#youre tags so correct about robin tho

[fxllingout]

luffy: ah yes, the three main spices: arsenic, phosphorous, and oregano

at this point i dont even think sanji would correct him no matter how hard he wants to, hed just have to excuse himself to sob in a corner

[flamingpudding]

Cassiopea and Orion #3

#1 #2

A/N: Finally got some time to continue working on this... to be honest this was pieced together through a bunch of different lunch break writings... sorry if that shows. Also @kizzer55555 totally love your addition on #2! Honestly I squealed when I read it! You were nearly spot on on what I had in mind to where I wanted to go with this story line. Tho I hope you don't mind that I took a bit of inspiration from you while writing some parts of this.

A/N2: Also you guys *sigh of fondness for the dpxdc fandom* originally I wasn't going to tag it just yet but I guess I will now, even if I have no experience writing it and only tried to sort of hint at it a bit for readers interpretations: Spirit Halloween 👻

Ellie frowned watching these people, still sitting on her spot on the railing. Once their initial excitement quieted down and the seriousness of the situation took over, she was left with nothing more to do than to watch the situation unfold before her. A part of her was surprised about the amount of information the big bad bee had on Danny. Some of which she thought was information that previously only Tucker, Sam and Jazz had. But apparently Ellie had been wrong.

Massively wrong by the amount of information she was seeing here. How long had Danny truly been in contact with this guy? There had to have been more than just the occasional phone calls she had caught him on. Did that mean this guy also knew about Dan? About the GIW? About the Infinite Realms? If he knew about all this why, why didn't he help sooner? Why hadn't Danny made contact with this guy sooner either? She did notice him pausing at certain points before continuing like nothing was happening. It didn't look like the onlookers minded, but to Ellie it was an indicator that big bad bee knew more.

She stayed silent the entire time, only muttering a correction ever now on then when she did note that the guy's information was outdated. Still something bothered her the entire time. Ellie didn't know what it was exactly, but the grim faces of the onlookers and the stoic nearly cold sounding explanation of big bad bee rubbed her wrong.

It was only at the end of it that she realize what it was exactly that had bothered her so much.

"What about family? Does she have anyone else left?" One of the onlookers asked and Ellie's head snapped up towards them. That sounded like... no, they weren't...

"According to her, Phantom lost his haunt. Including the code she gave to Robin, we can assume that there is no other safe place left. Unless..." Armored furry turned towards her, and Ellie stiffened only slightly as it appeared that they were finally going to address her again. "What is the status of Plasimus."

"You know about him too huh..." She muttered, not looking at any of them. "Castle is gone, whereabouts unknown, Mom was worried that he was one of the first after the first one of no contact, but that's not confirmed. Nothing turned up to indicate that."

Ellie didn't look up to see the reaction in regards to this information she shared but her head did snap up at the next words she heard. "And your brother?"

Wide eyed she stared at the man that had moved and was now before her, hands carefully placed on her shoulders as he bended down slightly to be on her eye level. Her mind was racing. He knew! This man knew about Dan. Distantly she heard one of the onlookers complain that in all the Infromation Bee had given them he had not mentioned about Ellie having a brother. She didn't react on that, instead searching that man's face despite it being half covered by a bat shaped cowl.

She wasn't sure what she was searching for but she wasn't finding it. Now she wished she had paid more attention to Grandma Pandoras lessons on Aura reading. Dan was in Far Frozen, put into stasis and protected and cared for by Frostbite and his tribe. The other ghosts were looking out for him too, they would do the same for her if she had a way into the Ghost Zone but both portals were gone and Danny, Wulf and Cujo were the only ones currently able to open portals. She wasn't even sure if they knew what Danny had done to protect her.

As her mind wandered Ellie did not realise that the people around her took her silence as some kind of answer. She did not realise how those she doubted onlookers shared grim and saddened looks. Nor how the man before her squeezed her shoulders ever so slightly as if afraid that she would brake any moment.

"Do not worry. You will be safe here with us." The armorer furry reassured her, drawing her attention back to the current moment. Suddenly her earlier suspicion came back to hit her in the face as her eyes once more widened.

"What do you mean?"

"We will take you in and you will be safe and won't have to fear them with us."

She was sure that was meant to sound reassuring but it wasn't. It made her stomach sink. With a moments use of intangibility she pushed away from the man floating backwards and putting more distance between her and these people. Danny gave her the code, told her to use it in a dire situation. That she would get help with that code. That they would help! This didn't sound like the help she wanted. She hadn't even gotten to explain the situation from her side. All they did was apparently assuming something all because of that stupid code Danny, her mom, gave her.

"What about mom?!" She didn't scream but by the faces she might as well could have. "The code was to get help! Mom needs to be rescued! Why are you acting like you won't! Danny promised I would get help when I use it!"

"Danielle." She halted and froze. That tone was stern and it was missing the gravel she had previously heard in that man's voice, it sounded the same way Danny or Auntie Jazz sounded when they needed for her to listen.

"Wait B! I don't think-"

"The code Danny gave you. It's his last resort code, personalised to you. It is one of our many codes we both came up with for our children. One only for situations we did not believe to come back from alive."

"W-what?"

