#wip: robin gets nested

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Politely requesting my beloved "Robin gets nested" for this week 🩷

“I wanna go home,” he pup-whines up at Robin, wrapping his arms around his neck t’cling onto ‘im a lil’–jus’ enough t’come across like a pup askin’ their dam fer somethin’, he hopes–and Robin’s whole expression an’ whole posture an’ whole everything all zeroes in on ‘im all at once, like he’s–like he’s fuckin’ important or somethin’. 

Like Jason’s really his fuckin’ pup. 

Dumbass, Jason tries to think, but mostly just still wants t’cry like he’s jus’ stupid weak-ass bullshit.

“‘Home’,” Robin repeats, sounding a little–weird, maybe, when he says it. Jason thinks maybe he shoulda said somethin’ different, or maybe Robin’s just comin’ up enough t’realize he ain’t got a pup an’–

Then Robin adjusts his grip on ‘im, an’ then Robin jumps onto the nearest roof. 

Like, there’s other stuff involved, like run-up and ricochets an’ freaky acrobatic shit on the fire escape that gets ‘em six stories up on top of that roof an’ runnin’ across it in about two seconds flat, it feels like–but all Jason really registers is Robin just jumped, an’ the next thing he knows is they’re on the literal fuckin’ ROOF.

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Will you expand on that, Reverse Robin, with Tim? I just found it!

I don't have too much plot for the Cuckoo in a Robin's Nest Au (the Name is a WIP) yet, so I can't write a dabble for you. For those wondering, this references the DC-only story I was thinking of writing. It can be found here.

Tim glances up as the bell on the door chimes. He knows who it is before he spots the head of dirty blond hair and the warm smile stretched against a freckled face.

Little Freddie rapidly became a regular after Tim set up a side table for him to comfortably eat and do his homework. Tim didn't know much about the kid besides the fact that he was being raised by a single father and had two older brothers. Apparently, the three were constantly working yet barely making ends meet leaving the small child to his own devices.

That wasn't an uncommon story around these parts. Not many employers were willing to hire anyone with a Crime Alley address, and those that did often only wanted to overwork them while underpaying them.

The fact that the boy still actively went to school during the day surprised the Crime Alley dwellers more. He was a School Kid, which meant something different to the people here. If Ex-Bat had to bet, Freddie's family put his future before theirs, since the boy won a scholarship to Gotham Academy.

He had to tell the boy to cover his uniform when walking home. He never knew who would mistake him for a rich kid and what they would do for a bit of quick cash in these parts.

Freddie now always came after school without his blazer and uniform shirt. He always changed in the bathrooms, throwing on a faded oversized band t-shirt and a baggy, run-down hoodie.

Even with his uniform pants, Freddie easily changed from a Gotham Academy School kid to a common Alley Crime Kid.

Tim himself had two part-time jobs, but they weren't enough to get him out of the city. He missed his resources like a missing limb, but he had survived with less before, and he could now.

The idea of creating any link between himself and the heroes made his skin crawl, even if it was to hack into the bank accounts he once had access to. Tim was already risking so much by moving through the city without documentation.

If he created a fake paper trail, he worried the Bats would pick up on it. Tim was done with them all. He died for them. They let him die.

He would never let them back in again.

That is why he chose to stay in Gotham.

It was one of the few places that didn't bat an eye at the fact that Alvin Draper only had his name and homeless shelter address. His apartment was a shed in someone's backyard, barely legal to count it as a rental space. It had a bathroom, a tiny sink, and a stove, but not much else.

It was the best he could find with what little he had to prove himself.

His big, mountain-of-muscle Russian landlord thought Tim was a runaway or rent boy because of how he talked, but he took the risk of letting him live there anyway. He at least felt safe when the man pulled out a receipt book to give him proof of payment, and after a vague confirmation that Tim wouldn't bring any trouble around the house.

He only cared that he could turn in his rent in cash and that if he needed to work odd hours, he should not make any noise past ten p.m. He also offered to care for any troublemakers who couldn't understand that Tim was only working if they followed him home.

It was oddly sweet how Crime Alley had both empathy and self-preservation deep in their bones for each other.

"Hi Alvin!" Freedie chips, throwing his scruffed-up backpack in the chair closest to the wall. He bounces in his seat, digging into the Pepperoni pizza Tim sets on the table for him. It's only three slices, but with his employee discount, it's less than a soda from a vending machine.

Tim wasn't sure how much Freddie's family was struggling, but he didn't mind providing the boy with a meal if he could.

"Hi Freddie," he answers warmly, pouring the boy some water. Since they were the only ones in the restaurant, he lingered near the table, placing his hands on his hips as he regarded the boy's appearance. Three weeks ago, he caught a bruise, concealed by makeup, near his neck, and has been hyper-aware of any reappearances since. "How was school?"

"It was pretty good. John tried to throw me in a locker, but I punched him in the nuts like you taught me before he could," the boy reveals with a proud puff of his chest. "His friends tried to grab me, but I swung my shoulder bags at them and they got scared."

Tim sniggers, pride pooling in his gut. His fake Crime Alley accent is rougher than normal, further disguising him. No one who heard him ever thought he was born with a silver tooth. "Good. Teach those prep losers not to mess with ruffians."

Freddie's smile is crooked with both a mischievous nature and the edge of barely concealed violence. "My Dad and brothers think I shouldn't let them get under my skin."

"It's important to be the bigger man," Tim confirms, refilling the boy's cup after he chugs it nearly all in one drink. "It's also important to defend yourself before things escalate."

Freddie is silent momentarily before carefully offering, "My second-oldest brother used to say that, too."

Tim doesn't know what happened to the second oldest, but he has noticed that Freedie always speaks of him in the past tense. This was another common thing in Crime Alley.

People died all the time, and everyone who called this hell-hole home had personally experienced loss at least once before turning eighteen.

"Your brother had the right idea." He settles on grinning at the boy. Freedie's blue eyes are searching, tracing over Tim's face as if searching for a lie, but the door chimes again, and he has to turn away to greet the new customers before he can ask what the boy is searching for.

He offers Freedie a slight nod while returning to the cashier. He pretends he doesn't notice how the twelve-year-old pulls out his homework after finishing his pizza slices. More specifically, he ignores how the boy occasionally attempts to take his picture between math questions.

It's cute how hard he tried to be sneaky about it and how his frustration grew with each failed attempt. Tim was having far too much fun carefully dodging his camera, making sure to move in a way that made it appear like an accident that his face was never captured correctly.

It reminded Tim of himself when he was twelve. Ah, memories.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Precarious 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, arranged marriage, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you're forced to leave the pages of your books and face reality.

This is part of the Three Sisters for Three Misters AU (this reader is know as Wren)

Characters: Loki

Note: Here is the second one!

