] ok but really i love clo’s headcanons for bakugou so much … even the smallest , two word post will leave me going :D !!@raijima​  /  @slipstep​​  ❤︎  ryou has a b.nha verse so i’m putting him on here too but also vanur is such an imaginative person and i love every single idea that pops out from his head . he writes such amazing and divine original characters , they feel like they’re real and palpable .@tapeties​  /  @exposensei​​  ❤︎  REID I GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE RIGHT NOW !!! tbh when i think of aizawa , i just think of reid in general … his penmanship with any character is * chef - kisses my fingers *@chargebolted​  /  @noquirk​​  ❤︎  if you’re not following prince i’m going to come into your house and steal all of your left shoes . ok but really , prince is not only inventive and innovative , he puts a unique and loving touch on every single character he writes . literally ! what more can you ask for ?! i actually mix myself up because i’m so accustomed to writing about / with his deck that i forget he isn’t canon , which . hello , hori ? do it . now . puppeteer and analyzer spin off WHEN !?@trickry​​  ❤︎  you’re lucky i’m putting you on here because i literally hovered over your blog just to double check things like i did with everyone else’s and i got met with that stupid header oh my go — ( but follow hunni actually )@thuskindlyiscatter​​  ❤︎  what do you mean ruby isn’t a canon bnha character ( august just ended but i’m extending it . today is august 37th . so you have to follow august during this month . )@rdriots​​  ❤︎  you know how sometimes you just associate a mun or muse with one another ? like , if you thought of the name tooru , a lot of people would think of me ? i think of kiri and one of the first blogs that comes into mind is this one , because leo’s kiri is just that iconic .@viperot​​  ❤︎  don’t follow if you don’t want madoka to release 10 , 000 snakes into your muse’s house . actually it doesn’t matter , they’re going to do it anyway . i hear their reviews on yelp are awful , though :(  in all seriousness , lemon is one of the best muns i know out there . they’re naturally just a great person . #geminisolidarity@scartar​​  ❤︎  i would kill for zander . like . literally . i would kill for zander . seeing zander on my dash brings me so much unbridled joy … also they’re the person who likes every single one of your posts , get THAT kind of support in your life tbh .@quirkedit​  /  @heartslight​​  ❤︎  sparky log onto your monoma . sparky log onto your monoma . log onto your monoma , sparky . sp@ondespair​​  /  @onfaith​  ❤︎  who is this man i don’t know him he just randomly appeared on this blog rec and definitely does not have a super well - thought out and developed oc .@killslove​​  ❤︎  rose logged onto his himiko yesterday and i am still screaming about it more than 24 hours later … but honestly , rose puts SOOOOOO SO SO SO SO much thought into how himiko works as a character , and that makes me happy because i also wrote / psychoanalyzed her for a brief moment and tbh rose ? articulates all of that research into a well fleshed out and believable interpretation of her .@creatied​​  ❤︎  i went to type in the url but then just typed in ‘ maddy ’ like an idiot . but yeah . maddy . she’s beauty she’s grace she loves momo so much and you can very much tell . she isn’t super active rn and that’s understandable but whenever she does post i am heart eyes !@implosiveexplosive​​  ❤︎  HONESTLY JUST LOOK AT JAY’S WRITING AND TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T FOLLOW OH MY GOD IT’S GORGEOUS@boydazzle​​  ❤︎  egg est un auteur magnifique ! aussi … voulez-vous du fromage ? :)@keiuu​​  ❤︎  QUEENIE IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE ON THIS WEBSITE this isn’t even my opinion it’s literally a FACT  thank you goodBYE@aerve​​  ❤︎  can you tell i’m writing so much i’m running out of things to say without just repeating 20239 times that everyone is amazing ( which they are ) anyway coral is one of said people who i can use a billion adjectives to describe positively and yet my brain is churning out none . but coral ? 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