"Aquila, Apus, Phoenix, Cygnus, Columba, Grus, Pavo and Corvus. Each of them has one specific Code personalised for the exact same situation you are in. I am sure Danny has mentioned them to you at least once." Ellie blinked finding a familiarity with these words but also frowned with the realisation that set in with that. Her eyes unintentionally wandered over to the onlookers, no birds, these codes belonged to. She couldn't really tell which belonged to who but she knew Danny must have come up with them as some sort of inside joke.

"B! You can't just-"

"But Mom..." Her voice sounded small even to her own ears.

"I am sorry. But you will be save with us. I promised Danny that years ago."

She knew that her de-aged body was probably influencing her emotional state as she slowly floated back into reach. Before she could sit back onto the rail like she had done the entire time before she felt herself getting dragged to the side and suddenly warm arms encircled her. Ellie blinked confused until her brain caught up. The bird in blue was hugging her. The warmth felt comforting, just like when Danny, Jazz, Val or Sam hugged her and for a moment she let herself enjoy it. Dropping her guard just for a little bit to draw comfort from this warmth.

While Nightwing distracted the little girl in his arms, he made distinctive eye contact over her head with his siblings, before indicating his head towards Batman. Red Robin and Signal nodded before moving towards the man, Robin trailing behind them after he shared one more glance with him. His eyes turned towards Red Hood. The other wasn't even looking at any of them as he was already on his way stomping right out the cave, ignoring everyone around him. Nightwing was going to make sure to send any additional information they would get from Danielle his way later too. Black Bat and Spoiler stayed close to him.

It was moments like these that Nightwing really appreciated the silent understanding he and his siblings had among each other and if Batman was to much into his own head with these stupid codes and apparently already grieving. Then they would step up and if they could give the little girl in his arms the kind of help she had clearly hoped to get from them. It wasn't a promise of safety that the Danielle was looking for or even needed, rather she was hoping for people willing to help her rescue Phantom, her parental figure, her mother, her family, when she had no one else left.

[sardonic-sprite]

Dad!Tim AU pt 6

Bc Q keeps randomly knocking down my door and screaming EIRA every few months/aff

Part 1

Within a week the family has worked together to craft an official statement for the press

If it weren't for goddamn ras tim would be advocating the "keep all reporters and paps the fuck away from my baby" approach, but as it is he just has to try to minimize damage

They hold a small press conference in Wayne tower, where they've got absolute top security around, and Bruce is right by Tim's side expressing unwavering support and 0 judgment as Tim states that he's stepping down from his position (not CEO he was in charge if like R&D since Bruce came back)... in order to care for his infant daughter

Dead silence. Wide-eyed stares

Tim takes a deep deep breath and says

"Her name is Eira Bahar Wayne. Her mother is my best friend *he's a bit choked up, because he's never going to get them to understand exactly what steph is, more than friend, other than lover, one of the most amazing women in the world* and if you will all take a moment now to turn off any flash or recording lights... they'll come out and say hello."

It was a calculated move, introducing Eira literally in Stephs arms. Tim's the famous one, no one will forget that he's a teen parent, that he claimed this kid. He's also eiras literal biological father, she has 23 chromosomes from him and sooner or later that's going to become apparent

She also has 23 chromosomes from a woman who is not steph.

There can't ve any doubt in the publics mind that steph carried and bore Eira, tho, or ras has an in. So Eira meets the world this way, so that the very first pictures to exist of her are *with her mother*, with Steph smiling so lovingly and holding her totally correct, eiras blanket and stephs dress even subtly matching and complimenting Tim's suit.

That's why he goes to meet them, arm around stephs back, and brushes eiras little Itty bitty curls that Tim thinks are from his mom, and they step forward as a unit

He thinks it works

Camera shutters are GOING OFF (thankfully no flash, he didn't want to go red robin on them) and several reporters are awwing and sighing

They ask a few questions, to Tim and to steph. They share facts - eiras birth height and weight, how long Tim and steph have known each other - but not stories - how long wad the birth, did you decide to have a child or happy accident?

Tim kind of wants to punch the guy who asked that but he forces a laugh and says it's rude to ask a lady such things

And then it's over and the next day 3 different newspapers have it as the headline story

Eira becomes a celebrity overnight. All of Gotham is SCREECHING about how adorable she is, how adorable their family is, how Tim is now a DILF (he blocks that tag) how lucky steph is to have Tim and eira

(There's other screeching too, about teen parents and recklessness and gold digging and debauchery and-- Babs keeps all that off Tim's and stephs feeds, monitoring it herself to ensure it never gets too loud)

Tumblr has an EIRA WAYNE PROTECTION SQUAD blog with over a hundred followers, #eiratheadorable is trending on Twitter, and they've recievied probably fifty handmade baby things in the past 2 months - blankets, hats, mittens, an empty scrapbook to fill, a nursery-appropriate superheroes painting

It's a little overwhelming but it's kind of nice

Tim and steoh make sure to go out and be seen every few weeks, together or apart, with eira on their hip, in a baby sling, in a stroller. For the most part people keep a respectful distance as they beam and coo and wave, and anyone who doesn't is quickly blocked by Cass or Damian, or dick when he's in town

(Jason isn't supposed to be alive and Bruce was found to be way too over protective. Tim AGREES but daaaad stop, you can't give away your batman voice bc one idiot had his flash on)

And exactly 3 months after eiras announcement, the perfect amount of time to cement her as part of the family, cute and tiny and lovable, an ideal in Gotham imagination...