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You don’t know when your perch grew so uncomfortable but it is preferable to the alternative. You lean against the trunk, legs hooked around the thick branch for balance, as you delve into a world not your own. You build the pillars in your mind, paint the vivid landscapes, and mold the characters into silhouettes. Fiction has always been much more interesting than reality. And safer. 

Still, your denial is a hefty a shield as those pages. Neither can protect you from the inevitable. The hours tick away on your watch and countdown to your fate. 

The bell will soon toll with the screech of your mother’s voice. She will be certain to sniff you out of your nest. You sigh wistfully and close the book. How many hours had you wiled away just like that? How many days had you spent ignorant to your own freedom? It is all coming to an end, though can’t truly say you ever lived outside captivity. Yet, what you know is always better than the unknown. 

Your brow twitches and you rub it to calm the tight muscle. You nearly knock your round glasses off in the process. As you straighten them, you can already hear your mother’s remonstrance. ‘Why don’t you wear your contacts? We spent all that money on them.’  

Well, mother, they make my eyes burn. 

Like everything else, you keep the gripe inside. She never cares when you do speak up. Only your sisters care and they’re just as powerless as you. 

Some might say you’re spoiled. Ungrateful, even. Look at what you were born into. Not everyone has a nice house and fancy cars and sprawling lawns. Oh, and don’t forget that title. You have one of those too. Well, no one ever asked you if you want all that. They just put the mantle on your shoulders so you could stagger under its weight. 

The familiar lurch of the front gates draws you from your spite. You dread that sound more than anything. It means there’s a guest and you were never one for people. 

You duck to see through the leaves and watch the car roll through the gates. The older model is painted a shade of robin’s egg that sticks out even at a distance. You sit up and check your watch. It’s very early still, yet, you don’t have much time at all. Not as it keeps on rolling by. 

You tuck your book in your sweater and tuck in the hem to keep it from slipping. You turn to scale down the trunk, careful as you lower yourself to the next branch and the next, before gently dropping into the grass. You stand and adjust your glasses as you try to track the vehicle’s advance towards the house. 

You hug your book through the wool of your sweater and sprint across the lawn. You stay behind the hedges and the spiked shrubs around the front of the house. You duck behind the plinth that holds a full-bellied vase of lilies.  

You peek out from behind the stone as you watch the blond man step out of the car. He peers up at the facade as he shades his gaze from the sunlight. It’s a nice day for the worst of your life. 

He’s tall and his golden hair has a subtle wave, even combed back neatly. He wears a brown suit with a plaid pattern in a tan tint, and he stands with fearless determination. He measures the house. He does not see a future wife, he sees the riches waiting. 

You skirt around behind the greenery and enter through the side door before you can be spotted. The hubbub of the cooks and the maids overshadows your covert quest. Even as the second-born daughter of a prestigious family, you go unnoticed. You scurry up your stairs as your father’s voice booms from behind you. He isn’t calling for you, he never does. 

You hurry down the hallway and the book slips from your sweater as the bottom pulls loose from your waistband. You push your glasses up into your hair as they slip down your nose. You catch the novel and press it under your arm as you charge towards Chicky’s door. You let yourself in without knocking, breathless as you slam yourself against the other side. 

Your sisters turn to you in surprise, your own must be just as plain. You only expected one, not both. 

“I saw one,” you blurt out. 

“Saw one?” Chicky, your younger sister, repeats back. 

You shush her and storm away from the door. 

“He’s tall. Blond. Look.” You point to the window, hoping he has yet to breach the walls.  

Your sisters glance at each other then behind them. Chicky stands and she goes with Kestral to look. You hover near the vanity and glance your reflection. Oh, you are a mess. You pull a leaf from your hair and glower. And you are to meet your betrothed today? 

“Oh, wow, that is typical,” Kestral sneers. “An antique car. Well, Wren, you should hope he’s yours then. By the looks of it, he’ll spend more time with that beast than you.” 

You squeak and shake your head, swaying on your feet so you almost topple. The thought makes your stomach bubble. You scrunch up your face and put your book again your chest. 

“Mm, he has manners. He is chatting rather intently with Reginald.” Kestral says. 

You frown at the mention of the valet. He is so nosy. 

“Yes, Reginald can be rather chatty,” you mutter. Chicky tilts coyly. You’re not sure why. 

“Well, Kes,” Chicky says as she turns to you, “you said you asked around. What did you hear?” 

The question makes your heart knot even if you are just as curious, though rather scared, to hear the answer. 

“Like I said, gossip is rarely useful.” Kestral gives a long sigh. “Mine, Conrad… he’s not much history in ‘society’,” she gives a lilt to the words with a gesture, “from what I’ve gathered, he comes from a well to do family. I heard more of his brother than him. Frustratingly mysterious.” 

She sounds as aggravated as her words suggest. She sits on the bed with folded arms. “then there’s Laufeyson,” the name sends a shiver through you. You remember when you first heard it spoke. Your father’s demands echo in your head. ‘You will do as I bid.’ As ever father. 

“He does have quite the reputation,��� she continues. “A tricky man. I’m not entirely sure why mother and father chose him but no offense, Wrenny, you are a middle child.” 

You blink dolefully, “Mm, I’d say better than no one but no one sounds rather nice.” 

Chicky giggles. She always finds things so funny. You wish you could be like her. That anything could make you so happy. 

“And me?” your younger sister prompts. 

“Pine, proper gentleman by my measure. Never as toe out of line. No mystery. No scandal. He sounds like he was created in a factory.” 

“Boring?” Chicky wonders. 

It’s all boring and it’s all terrifying. You trace the edge of the book with your fingernail and rock. Their voices haze together as you try to imagine what your life will be. It’s right there, closer by the minute, but you just can’t imagine it. You can’t imagine the man who you’ll spend your life with. 

You squeak at the very thought of him seeing you. What will he think? And after that? You’re expected to… to… oh my. No, you could never. 

“Wren,” Kestral’s voice snaps you back, “you can take all your book and add a thousand more to your shelves. You could build yourself a castle and lock yourself away to read forever. And Chicky, you just be you. Go out shooting or dancing or shopping. As long as our duty is met, we will be free. Truly. No more mother, no more father. We will laugh in their faces and say ‘no’.”  

“I hope you’re right,” Chicky speaks your thoughts aloud. 

You don’t believe she is right, though. You don’t see it happening. As much as you would love to build a little hermitage, you don’t think any husband will stand for that. Even if your father would rather swallow glass than spend time alone with your mother, they still make their appearances. Together. 

“So, Wren, you look ready to meet your beloved,” Kestral teases.  

You blanch, “oh. Sorry. I... was reading.” 

“You? Reading?” She chuckles. “I’m only kidding. But if you want me to work on your hair, I think I might have you looking a kitten rather than a lion.” 

“Hm, yes, maybe,” your brow spasms again and you nearly slap your glasses off trying to stop it. 

“What are you wearing then?” Chicky asks. 

“Um, clothes. Er. They’re in my room,” you shrug.  

“Well, yes, I would hope,” she smirks. 