Bruce and Talia announce their marriage and the date for a public, FANCY, vow-renewal, and take the people by STORM

Ta da?

[bitchysunflower]

part 2 of this!!!

this is going to be way longer than I originally thought lmao also there’s a mention of dnd but i have no clue about how the game works so I apologize in advance

the phone rings 7 times before steve finally picks it up. he kinda hoped whoever was calling would have given up after the fourth ring.

steve: …hello?

[unknown]: uhm, hi?

steve: …omg …who is this??

[unknown]: ….

steve: ok look, you’re gonna have to start talking because I’m not the one who has been pretending to be someone’s friend FOR WEEKS

[unknown]: OK! chill…. well, saying it out loud does sound a lot worse than in my head…

[unknown]: but i PROMISE i really didn’t do it to be mean or anything…

steve: then WHY did you???

steve: i’ve been telling you SO MUCH personal stuff… i feel kinda taken advantage of.

[unknown]: this sounds silly but…you were just really nice to talk to?

steve: …no way

[unknown]: I SWEAR

[unknown]: apart from the emotional dump, you would just talk about silly stuff to me and it was just so nice that I didn’t want to stop

[unknown]: to be honest I’m honestly surprised you didn’t know I wasn’t really your friend, like hello??? how did you not notice??

steve: well… robin can be random sometimes so yeah I thought it was weird sometimes but I just decided to brushed it off…

[unknown]: no fucking way <laughs>

steve: SHUT IT

steve: you don’t sound like a total creep, which makes me feel slightly better about this

[unknown]: i will take that as a compliment, thank you very much

[unknown]: I feel like we both rolled a nat20 with this little situation

steve: nat20… that’s a dnd reference right??

[unknown]: YOU KNOW WHAT DND IS???

steve: uhm, kind of? some of the kids I babysit are like obsessed with it

[unknown]: you babysit??? how old are these kids?? you never mentioned them to… well robin

steve: i call it babysitting so it doesn’t sound weird but i’m more of a chaperone for them

steve: and they are all like 14-15 years old

steve: they already take up most of my time, sorry if I don’t want to include them in the conversations with my best friend

[unknown]: wooooo slow down cowboy, i get it – they sound like a handful honestly

[unknown]: also would never expect a guy like you to be babysitting a bunch little nerds

steve: why???

[unknown]: well you have this strong jock vibe and you know how the two don’t really mix

steve: you’re correct, i was- i mean i AM a jock

steve: i used to think like that too but I had someone literally knock sense into me

[unknown]: what do you mean by that???

steve: i don’t think you reached the friendship level to unlock that yet

[unknown]: what- wait, did you try to make a dnd joke???

steve: kind of….

[unknown]: honestly points for trying, like 4/10

[unknown]: i am curious tho, what do I need to do to up my friendship levels with you?

steve: you can start by giving me your name… you already know mine so I think it’s fair

[unknown]: anything for you, your majesty… eddie. my name is eddie munson.

steve: nice to finally meet you eddie

————

OK this is going to be longer than I was expecting to be, i might do a part 3… or just like little snippets of the ~future~ thanks for everyone that enjoyed it :D i’m rlly happy my shitty little prompts were to your liking!

part 3 if anyone wants it :3

tags: @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @estrellami-1 @wrenisflying @ilikechocolatemilkh @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @mightbeasleep @gregre369

[bottomdamianwayne]

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Infernal  -  IV

Summary: In your sleepy little town of Greendale, nothing ever slept for long. And ever since October, everything felt like it was waking up. Everything except for you, that is. One teensy trip to Hell (and an infuriatingly cute guy) later and suddenly you felt wide awake.

Word-count: 5.5k+

Masterlist Prev. | Part 4

A/N: okay okay i know you guys hate cliffhangers and i’m sorry!! hopefully this makes up for it tho 👀👀 also i’m working on some other caliban fics to post once this series is over, would you guys still like to be tagged in those??

tumblr’s formatting has been shit these past few days as well, and i think i’ve gotten most of it ironed out but let me know if there’s anything i missed!

“When she comes back to life, she won’t be scarred, will she?” Harvey asked. His voice was still full of concern, but it was softer now. A quiet kind of anxiety.

“She will not,” Caliban said. 

“Oh, that’s a relief,” Sabrina breathed. 

You had to admit, looking at Roz all broken and put back together again was unsettling. Not any more unsettling than finding out your mom was a demon and your dad was a psychic (maybe?), but unsettling nonetheless. 

“What do we do now?” you asked, arms folded over your chest and leg bouncing to distract from how uncomfortable you felt. 

“You say the spell, but first, you make your offering,” Caliban explained. Eyes rolling over from Sabrina to you. He seemed to zero-in on your nerves like a hawk would a field mouse. 

“To whom?” Sabrina asked. 

“Aphrodite or Eros,” Caliban said. 

“What am I offering?” Harvey asked. 

“Your love for Rosalind,” Caliban said. “Give it up, and she’ll be restored to flesh.”

“Give it up? What are you talking about?” Harvey asked.

“Aphrodite is the goddess of love,” Caliban said. “She’ll grant your wish, but demands your heart’s desire: Rosalind.” He looked down at the statue of your friend. “Vow to forsake your truest love, then to complete the spell … kiss her. She’ll restore to flesh once more. But if you betray your vow - if you kiss her again - she’ll return to stone and will remain that way until the end of days.”

“Wait, no! Harvey, there has to be some other kind of offering,” Sabrina said, reaching out to comfort him. 

“It’s a Pygmalion spell,” you said. Your voice was still full of anger, so you made a conscious effort to soften it. Taking a breath, you went on, “The myth is that to bring his statue to life, he gave up sculpting. His true love. So there isn’t really a way around that.”

“Exactly,” Caliban said. You hadn’t met his gaze when he cataloged your unease before, but now you accidentally caught his eye. Your leg stopped bouncing. Your anger flickered for a moment. “Love for life.” 

“I’ll do it,” Harvey said, not leaving any room to talk him out of it. He walked towards Caliban and took the paper from his hand. 

“Say the words to Aphrodite and give her a kiss,” Caliban said. 

Harvey knelt down and said some heartbreaking words that you wished you hadn’t overheard before saying the spell written on the piece of paper. He gave her a kiss but nothing changed. She was still stone.

“Nothing happened!” he said, looking up. 

“Caliban?” Sabrina asked, sounding equal parts accusatory and panicked.

“His offering was rejected,” Caliban said.

“What does that mean?” Harvey asked. “Why?” 

“You must not truly love her,” Caliban said, like it was obvious. Unexpected, tragic, but obvious. 

“That’s bullshit!” Harvey got to his feet, squaring up in front of Caliban. 

“Oh, crap,” you mumbled as you uncrossed your arms and moved around Roz to get to Harvey. You slipped your hands around his arm but it didn’t stop him from simmering in place. “Harvey, calm down.”

“Aphrodite would only accept your heart’s true desire,” Caliban said, either unbothered by Harvey’s anger or uncaring toward it. Still, he pushed. “That must not be Rosalind. Must be something or someone else.”

“Shut the hell up!” Harvey yelled as he slipped out of your hands. In one quick motion, he grabbed the collar of Caliban’s shirt and threw him against the wall. 

“Harvey, enough!” you yelled. You maneuvered your way between them and outstretched your hands, one palm splayed on Caliban’s yellow t-shirt and your other fingers pointing dangerously at Harvey as Sabrina pulled him a few feet back. 

“What does he know? Him and his bullshit spell,” Harvey spat. “How do we know if any of this is real?”

“Why would I lie?” Caliban asked. His heartbeat was slow and steady under your hand, more interested in your intervention than Harvey’s outburst. 

“Harvey,” you warned before he could say anything else. Sabrina’s attention slipped for a second and Harvey’s hand got free. He got ready to aim it at Caliban. Your voice was sharp as knives and twice as deadly as you snapped, “Harvey, drop it.” 

He looked at you for a second before unclenching his fist. The frown on his face deepened as he collected himself. Sure, you picked on him the most out of your friends, but you were always the first one on his side in a fight. You weren’t sure if your shifting alliance was making him frown or the fact that he’d actually listened to you. 

“I should kick your ass,” Harvey mumbled, looking over your head to Caliban again. 

“Try it again and I’ll grind every bone in your body to sand,” Caliban said, tone back to being vaguely threatening and unhelpful as he straightened up under your hand. 

You pushed him back slightly and turned to tell him to knock it off, but Sabrina’s voice stopped you. “Tell us what, Robin?” she asked, clearly having a conversation that you weren’t listening to. 

“Among the pagans, there’s that witch, Circe,” Robin explained. “The one that turned your friends into pigs? She has powerful magicks of transformation. She could turn your friend back into flesh.”

“For someone who’s trying to earn our trust, why would you only tell us this now?” Sabrina asked. 

The lull in arguing made you very aware of how close you still were to Caliban. His heart continued to beat faithfully under your palm as yours rose in your chest. Taking a breath and a step back, you reached for Harvey’s hand in an attempt to put some distance between the two of you. Caliban gave you a curious look as your hand laced into Harvey’s, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“No, it’s too dangerous,” Robin said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I mean, Circe’s power resides in her hands. All she’d have to do is touch you, and she could turn you into any creature she’s ever seen before. And without magick, you’re no match against her.”

“I don’t have magick, it’s true,” Sabrina said. “But I know where I can borrow some.” 

She told you about the hedge-witches and her plan to borrow their magic in order to attack the Carnival and bring Circe to the Academy. That way, she could fix Dorcas and Roz. How she was going to convince them to help her, you weren’t sure. You were tired of placing faith in people that didn’t deserve it.

“Okay, but I’m still going to look some stuff up,” you said when she was done. She gave you a hurt look as she readied herself to argue. “Brina, it’s not that I don’t think you can do this, but I don’t like putting all our hope in this one plan. That hasn’t really been working out for us lately.” 

“Fair enough,” Sabrina said with a small sigh. “Ambrose is busy but you can look in the Academy’s library as much as you want.”  

“Hell’s library is endless,” Caliban said, still leaning on the wall where you’d left him. He’d been so quiet that you’d almost forgotten he was there. Almost. “It’s knowledge is infinite. If there’s another way to return Rosalind to flesh, it’s in there. Not in some coven book club.” 

“You’re inviting me to Hell?” you asked. Your voice betrayed you by sounding too interested.

“Only if my queen allows it,” Caliban said, gaze moving to Sabrina. His voice didn’t. 