“Sorry,” you apologise again. 

“I’ve got to fetch my dress, might I get yours as well?” Kestral offers as she stands. 

You shake your head, “that’s fine. I’ll... I’ll figure it out on my own.” 

You turn for the door and she calls after you again, “we’re your sisters, you know? If you need anything... well, we’re in this together, aren’t we?” 

“Sure, uh, yes,” you murmur over your shoulder as you clasp the door handle. “See you at dinner.” 

“See you...” Kestral drones in disappointment as Chicky clucks. 

You inch open the door and peek out before you plunge into the hallway. You hurry down to your room and hide inside. You just need time to think. Get yourself straight. 

You check the mirror on the wall. Ugh! Your hair. Your face. Your everything. 

You go into the en suite bathroom and rinse your face. You moisturise with the tinted lotion Kestral gifted you and scrape your lashes with mascara. Ugh. You hate painting yourself up like a doll. So you keep it minimal; lotion, lashes, lips. 

You pop back into your room and pull out your chosen attire. Your mother approved after you moped her into submission. All the dresses she showed you had you turning your shoulder to you. She finally relented and let you choose something less... risque. 

The pattern of the silk reminds you of an empress you read about. The blue and gold pair well and the red patches add some depth. The pantsuit is as comfortable as you’ll be given the circumstances. 

You’re not like Kestral. You can’t pull off elegance, and you’re far from cute, like Chicky. You’re just yourself. That fact is not a happy one for your parents. You’re not sure it’ll be any more endearing to the stranger you’ll call your husband. 

You put it on and tie up the belt. You have some bronze heels to match and a satin band to try to rein in your hair. The sapphire on the headband adds a touch of shine to appease your mother. When you look at yourself all done up, you’re still not ready. 

You wonder if that blond man is the one you’re expected to wed. The very thought makes you sick to your stomach. He doesn’t look like a good match. He’s too suave, too handsome, too pristine. Well, no aristocratic gentleman would present himself otherwise. 

You retreat from your reflection and sit at your desk. You stare at the book, mourning it like a friend. You aren’t naive or foolish, though many people assume that you are. A marriage means you won’t be alone. You won’t be able to just sit and read and hide away from the world.  

Your mother might be demanding but you expect nothing less than a tyrant to replace her. By your father’s foreboding, any husband would be right to put you in your place. Based on how disappointed your own parents are, you can’t imagine someone without any familial obligation will be any less disillusioned. 

You bend forward and rest your forehead on the book. It’s not just all those fictional companions you’ll lose. It’s your sisters. They speak as if it will all be as it is, just with some new faces. You know better than that. You’ve read enough stories of strained arrangements and reluctant pairings, but this is no fairytale. You will have no happily ever after. 

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WIP Wednesday 🐰 'Bunny Race'

Here's a preview snippet of my @stmarchmm fic Bunny Race... hopefully, I'll have it ready later for today's 'collaring' prompt!

This spawned from a mention ‘bunny night’ in my omega cat café fic and I wanted to write it, because of the cuteness of bunny!Steve and bunny!Chrissy. Seeing as I might not have space for it in that fic, though… this happened. Whoops!  

ETA: fic is now up here on AO3

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Chief Alpha Hopper approached with the starting gun, then stopped to talk with a couple of deputies.

Steve squirmed, glancing at Chrissy, who was fiddling with her bunny-ears and chewing her lip. Couldn’t Hopper see, let alone smell, how desperate all the Omegas were to get racing? To release all this nervous energy in the thrill of the chase, before their heats got so bad none of them were capable of running anywhere.

“Where is Robin catching you?” Steve whispered.

“We’ve built a nest near Skull Rock.”

“That’s so cliché! Everyone will be meeting around there.”

“Your heat mushed your brain already, you ditz? We needed somewhere even Robin can’t get lost finding.”

“Oh. Yeah. Fair point.”

Eddie was ‘catching’ Steve at a nest they’d laid near Eostre’s Spring, where they might actually get some privacy. He would’ve told Chrissy about it, had not Hopper swung his attention back to the ‘bunnies.’

“Form a line,” he shouted, and, as one, the bunnies obeyed. Then, in a softer tone, “If any Omega doesn’t want to be here, or has been pressured in any way, you can stay with me. You’ll have my full protection, for as long as you need.”

A nervy shimmer passed along the row of bunnies, who glanced at one another and shuffled their feet.

“All right,” he said, after it grew clear nobody was taking up his offer. “Anyone gets properly scared, or changes their mind, you find me or one of my deputies. We’ll look after you. Now, this gun is gonna be loud, Bunnies. Get ready, set…”

He fired into the air, and the BANG was echoed by a cacophony of piercing Omega squeals. Steve ducked and covered his head. By the time he realized he was squealing along with the others, instinct had propelled him forward, stumbling at first, then speeding up.

He and Chrissy sprinted, hand-in-hand, down a gentle slope toward a dark line of trees.

“Wheeeee!” she cried, literally skipping, “this is so fun!”

“Yeah,” said Steve, “it’s about to get serious.”

“Even better!”

Hopper would be making his way to the Alphas’ starting line—which was several hundred yards from the Omegas’ start point, for obvious reasons. The Alphas would be chomping at the bit, frothing to strike down their bunnies as arranged.

Sure enough, as the Omegas entered the forest with a few already peeling off toward their trysts, there was another loud BANG.

Steve and Chrissy stopped dead—her eyes were so huge they rivalled the moon—then he pulsed her hand and tugged her on. Soon, an aggressive wall of Alpha scent billowed through the moonlit forest, ahead of the charging Alphas. Yeah, the night might be chilly, but the forest was scorching.

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[puppetmaster13u]

Howdy, who wants a WIP of my dark-ish dragon batfam that I mentioned and rambled about? I am also open to answering questions and doing even more rambles lol.

Warnings for some gore and such :] Also Tim's lacking self confidence and general unreliable narrator-ness when it comes to everyone.

   “Shh… it’s alright Timmy… you’re okay…” 

   Tim shuddered at the familiar voice, now tilted by a growling croon as fingers- claws- ran through his hair. He hiccuped slightly, the grip on him tightening and tucking him closer to a scaled form. 

    “You’re okay,” Dick crooned again, continuing to run fingers through his hair. “Dad will be back soon, won’t that be nice, Timmy?” 

   Scales scraped against his clothes as the older vigilante nuzzled against him, grip gentle but oh so possessive. He couldn’t tear free if he tried- and oh he had, he’d tried to run a few different times even with his broken leg, until he was no longer left alone. 

   Tim blinked back tears, trying to stop his heart from pounding against his chest as a thumb rubbed against his wrist. He’d never thought that his life would end up like this, cradled in the nest of things no longer pretending to be human. Trapped with no way out. 

   “Shh…” the shushing was more like a hiss, Dick’s cheek rubbing against his cheek as he failed to keep the tears from falling. “It’s alright Timmy, you’re going to be okay, alright? Sh, you’re just a little baby, it’s alright to feel overwhelmed…” 

   He shook his head, unable to make his tongue work or his throat form words, only able to get out a whimper. Tim wanted to go home, to the Drake home, even if it was empty and cold compared to the boiling heat of the Wayne manor. He wanted to pretend he had never become Robin, had never done such a stupid thing without realizing the consequences. 

   Dragons were possessive creatures. He’d known this even before he found out what the Bats were. He knew how violent they could be, even before seeing Nightwing and Batman rip Joker apart. If he wasn’t careful he could still taste blood and feel the viscera spatter across his face and into his hair. 

   Dick hummed, shifting his hold. Claws continued to gently tug tangles from his hair, even if there weren’t any left. “Everything is going to be fine, ‘kay Timmy? Look,” he knew the older boy was motioning to the batcomputer in front of them even if everything was blurry. “Dad is on his way home now, isn’t that nice?” 

   No, because he couldn’t even escape when it was just Dick, nevermind if there was both him and Bruce. Bruce, who could tear open a man’s rib cage like it was a ziplock bag. He didn’t think he could ever forget the sound of it, nor the sight of organs being violently torn free from where they should be. 

   He’d become Robin to stop the violence, but it seemed like he’d made it worse. All it took was one stupid mistake, one stupid slip up that resulted in him being caught, and now people were dead. 

   He couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down his face, even if they were wiped away by sharp claws. He had only wanted to help, he hadn’t meant to make everything worse. 

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

untitled zoro x reader WIP

working on this long one shot. I know it's going to be a zoro x reader.

Reader is an ex-marine who happens to be Luffy's nonbiological older sister. She hadn't seen the crew since Alabasta and last seen Luffy at marineford - where she betrayed her duties to help him escape. Now, years later, she's reappeared and has come to see Luffy. In Alabasta, Zoro and her had a fling...a budding romance and maybe there is something still there....

this is what I have so far. please leave feedback and comment if you want to be tagged once it's done!

There was a cold breeze coming from the west as you crossed the dock; body so tired, it was ready to collapse right on the planks below you. Casting glances among the various ships docked, your eyes pinned to the one furthest from the shore. Having never seen the ship in person, you strode with sudden urgency because it was right there – he was so close. Boots echoed against the ocean silence as you finally stood in front of the Sunny. So magnificent against the moonlight and a great smile pulled from the corner of your mouth. Now, all you had to do was get on the ship. “Well, shit.”

Several of the Straw hats slept soundly on the grass knoll of the ship; the vessel rocking them into an endless lull as Nico Robin stood watch above in the crow’s nest. It was her turn, and everyone had been star gazing after a night of drinking. The only ones that made it to their actual beds were Nami and Chopper – the rest lay sprawled on the grass. Robin was focused in on a book she was reading by candlelight when she heard boots echoing from what seemed like the sea, but when she stood up to get a better look – a shadowy figure was mounting at the side of the ship. Curious, Robin watched with soft but focused eyes until she crossed her arms and whispered fleur; clutch. The would be stow away didn’t startle or yell as Robin’s hands formed a chain like express, bringing the person right into eye view. Once the light of the moon fell onto the captive’s face, Robin gave way to a small but satisfied smile. “Well, what a surprise.”

You sighed but gave the archaeologist a grin. “Mind putting me down?”

She just nodded and gently floated you down onto the lower deck; the bottom of your boots quietly hitting the deck. Kneeling to catch yourself, hands pressed firmly onto the ground. Staying in position, you looked around the faces and spotted the man you came for – the one you had traveled so far to get to. Heart racing, you got up and tip toed around the others; eyes lingering on the vice-captain. He was sleeping against one of the trees and you couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t who you came for, no, the man you were looking for was sleeping a few feet away. Moving past the second in command, you finally stood over the captain of the Straw Hat crew. Kneeling beside him, your hand wavered over his cheek, and you smiled sadly at the sleeping man – no, boy, he would always be a boy to you. He looked so peaceful in slumber, and you hesitated before touching his cheek. Luffy stirred as your devil fruit power surged through him but then he settled with a smile on his face.

“What the hell are you doing to my captain?”

The voice was stern, venom filled and familiar. Removing your hand from Luffy, you hoisted to your feet and turned to face Roronoa Zoro. He couldn’t hide the sheer shock in his eyes as you smiled headily at him, trying to drive down the nerves. Sheathing his sword, he just stared until he could form words.

“We thought you were dead.”

Right.

“I was.” You laughed but he just stared. “I flatlined. That’s what I was told but by whatever gods are out there, I was revived. I wanted to come see Luffy sooner but you guys sure make it hard to track you all down. Plus, honestly, there was a lot of shit I had to do before I could get here.”

Zoro seemed to relax with your answer and asked what you were doing to Luffy. The smile faded from your face, and he looked down at his feet when you told him you were making him dream. “Memories of us as kids with our brothers. I wanted him to be happy.”

“You ate a devil fruit?”

“I did…I can explain this all later…” you promised, eyes moving back toward your little brother. “I want him to rest, mind offering me something to drink. Preferably sake?”

The last word brought an eager smile to Zoro’s face, and he motioned for you to follow him to what you presumed was the kitchen. He walked in first and turned the lights on, telling you to take a seat as he fetched two cups and a bottle from the fridge. As you sat at the dining table, your body seemed to collapse into itself – the traveling had finally gotten to you but then Zoro placed a cup of sake in front of you and everything seemed slightly better. Sitting across from you, the swordsman explained how your vivre card had burned out a year ago and how much of a mess Luffy was. The thought made you tear up and Zoro quickly refilled your cup, uncomfortable, as always, with any signs of emotions. Thanking him, you downed it and dived into where you had been for the few years.

“The last time we had seen each other was after I left you guys in Alabasta, right? God, that seems like so long ago. I-I had a tough time after Ace died.” A quietness fell between the two of you, eyes on your hands. It was a turning point in your life. “I got in real trouble for helping Luffy that day, but I couldn’t just watch my brothers like that. I couldn’t…I had to fight with Luffy, I didn’t care that I was a marine.”

The word marine came out in a hushed whisper, a shame casted your eyes. Zoro just leaned back and listened – he was always a good listener, mostly. Not so much with directions but he understood honor – he got that much. “Then that…asshole killed Ace right in front of Luffy. My kid brother, I couldn’t believe my eyes. All I felt was a burning rage and just had to get him out of there. Our grandpa held me back once I helped Luffy escape. He was afraid to lose another kid, but I got reckless afterwards.”

“You were angry.”

You nodded. “I was furious. Everything I had thought I was – a good marine, a good person, none of it made sense. I started acting out, even after I was given a second chance to redeem my status. I was Garp’s granddaughter! He is a legend, but I was out for blood. I became too reckless with my own life and that’s when it happened….”

“You died. How?”