Looking next to you, you found Sabrina pulling a face. She didn’t like Hell at the best of times, and you doubted this qualified. “You’ll protect her from whatever’s down there?” 

“As if my life depends on it,” Caliban promised. 

“Oh, it does,” Sabrina said before turning to look at you. She cupped your hands in hers before giving you a warning. “Be careful and don’t listen to a word he says.” 

“Trust me, that’s not gonna be a problem,” you said with a sigh as you looked over to Caliban. He wore an amused smirk as he held his hand out to you. 

“Shall we?” 

Against your better judgment, you put your hand in his. It was warm, hard in some places and soft in others, and the only thing you focused on as the hellfire burned the edges of vision and the world gave way beneath you. 

--- 

“You know, this would go a lot quicker if you helped instead of just looking at me like that,” you said, not looking up from the millionth book you’d taken out that night. 

But he wasn’t looking. He was studying you under a microscope and you were trying not to squirm. Curious.

When you’d gotten here, the first few minutes had been painful retching - hell was not made for humans. Then they were nervous butterflies and shaky hands - you were not made for the attention Caliban gave you. Then they were frantic sprints from shelf to shelf - hell’s library was not made for someone with a very specific problem.

“I’m admiring,” Caliban corrected, leaning closer in his chair. “For instance, did you know that when you’re focused, your forehead creases right there?” He touched the spot between your eyes, just next to your eyebrow. “Exactly like it’s doing now.” 

You took a breath and slammed the book shut on the table, turning to give him a harsh look. “Did you know that when I’m annoyed, I have a nasty habit of choking nearby demons?” 

“Is that a promise?” he asked, not having moved an inch from where he leaned in to touch your face. The two of you were so close now that it felt like there wasn’t enough air. His eyes dropped to your lips. A second passed and all he did was shake his head and collapse back in his chair. “The Pygmalion spell had the greatest chance of curing your friend, any of the spells we find now are likely to be too obscure to hold any practical weight.” 

“Then why did you bring me here?” you asked, actively trying to put out the fire inside you and not be the first to look away. 

“I have to admit that my motives were purely self-serving,” Caliban said as he stretched out, hands interlacing behind his head and elbows spread wide. “I wanted to spend some time with the person who risks not one, but two trips to Hell for her friends. Is that such a problem?” 

“Considering you want to dethrone my best friend and enslave everyone I’ve ever met, I’m going to go with yes,” you said. You didn’t think that you could take him looking at you like that any longer, so you started piling books together to shelve later. A petty defeat. 

“What if that was something I no longer wanted to do?” Caliban asked, sounding genuinely interested in your answer. 

“You’d forfeit your claim to be king?” you asked, hands frozen in the air over a book of ancient curses.

“Hardly,” Caliban scoffed. You shook your head, telling yourself that you knew better, and kept piling up books. “But I’d be a more benevolent ruler.” 

Disappointment warped into anger again. Your shoulders bunched up as you turned to him, and you tugged them back down as you threw the books in your hand back onto the table. “Yeah, of course, you think that’s better. That it makes all this better! You know, that’s your problem. You and Harvey are the exact same, you know that? You’re both so full of-” 

“Shh.” Caliban raised a finger to his lips, looking around, which only made you angrier. Screw him for thinking he could tell you what to do. You were about to start snapping at him again when he whispered, “There’s something in here with us.” 

Your arms fell back to your sides as you quieted down. You couldn’t see anything as you looked around the room, but the shadows seemed to grow darker. Darker and darker. They swirled into unnatural shapes as something rasped around you, wind blowing the pages back and forth on the table in front of you.

A plague upon all mortals who enter Hell.

It wasn’t so much spoken as it was whispered directly into your head, rattling around angrily as it ransacked your skull. 

Death to the daughter of the winged and taloned demon of the night. 

Caliban grabbed your hand so quickly that you barely had time to process the words he muttered furiously as the shadows crept closer. He pressed his other hand to the open book on the table as he finished and everything melted into a familiar white light. 

You were retching on the edge of a forest by the time your sight came back again. Clutching onto Caliban’s yellow t-shirt to keep your balance, you tried to stand up straight again. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, still out of breath as you frowned at your surroundings. You didn’t recognize any of the trees or the way the land crested and fell to knit together. “And where are we?” 

“Those were the wraiths of reapers,” Caliban said. He held onto your arms to keep you upright as he assessed the forest in front of you. He looked back down at you, a little more coldly than you were used to. “I told you that day on the shores to be careful in Hell or you’d draw something out.” 

“It’s not like I was trying to!” you snapped, anger giving you the strength to push him away and stand on your own. You shot him a glare and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Could have fooled me,” he said. Anger tinged his words and you pulled back slightly. Cold was one thing but anger was another. “With such a dark cloud around you, it’s amazing you didn’t call the hounds themselves on us.” 

“Okay, you know what, why don’t you just-” A sharp pain shot through your head and your threat died on your lips. You took a breath and rubbed your face. Humans weren’t made for back-to-back teleporting. But you weren’t human anymore, were you? “Let’s just try to get out of here in one piece, alright? Now, where exactly is here?”

Caliban clenched his jaw and his gaze flicked back to the forest before settling on you again. “When the wraiths appeared, the quickest way to get out of here was to place us in the safe haven of the spellbook. The only problem is that with all the wind … I'm not sure where we ended up.”