On a mission, you recounted. “I was fatally wounded. I should have died. I wanted to die.”

Zoro’s eyes faltered for a moment, and you thought he was going to reach out for your hand, but he didn’t so you went on. “I was shot right in the chest. My grandpa was there, and I died in his arms. I remember him shouting for me to be strong, to hang on and then I remember seeing Ace. Sabo wasn’t there and I was panicking because I didn’t know where he was. He should have been there…. The last thing I remember was Ace’s kind smile. I woke up later in a hospital room.”

[heartstringsduet]

Really enjoyed the snippets people shared last night and really hope that you're still up for giving us all more on WIP Wednesday because I'm selfish like that 😏 Here's more of Let Me part 6. cw: grief

He finds TK standing in the middle of their living room, right between the couch and the dining table, staring into the far distance of the window. Carlos walks over on soft-socked feet, rubbing moisture from his hair that he used to have a long routine for but finds he doesn’t want to spend time on as much these days. TK doesn’t even notice him until Carlos takes the package of tea he’s clutching from his hands and kisses the hinge of his jaw. He jumps despite Carlos’ carefulness.

“Did you make tea?” Carlos asks softly.

“I was about to, I think.” TK smiles, brittle as tracing paper, as he turns his face to him. “Must’ve gotten distracted by something.”

“Did you see the red robin again? I think there might actually be a nest in the gutters closeby.”

TK huffs, nearly amused, and that is more than enough to ease some of Carlos’ own tension. “Yeah I think I just became a cat for a second there.”

It’s not the first time Carlos has found TK somewhere in their apartment, suspended in a limbo of a task he set out to do, then lost the way to it. 

Drawing at TK’s wrist, Carlos leads them over to the kitchen. He makes them both a cup of oolong and chats away as he gets the french toast he’d soaked overnight out of the fridge and heats up the pan. It was a labor of love preparing it, a little sweeter than he’d like, less cinnamon, too, so it’d taste exactly like TK’s favorite breakfast. He’d hoped it would be enough to get him to eat more today after TK skipped dinner.

Carlos does this like he now picks out an outfit he folds neatly on TK’s side of the bed while he showers after finding him sitting on the edge of the bed clutching a single sock. He does this like he puts on a show after TK scrolled through the entirety of any subscription platform they have, eyes unseeing. He does this like he sits down and helps order an online delivery of flowers to the woman TK saved on the plane and like he goes to visit his own parents and get some comfort himself while he gives TK and Owen space. He does this like he now fills any silence like TK usually would.

Open Tag &

@carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @ladytessa74 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @lightningboltreader @herefortarlos @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @whatsintheboxmh @inkweedandlizards @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-tk @louis-ii-reyes-strand @noxsoulmate @bonheur-cafe @sanjuwrites @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @decafdino @thebumblecee @theghostofashton @kiwichaeng @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sznofthesticks @liminalmemories21 @fitzherbertssmolder

[thatsnotmygunflash]

WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @incorrectcoldflashblog for the tag!! I have a ridiculous amount of WIPs, and this was a great way to finally sit down and make a list of all 92 of them 😅  I didn’t add my Sterek WIPs, mostly because there are 75 of them and I don’t have the time right now, but maybe I’ll do that at a different time. 

ColdFlash

A Brighter Future

An I’ll Use You As A Warning Sign 

Burn Notice

Cause Maybe You're That Thing I Need To Save Me

For Better Or Worse 

I Love to Hate Who I Was Because It Means I Could Change

I'd Cross Galaxies to Find You

I'll Tell You All About It When I See You Again 

I've Got Decades On You

It's The Second Glance That Ties Your Hands

Life Worth Fighting For

Love Me Silently 

Make Me Feel Seventeen Again

Maybe You Don't Know What's Lost Till You Find It

More Then What We Seem

No More Bad Boys

Romance Isn't Dead 

Side Effects May Include 

The Horrors I've Endured 

We Could Be Enough

Well Shit, If It Isn't The Consequences of My Actions 

What Are Friends For 

You Bring Stars To My Eyes

You Give Me Headaches 

You Got This Heaven In Your Eyes

You Know In Your Soul

You Need To Allow Me To Help 

You Should Be Here

Hannigram

A Day In The Life Of Someone Else

A Flight For The Fallen, Flies the Crow

I Dance With Demons On A High Wire 

I Won't Find A Way Out Looking Inside  

Batfamily

General 

409 In Your Coffeemaker

I Wish I Wasn't All Talk

I'm Your Mother Now

Never Gon' Get Away

One Of The Epics 

Robins Sanctuary

The Bat Academy 

The Nest

Waiting For Never

Tim/Jason

The Sparrows Tend To Fall Asleep

Dedicated To You

Everything Blurry Looks The Same

I'll Be A Better Man Today

Maybe If We Went Another Way

Product of Our Upbringings

Silent Protector 

Sit Back And Watch The Beauty In The Fall

The Robin To My Hood

You Are My Dream Come True

Your Name Has Echoed In My Mind

Slade/Dick

Falling Back Into You

Only One Place To Run To

Operation Osprey 

Relief 

Tim/Kon

Family Vacation 

Growing Pains

Wash Me With Your Water

Wayward Waynes

Buddie

Breakfast With Buck

Couches Make Great Metephors 

Call Me Anything But My Name  

Cowboy Like Me

The Other Mr. Diaz 

Am I Too Late

Ana vs. Buck

You Never Have To Pretend With Me

Who Gave You So Much Power?

MCU

Turn Back The Clock

Uncle Frank

Spideypool

How NOT To Seduce a Mercenary by Peter Parker

I'll Be Your Reason 

Same Side Of The Tracks

Spider Behavior 

Spideypool's First Couple's Retreat 

The Definition Of Insanity 

The Years Start Coming and They Don't Stop Coming

Yoda You Be My

People Say That's Love's a Game

Destiel 

73rd Hunger Games 

Cassie

Everything Went Right 

Family Engagement

Free Will Orphanage

The Rebels 

Weyler

A Little Bit Of Sugar, But Lots Of Poison Too

Courting an Addams

Love Drunk On Your Blood Till Sunrise

Percy Jackson

The Age of Prophecies

The Favored Son 

Trending Water in the Wishing Well

I'm tagging @thefastestqueeralive @simpledontmeanpeachy @vexic929 @nytephox @tiger-in-the-flightdeck @tiacat11 @whaaaaaaaalllle6 and who ever else wants to do it!

[ladykailitha]

Sugar baby AU please

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!

Other asks here.

Snippet

“Well now there are two birds in this cuckoo nest,” Robin said proudly. “Robin and Canary.” She held out her hand and Steve took it with a smile.

“So does this mean you won’t be sneaking around my hotel room from now on?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

She burst out laughing. “I might do a little sneaking for old times sake, but yeah. I’ll make sure to announce my presence from now on.”

“Good,” Steve said with a huff. “Get out of here so I can shower.”