“Well, what was the book about?” you asked, shifting your weight from foot to foot as you looked around the forest. You couldn’t tell if the forest felt wrong because something was off or because of how things were between you and Caliban.

“Petrifaction in Greek myths,” Caliban answered. “So chances are we’re either in the myth of Pygmalion-”

“Or Medusa?” you guessed, eyes settling on his. He nodded and you bit the inside of your cheek. “So how do we get out of here?”

“We wait for the story to run its course,” he said. “We don’t have to get involved?” you asked hesitantly. He shook his head and a knot in your upper back untangled. You could get out of this safely as long as you let Medusa turn some long-dead people to stone. It felt too easy. “Then let’s find a place to wait this out.”

You chose a direction and started walking, part of you waiting for Caliban to say something and another relieved that he was letting you walk in silence. It gave you the chance to think about everything Lilith told you earlier.

“The cloud is starting to come back,” Caliban warned after maybe an hour of walking. “Are you going to tell me about what’s bothering you or are we going to wait and see what comes out of these woods?”

“I’ll take my chances with the wolves,” you said, looking at him over your shoulder. He cut the nonchalant smile you threw at him in half.

“No.” Caliban caught your arm before you could swing it back around and then stopped walking. “We’ve got nowhere else to hide if something comes after us.”

Maybe it was his steely resolve or the fact that he actually did seem concerned under that well-worn apathetic safety blanket of an expression, but you felt some part of you cave. You couldn’t tell him about Lilith - you couldn’t tell anyone about Lilith - but maybe you could talk about something else. 

“What did you talk to Sabrina about when you went to Hell?” Caliban leaned back slightly and frowned for a second before recovering. 

“That’s what this is about?” he asked. He must have realised that his voice came out too gently because then he added, “It almost sounds like you’re jealous, love.” 

“I knew this was pointless,” you scoffed, looking him dead in the eye as you pulled your arm back. “And I’m not jealous, by the way, I’m frustrated.” 

“Sexually?” You rolled your eyes and ignored the heat in your cheeks as you started walking again. A pretty trainwreck was still a trainwreck, and you had no desire to buy a ticket to ruin. Well, you had a little desire, but you stomped it down. 

“I asked her to marry me.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, but you didn’t turn back to look at him. 

“The challenges would end, balance would be restored.” The undergrowth crunched as he closed the distance between you, slowly and deliberately. “We’d wipe out the pagans and your life would go back to the way it was.” 

A final crunch as he stopped next to you - waiting for you to say something, probably - and lifted a hand to move the hair off your neck. Slow, deliberate sparks skated across your neck where his fingers touched. If he saw the necklace, he didn’t say anything. 

“That is still what you want, isn’t it?” You turned to look at him, accidentally making his hand cup your neck in the process, and said in your well-worn apathetic security blanket of a voice, “Let’s find shelter before the sun sets.” 

Something flashed across his face, but all Caliban did was take a step back and let his hand fall to his side. “As you wish.”  

He was infuriating. 

After what felt like another eternity of walking, Caliban stopped, holding a finger to his lips. It sent shivers down your spine, reminding you of when he did the same thing in Hell’s Library. He nodded his head to the man on the other side of the lake. 

Caliban dropped his head to whisper in your ear, “You were right about being in the tale of Medusa, but we were wrong about which part that is.”

“So where are we?” you asked quietly, doing your best to keep focused on the fact that he wanted to marry your best friend and not on the fact that his lips were dangerously close to your face. 

“Just before the end. Where Perseus slays her and returns a god among men,” Caliban said, turning his head to look at you. So close. 

“What?” you whisper-yelled, moving back in the process to look at the guy across the lake. There was no way that guy, with armor too big for him who still hadn’t noticed your presence, was going to slay Medusa. Caliban rolled his eyes at the dramatics of your outburst. “We can’t let him kill her.”

“Why not?” he asked. “The sooner it happens, the sooner I get back to Hell and you get back to your friends.”

“Because she didn’t deserve this. Any of this.” You gestured vaguely at the forest she’d been exiled to. “Poseidon was the one who raped her in Athena’s temple, but Medusa was the one who got cursed while he just got to go back to surfing or whatever the hell it is he does.” You shook your head. “We’re stopping this.”

“Y/N,” Caliban warned. “Messing with time is a dangerous thing.”

The warning was earnest enough, but that didn’t stop you from leaning in and giving him a once over before saying in a low voice, “I thought you had an affinity for dangerous things.” 

He seemed dismayed for a moment. Clearly, whatever he expected you to say wasn’t nearly as manipulative as it had been, and you couldn’t tell if he was impressed or betrayed by the change of heart. 

“If we intervene-” his voice was soft, like he was trying on a new way of talking to you “-we may be stuck in this time forever. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?” 

You didn’t know how to answer, but something in your face must have indicated that you were on board with the risk because Caliban took a breath and continued. 

“You need to do everything I say, and you can’t go off on your own. Understand?” 

“Don’t step off the road, got it.” 

Caliban looked at you with another inexplicable expression - maybe because you wanted to intervene, maybe because you were echoing words from the first conversations you’d ever shared - before heading off in the direction of the soldier. 

“Excuse me, traveler.” His voice boomed in the near-silent forest and you held your breath. “My betrothed and I seem to be lost. Could you spare a moment to guide us out of this infernal wood?” 

Perseus straightened as Caliban spoke, the mental assessment of the situation clear on his face. You shrunk behind Caliban, trying to hide your jeans and sweatshirt and anything else that didn’t belong in this time period behind his jeans and t-shirt and anything else that didn’t belong in this time period. But everything about Caliban fit, no matter where (or when) he was.

“Afraid not, sir,” he said, deciding that the oddness of your appearance wasn’t worth the risk. “I’m on a predestined quest. Best of luck on your travels.” 

Perseus started collecting his things to walk away but Caliban leaned down and put out a hand, careful not to make physical contact with him. While Perseus focused on the outstretched hand, Caliban touched the helmet on the ground with his other hand. “Tell us about your quest, soldier.” 

“The demon Medusa has nested in these woods. I’ve been tasked with hunting her down by the gods,” Perseus said. His face was set in a hard line, his knuckles white around the satchel in his hand. 

“Surely there have been others who’ve tried to slay the Gorgon,” Caliban said, laying on the demonic charm like only a boy with his bone structure could. 

“None like me,” Perseus said with a knowing smile. “Now, I’ll be on my way. Careful through the woods.” 

“Of course,” Caliban said, taking a step back and holding both hands palm-up to show he meant no harm. 

Though you couldn’t see it from behind his back, you knew he was giving Perseus that smile that meant he knew something the receiver didn’t. Neither of you moved as Perseus shouldered his belongings and disappeared into the trees. 

You smacked his arm lightly as Caliban turned to look at you again. “What was that?” you whispered angrily. “That wasn’t stopping him!” 

“You’ll remember Perseus was given three gifts to complete his quest,” Caliban said, in a way that (correctly) implied that you didn’t remember. “That was stealing the most important one.” He closed his eyes and held out his hands. When he opened them again, there was Perseus’ banged up helmet. “Hades’ helm of invisibility.”

“Now what?” you asked, voice quiet. The anger had completely dissipated from your voice; it had to or it would break whatever held the helmet together. 

Caliban smiled at you as he lifted the helmet over your head. He eased it down slowly, making a clear attempt not to tug at your hair. “Now we follow him straight to the Gorgon.”

---

Even though he seemed very sure of himself, you weren’t entirely sure Caliban knew what he was doing. He kept checking over his shoulder to make sure you were still there but he was met with the emptiness of the forest instead. After the first two attempts to see where you were, you reached out and curled your fingers around his to let him know you were right there. 

There. Now we won’t look suspicious.

I’m afraid that ship has sailed, love.

Then he stopped walking and raised a finger to his lips, a gesture you were slowly starting to find more endearing than annoying. “Perseus has reached the mouth of the cave,” he whispered. “Stay here and I’ll put an end to this.” 

“How will you stop him on your own?” you asked, tightening your grip on his hand when he tried to slip out of your grasp. 

“You almost sound concerned,” Caliban said, annoying smile forming on his face again as he tilted his head. You were glad he couldn’t see you blush under the helmet. “Have faith, love, I’ll be back soon.” 

If you didn’t let him leave now, you’d never live it down. Hesitantly, you let go of his hand and watched him start towards the cave, wringing out your hands as you did. How were you supposed to wait here when rule number one was to stay together? 

Technically, you thought to yourself, rule number one was to do as Caliban said, but that was never going to happen and you both knew it. Deciding that not splitting up was more important, you started following after him before you lost your nerve. 

When you eventually made it to the cave, you found Caliban and Perseus in the middle of a fistfight. Caliban dodged a blow from the sword, but it left him open to Perseus’ attack with his shield. 

“Yield, heretic!” Perseus yelled as he knocked Caliban to the floor. 

“Oh, piss off,” Caliban spat, clearly unconcerned about the sword aimed at his chest as he started pushing himself to his feet. 

You, however, were very concerned that Perseus looked ready to run him through, so you rushed forward and slammed his arm with your elbow. You managed to knock the sword out of his grip. He didn’t seem to process it for a second, but then he growled, “That helmet belongs to me, thief.” 

Perseus lunged at you, and you were caught off-guard by the accuracy of his attack. He grabbed you by the throat and had you pinned against the wall. Only a few seconds passed while he strangled the life out of you, but they were a few too many before Caliban skewered Perseus with his own sword. 

He choked out a few asphyxiated words as he dropped his hands to look at his wound, and you used his surprise to headbutt him into next week. 

“Ow!” you whined, shaking your head as Perseus fell to the ground. “I thought the helmet was supposed to protect my head.” 

“Helmets forged during the Titanomachy are hardly foolproof,” Caliban said, stepping over Perseus’ body to check on you. Or at least, where he thought you were.

He was a few inches off, and your heart melted at his attempt to touch the empty air. Lifting your hands to his, you guided him to the side of the helmet. He slipped it off gently and his bloody face broke into a smile when his eyes met yours. 

“Thanks for not letting him kill her,” you said quietly. 

A voice in your head politely reminded you that Sabrina hated him.

“Thanks for not listening to me,” Caliban said. 

You reminded the voice that Sabrina wasn’t here right now.

There was a moment where the two of you held the helm between you in silence, hands on fire at the touch. A moment where your heart raced and you hoped he’d do something more - where you thought he’d kiss you - but it disappeared as soon as the hissing started. 