She laughingly did as she was told, Steve shaking his head the whole time.

[kieran-granola]

Find a Word WIP game

I was tagged ages ago by @setsailslash, and sort of... forgot. So uh, sorry about that 😂 Here is what comes up for your words!

Apron [JayTim, Minute Maid, aka Maid Costume Kink]

Jason looks beautiful. His skirt flares out around his wide hips, buoyed by his petticoat. The tied apron makes his waist look impossibly trim, and the star-shaped ribbon detailing over his collarbones accentuates the fullness of his chest under the blouse-like top. His skirt lifts up behind him when he bends down to secure his thigh-highs, and Tim nearly passes out. Fuck. He wants to disappear under Jason's petticoat to lick him open. He wants to raw him over the couch. He wants to see him on his knees worshiping his cock, and he wants to wrap his legs around soft silks while Jason pounds into him. He wants anything and everything and— Jason lets out a disgusted noise as he inspects himself. "Right. Well I won't be winning any beauty contests but it'll do I guess. Let's get this over with." He flips off the hidden camera in the ceiling before straightening up and bowing his head. "How can I serve you today, Master?"

Hands [JayTim, Show Your Pain, aka Fae Blessings gone wrong]

Jason's mouth falls open in horror. The cigarette falls out of his hand as he rushes to catch Tim. He lifts him without hesitation and drags him inside the Nest, taking cover away from the windows as he moves to patch Tim's throat closed. "What the fuck, who did this?" he asks, and Tim doesn't quite understand why there's so much fear in his eyes all of a sudden. "Y-you," Tim gurgles through the pain. "What?" Jason's hands are moving fast, through field stitches and bandages, and Tim can't help but look at him. He looks beautiful, all sharp angles bathed in moonlight and unwavering focus. Tim smiles in amusement. All in all, it's not the worst view he could have died to.

Soft [JayTim, Sun's Out, aka Omega/Omega feat Jason in a dress]

Tim is pretty sure that it's bad form for him to be soaking wet in his shorts at the Wayne pack picnic, but he can't bring himself to care. Jason is here. Jason is wearing a dress. And Tim…  Tim is so very queer. In his defense, the way Jason's dress hugs his body is obscene. The white, gauzy material emphasizes the fullness of his breasts and the breadth of his hips. It turns his silhouette into a haven of soft, sun-kissed curves that make Tim's teeth hurt with the need to bite. Not to mention the lacey bra that peeks out of his split neckline whenever he bends down. Hell, for one heart-stopping second, Tim can even see a hint of matching panties when Jason's skirt flutters in the breeze. 

Cock [SladeJay, Secure the Back, aka Non-Con Underage AOB Awfulness]

Slade has to admit that he didn't think the new Robin would be this tight. He knew he'd be snug — kid that size, there was no way he'd be loose. Still, he thought Grayson and Wayne would have trained him better. As it is, fitting his cock in the tiny split of the second Robin's body is much harder than he expected, even with the kid dripping slick in his induced heat-fever.  In all fairness, the breeding bench probably doesn't make things easier on his body, but Slade has earned the right to indulge. Kidnapping an omega from under the nose of two possessive alpha Bats wasn't exactly a walk in the park, after all.

I am tagging @themandylion, @ladytauria, @chibinightowl, and anyone who wants to participate with the words cat, sleep, wet, and magic!

[suzukiblu]

Robin gets nested, please! :D

“Jesus!” Jason yelps, clingin’ tight t’Robin’s neck, an’ Robin runs right off the edge of the roof. Jason shrieks like a dumbass, ‘cuz he’s a dumbass, an’ Robin lands on the next roof easy as playin’ fuckin’–Jason don’t know, fuckin’ hopscotch or some shit, an’ runs ‘cross it even faster. “What the fuck, man?!” 

“Fly, babypup!” Robin chirps cheerfully, an’ the next jump he does a fuckin’–an actual fuckin’ flip for, Jesus unholy fuckin’ Christ! Jason squeezes his eyes shut an’ buries his mouth in the shoulder of Robin’s cape an’ bites down hard on a mouthful of it, ‘cuz this is fuckin’ terrifyin’ with a heated-up feraled-up stranger, even if that damn stranger is Robin, an’ he don’t wanna yelp or distress-call or nothin’. Jus’–not ‘til they’re way further from fuckin’ Pearl Street, if nothin’ else. He don’t want Robin t’stop an’ fret again when they gotta be gettin’ gone, is all. Jus’–nope, no way; nope an’ no way an’ definitely not. 

He don’t even know where he should be takin’ Robin right now, though. His den, he guesses, ‘cuz he don’t know where else he could take ‘im. Definitely not the cops or the hospital. Like, he’s pretty sure even the heat clinics’d be a bad idea, with Robin. Even Doc Thompkins’ clinic’d be a bad idea, he’s pretty sure. If nothin’ else, some dumbass patient’d rat Robin out for next month’s rent an’ then everybody an’ their goddamn dam’d know goddamn Robin was out all heated-up an’ off his rock t’night. Clancey might come t’get some revenge or somethin’. 

Fuckin’ Two-Face or Croc or Joker might come, an’ they’d only start with gettin’ some revenge, Jason’d bet. 

Yeah. He definitely can’t take Robin t’no clinic.

[emeraldhazeart]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @hikamaus 💚 This looks really fun.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

At this moment, I have 32 works on Ao3 (most of them oneshots)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

At the time of posting this, it's 146,576, but I'm very close to posting the next chapter of Solace

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Undertale right now, but I also occasionally write for Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons and Sonic the Hedgehog

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Leaving a Mark

2. Robin's Nest

3. Solace

4. In Your Corner

5. Riding Therapy

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments! Even if it's just an emoji, I try to say thank you in reply, so they know I appreciate them taking the time to leave a comment.

I know there are some comments that I haven't gotten round to responding to, and those haunt me. Please know that it's either because I don't have the spoons at this moment, or because it's been so long that I'm shy about replying. But I genuinely do appreciate each and every comment I receive. 💚

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably No Man's Land (which also happened to be my first Undertale fic)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've got to say Photograph for that one. It still brings tears to my eyes rereading it, but they're happy tears.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No one has said anything directly to me, but I did stumble upon a comment someone left elsewhere saying that one of my fics wasn't their thing because they "[didn't] like how the story is being told".

That really hurt at the time, especially as there was no other context as to why they felt that way. But my friends gave me encouragement and support.

Please be aware that anything you say online can eventually find it's way to the author, so please be kind.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't, sorry.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really. I've written crossovers featuring characters from separate games in the same franchise before, but nothing that spans entirely different franchises

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I would be delighted if anyone enjoyed my work enough to want to translate it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I would love to 💚

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Do Canon Character x Reader stories count? No?

Hmm... I can't think of any that would be my OTP. I generally prefer familial/platonic relationships, tbh

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None of my WIPs are abandoned. But probably most of the original stories I've started and then never finished over the years. It's just much harder for me to maintain motivation when I don't have anyone reading my work and cheering me on.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've always loved painting a scene or an emotion with words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oof, so many 😅 one thing I struggle with is wanting to post what I've written straight away. Sometimes that can work, like freshly baked bread. But most of the time it's like a plain cake: it needs time to cool, and then be assembled/decorated/finished in order to get the best experience from it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'd only do it if I was totally confident that I'd gotten it right. A common or short phrase would be my limit otherwise. If I really wanted to write dialogue in another language, I'd ask someone fluent in the language to help me with the translation and proof read my work.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think it was actually Legend of Zelda. I was about 12, and my brother, his friend and I made ourselves LoZ Ocarina of Time OCs. We started writing a fic of them, but never got very far.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Probably Photograph. I'm a sucker for a moving reunion scene, and that fic genuinely brought tears to my eyes as I was writing it.

No pressure tags (I'm going to try to avoid tagging anyone that @/hikamaus already tagged 😅) : @sneakyfox55 @hannah-heartstrings @lizzie-tempest @robanilla @thebeckster and anyone else that would like to have a go 💚

[alloutofgoddesses]

WIPS of Fics From 2023

These are fics I started reading in 2023 that I will be (hopefully) continuing to read in 2024!

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone - When Thanos snaps, the souls of those he takes end up in the soul stone. However, Spiderman had managed to break off a piece of the stone, and ends up in an alternate dimension with superheroes he’s never heard of and ghosts in his head. (Peter Parker meets the Bats AU - 43 chapters)

Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen - Dr. Strange’s spell has unforeseen consequences. Peter Parker, suddenly in a different universe, now must figure out how to survive in the most dangerous city in America - Gotham. (Peter Parker meets the Bats AU - 36 chapters)

In for a Pound by Cdelphiki - Damian Al Ghul-Wayne is given to his father as an infant. Dick Grayson is eleven. Bruce Wayne is out of his depth. What happens now? (Damian joins the family early AU - 6 works)

no grave could hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her) by loungemermaid - Finnick survives the mutts, but only just. Adjusting to a body missing large parts of itself and a pregnant wife, Finnick lives on. (Finnick Lives AU - 11 chapters)

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder by bellablue27 - Peeta and Katniss grow together after the war. Currently on hiatus but I'm holding out hope that one day it returns. (Post-Canon Fic - 17 chapters)

take these broken wings and learn to fly by fishingclocks - Dick Grayson loses his parents. Bruce Wayne can’t help but try to rescue the boy from himself. The Batman has a new target. (The Batman 2022 Post-Canon Fic - 17 chapters)

Minefield by coyote_nebula - The Bats love each other. They just have a hard time showing it. (The Waynes and their extended family go on connected adventures - 16 works)

Shutterbug by goldkirk - Tim Drake is good at what he does. He runs a blog, weaves his way unseen throughout Gotham, and he doesn’t need his parents. Unfortunately for him, his neighbors disagree. (AU where Jason lives and Tim can’t catch a break - 9 works)

Wayne Family Social Media AU by tiredofsatansbullshit - Everyone needs a good social media fic from time to time. The Bats, the Waynes, and various others have a very active online presence. (14 works)

A Nest We Can All Call Home by A03time - Dick, Jason, and Tim are orphans who found each other on the streets of Gotham. When Jason decided to steal from Batman of all people, everything changes. (The Robins Meet Before They Meet Bruce AU - 6 works)

How Dare The Robins Sing by CountDyscalculia - Tim Drake has severe dyscalculia. It doesn’t matter though, because Batman needs a Robin and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to get him one. (Tim Drake refuses to ask for help for currently 25 chapters)

Check My Vitals (and tell me I'm still alive) by scrappedyonder - Tim is a metahuman successfully keeping the secret from Batman, his mentor. That is until Red Hood nearly dies and Tim takes matters into his own hands. Now that Jason knows, it’s only a matter of time until Bruce knows as well. (Metahuman AU - 3 works)

straw-verse by deargalileo - Alfred makes a friend out of his young neighbor. Silly straws are heavily involved. (Tim joins the family early AU - 3 works)

buy back the secrets by sundiscus - Conner Kent doesn’t know Robin’s secret identity. Tim Drake does know Superboy’s secret identity, making it super awkward every time Superboy saves Tim Drake. (TimKon fic - 4 chapters)

what's past is prologue by Icestorm238 - Dick Grayson remembers an alternate life before most of its events happen. He uses this knowledge to do everything in his power to change fate. It’s not as easy as he thought it would be. (Canon Divergence AU - 5 works)

the unfridging of jessica more by winterfire22 - Jessica doesn’t die when the yellow-eyed demon comes after her. It changes things - drastically. (Canon Divergence AU - 3 works)

[elkieselkiewrites]

Snippet Sunday 20/04

I've been burnt out and busy, but I'm trying to get back on my feet a bit with some old, shorter WIPs inspired by places a little closer to home than most of my work.

This is a little slice of a short story called Midge and the Gyre-Carling based loosely on the story of Tam Lin. It's set in the 90s and follows Midge, a troubled punk lesbian wallowing in the aftermath of a messy break-up, who happens upon a strange woman in the woods who lures her to the Faerie realm and into the clutches of the guileful Lady Nicnevin...

~*~

The man was tall, with a coiffed shock of russet hair and unnaturally large, dark eyes that watched her intently.

The air was dead and cloying, but as he walked towards her his cape, dappled like moth’s wings, billowed out behind him as though stirred by a strong breeze.

“Who,” He began, his voice a low drone, like a wasps nest. “In the world, are you?”

Midge held Linnet’s hand behind her back, trying desperately to calm the tremors shuddering through her. “Who are you?”

He laughed a buzzing cacophony of a laugh. “Who am I? Child, I am Robin Goodfellow.”

Behind her, Linnet let out a terrified sob. “That’s great and all, I’m sure, but I’ve never heard of you.” Midge said.

Robin’s eyes shone like beetle carapaces. “Never heard of me? My Lady, did you hear that? The child has never heard of me.”

The Lady of Sillersyke Hall said nothing, only watching the interaction carefully.

“How rude of my wife not to have mentioned me.” Robin continued. “I am the Faerie King, I built this house for my ungrateful wife to fill with whatever she willed. This is her space for as long as she keeps me happy, and I am happiest when I am with something young and beautiful.”

His eyes flickered to Linnet, cowering behind her. Midge’s resolved hardened, her trembling hands stilled. “You want Linnet?”

“I have had my eye on her for some time.” He admitted.

“What if someone has already laid claim to her?”

The thrumming hum of his laughter resumed once again. “She is a virgin, I can smell it on her, and if she is still a virgin, unwed and un-defiled, she is free for the taking.”

“Then I will take her.” 

The incessant humming stopped abruptly, plunging the room into silence, tension taught as spider’s silk. “You cannot.”

“If she is free for the taking, as you suggest, then I want to claim her.”

“What right do you have?” The King seethed.

“I love her.” Midge said plainly.

“Husband, dearest, you know full well you cannot take her.” The Lady said, coldly smug.

“Then I will kill them both!” He roared.

“How about you play a game?” Lady Nicnevin suggested lightly, but her cold gaze was fixed on Midge. “If the child wins, she can keep Little Linnet, but if she loses, she dies, and Linnet is yours? Wouldn’t that be more fun?”

The Faerie King regarded his wife with some suspicion, before his face split into a glorious smile. “Oh my love, of course! How clever you are. I love to play games, and what a fun game this will be.”

Midge eyed them both warily. “What game?”

“If you can carry my little bird out of the woods and safely over running water without dropping her, you may keep her.” Lady Nicnevin said with a small, cruel smile.

“That is too simple, wife!” The King blustered, but Lady Nicnevin swept past him, leaning down to look Midge in the eye. “Do you accept?”

Linnet began to protest, but before she could get the words out of her mouth Midge nodded her head. “I accept.”

The Lady of Sillersyke Hall broke into an unnaturally wide grin, her eyes dancing like silver fire. “She accepts!” She said, addressing her husband and the court. 

“Midge!” Linnet said, frantically. “Midge, she’s tricking you can’t be fooled, she won’t make it easy. Please, whatever you do, don’t believe a thing she promises. Get to the river, however you can, her powers can’t cross the running water. Midge-” 

“Stop singing, Linnet Bird.” The Lady shrieked, and with a flick of her long, slender wrist, she gestured to Linnet, who began to writhe suddenly. She screamed out in pain as leaves began to sprout through her skin, which in turn was darkening to thick bark. Midge realised in a second what the Lady was doing, and swept Linnet into her arms before her feet could begin to take root. She was growing heavier as the cruel sound of laughter followed them out of the Hall and into the pristine gardens beyond.

“Linnet.” Midge said breathlessly as she ran. “Lin, speak to me!”

Linnet’s face was contorted in wooden whorls of pain as the branches continued to grow. Midge could feel the tears burning in the corners of her eyes, but she kept running. As they reached the edge of the gardens, Midge felt Linnet lighten in her arms, and to her relief saw the branches and leaves receding, her skin softening and her expression relaxing.

“I don’t know how far we have to go, Lin.” Midge said. “But we’re getting out, I promise.”

Her relief was short-lived, however, as she felt Linnet sag further in her arms, the softness of her flesh turning cold against her skin. To her horror, Midge looked down to see not her dear Linnet, but an armful of writhing adders. Fighting the urge to throw the snakes to the ground, Midge clutched them to her chest as tightly as she dared.

[blazingorchid]

WIP: Trapped Together prompt

“No! No no no.” Nami felt the panic rise from her chest into her throat. No matter how many times she tried to wiggle the knob, it wouldn’t budge. She lifted one hand to start slapping the wood in an attempt to alert anyone outside to come open the door. “Hello!” She called out, hating how her voice was now an octave higher. “Let us out! Guys! Anyone! Please!”

Nami spared a look over her shoulder. A tremor shot down her spine when she met the blank gaze of her captain. He had simply taken a seat on the edge of their large tub. Both hands on his knees as he leaned forward. He looked completely unfazed at the predicament they were in.

Usually she would get angry at him for the lack of an emotional response. However, being trapped in this room with him had her too deep in a frenzy that anger wasn’t even on her radar.

“Franky!” She called the shipwright’s name first knowing he was on watch that night. But she cursed at herself from the knowledge that there was no way he could hear her from his perch in the nest. “Usopp! Zoro! Chopper!” She called out to the men she knew had to be somewhere near by. The men’s quarters wasn’t too far from the bathroom. “Robin!” She was now practically sobbing. Both fists hitting the door in a perfect rhythm.

“Are you scared?”

Her body froze at the sound of his voice.

“Are you scared… of me?”

She hated how absolutely devastated he sounded with the last two syllables of his question.

“N-no.” She stuttered. She flinched. Knowing him, he was going to think she was lying because of it. “No.” She answered with a more solid tone. “Of course not.”

She felt the most safe when he was near… but her mind wouldn’t let her tell him that. Not right now at least. Not when her heart shattered with him so close.

“Then why are you freaking out?”

She wasn’t looking at him. She didn’t have to. She could already picture him asking; head leaned to the side like a confused puppy.

“Because…” she started with a deep sigh. “We are trapped.”

“They just wanted us to talk.”

Nami turned to face him. She could feel her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.

“What?”

“Zoro said that the only way to get you to talk to me again was for us to be locked in here for a little while. He said it’s cuz you wouldn’t be able to run away.”

Nami felt like she was on the edge of exploding. She was mixed up with too many raw emotions. It was hard to pinpoint a single one to express. So, she slumped down and allowed her mind to race with murderous intent.

She would kill him later. Skin him and use his pelt as the ship’s new flag.

“I’m sorry, Nami.”

His apology snapped her back to reality. She looked back up at him. This time, he was fidgeting with his hat. His eyes following its movement as he tumbled it between his hands.

“I don’t know what I did. But I’m sorry. Can you please forgive me? I hate not talking to you.”

“You don’t know what you did?” She repeated.

Luffy looked up at her. His expression was now a mixture of sadness and confusion.

All the panic and anxiety she had been feeling started to evaporate. Just like steam coming off of her skin. Her teeth clenched while her hands gripped at the hem of her skirt. Her eyes were trained on him. The dull ache of betrayal grasped at her pumping heart. Anger rose in her throat, burning her from the inside.

“You called me a whore.”

[nicheknowledge]

WIP Mayhem

lets see which I can whack off first//Literally not even half of my WIPs but the ones I'm the most invested in...sorry to jjk and bnha and botw but it's Jason and Ace on the Mind at all times

DC I'll Pick You Up (Stolen Nests prequel) Stolen Nests (Son of Athena AU) Nina(didn't beat teen pregnancy) Pushing Daisies and Other Metaphors for Death (Re-Hearse-al 2.0) The Labyrinth of Knowing (JayKyle get out of the hell of your own making trauma fic) Turn Left (8 lives Jason lived after a change in the narrative) With Friends Like These (JayKyle fwb Halloween party) Lovestained (Jaykyle 50 kisses challenge)🎉 Sleepaway (Jason and Dick sleepaway camp fic) West Coast or Bust (Cosmic Mistakes No Cape Road Trip) Loving is Easy (Jason Centric Ace/demi spectrum JayKyle fic) Let's Do The Time Rift Again (Search for Ray Palmer Pokemon AU version) Dawn's Cradle (Pokemon AU)

One Piece Formatives!! The Third Act (Same uni but beginning of Ace's Pirate Adventure) The World Makes No Promises but People Sure Do Verse Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (Nico Robin centric character study) L'AINEE (Kuina Lives!!)