“Perseus lives,” a woman said as she stepped out from the darkness of the cave. There was something in her voice that you couldn’t place. “Despite your best effort, Prince of Clay.” 

“Those really weren’t my best efforts,” Caliban said, lifting the helmet so quickly that your hands were still frozen in front of you as he set it back on your head. He shut his eyes once he was sure you were invisible.

“How noble. If I can’t see her, then I can’t turn her to stone,” Medusa cooed. You turned to look at her, praying that she was right and you wouldn’t turn into a statue. She was beautiful; soft, olive skin and round brown eyes, delicate hands and a striking face. The snakes in her hair seemed to think she was pretty, too. “But I can see you.” 

“We mean you no harm,” Caliban said. There wasn’t quite fear in his voice, but there was clear apprehension. “Perseus will rot if not treated and his quest will die with him.” 

“No, it won’t,” Medusa said. That’s when you realized what was in her voice: sadness. “There will be Perseuses as long as I petrify the ones I love. You’ve delayed this one but you haven’t stopped my fate, and you’ll be here for as long as it takes.”  

“So what do you want us to do?” Caliban asked. He opened his eyes to look the spot you were supposed to be, to make sure that you knew he was asking you, even if he spoke to Medusa. Your voice caught in your throat. “Do we go free? Leave the woods and start new lives - together?” 

Medusa was close enough to you now that she reached out a perfect hand and ran a finger along his jaw. “To return home, you need to kill me,” she said, choosing not to entertain the idea of you running away together. What a nice idea it had been. “A death with dignity is better than what these heroes have in store.” 

“The whole point of this was to make sure you wouldn’t die,” you argued before you could stop yourself. You didn’t know why; you needed to go home, but you still wanted something more. Medusa deserved something more.

“Everything dies, daughter of night,” Medusa said. She gazed where you should have been, but her eyes found nothing but the cave walls. “And everything gets reborn, if you wait long enough.” 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Caliban asked, already gripping the sword in his hands. 

“Yes,” she said. She took a step back and closed her eyes so Caliban could look at her safely. 

“Caliban, you can’t-” 

“Don’t fear for me, little one,” Medusa said. Her snakes hissed in your direction as she comforted you. “You’ll see me again.” 

You didn’t know what else to say as Caliban raised Perseus’ sword. With one great swing, he cut off her head. The snakes’ scream shrieked in your skull as the cave faded into white, distorting everything around you again. 

“Y/N?” Caliban asked once you were back in Hell’s library. The reaper wraiths were long gone, books torn apart and strewn throughout the room. He called out for you again, this time louder and more frantic and snapping you out of your stupor. 

“I’m here, Caliban,” you said, taking off the helmet and reaching out to him. “I’m right here.”

He was still bloody and bruised, but relief flooded his face as he looked at you. “I feared I lost you to the pages in the book,” he said. His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. 

“You almost sound concerned,” you said, tilting your head just like he had earlier. 

Caliban smiled like he knew something you didn’t and looked down at the sword in his hands, both covered in blood from the gashes in his forearms. “Perhaps I should take you back to your friends before the wraiths return,” he said, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you. 

“Perhaps,” you repeated, shifting the helmet to one hand and closing the distance between you. 

Looking up at him, you were asking him to do something. Daring him to make a move. Challenging him to let you know he felt. All these questions, and you asked them without words. 

He was looking down at you, too. Challenging you in his own, infuriating way. 

“Would you really have run away with me back there?” 

Your words hung in the air for a moment before Caliban lifted a bloody hand to the side of your face. 

Sabrina hated him.

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.” 

He was looking at your lips, fingers light as they kissed your cheek. 

“I asked you first.” 

You looked at his lips, fingers less delicate as they rose to his chest. 

“Yes, you did.” 

Sabrina wasn’t here right now.

Part 5

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[bqstqnbruin]

Hundreds of thousands of dollars just for an education makes my head spin like that’s insane! I won’t get into it tho because I’m sure you’ve had enough of that conversation already because every American I’ve ever known definitely has (not to generalise) 5000 people in a school is also insane my secondary school which was from 11-18 had 1200 for the entire student body! My graduating class from primary school had 13 people in it 😬 tbf tho I am from the very north of Nottinghamshire so all we had was knife crime and Robin Hood 🤷🏼‍♀️

We also didn’t have many sports teams just rugby and football so I have no idea what a crew team is, very cool that there were lots of things for people to do tho (also please don’t worry about sounding pretentious I know how hard it is to get the correct tone when speaking to someone online)

💛Gryz anon

my ‘ed night’ tag is just me ranting about the education system so like if you’re ever curious about the bullshit that is the American education system I talk about it there 😂 but like the hundreds of thousands is for college and my masters, public school is ‘free’ (in the sense that you don’t pay a direct fee to it but depending on what state you live in, various parts of your taxes contribute to it) but my high school was 1200 my undergrad was 5000.

ALSO...KNIFE CRIME AND ROBIN HOOD PLS GO MORE INTO THIS???

Crew team is rowing (so my college sent the women’s crew team to the Henley Royal Regatta in England a few years while I was there) I’ve never looked into why it’s called crew or if that’s an American thing or what but being around those boys too much is certainly a time

[catharrington]

Fic writer tag

Thanks so much @gideongrace for the tag!!! Thanks for linking lots of your fic im so going to stay up to the morning reading ;).

a03name: catharrington

Fandoms: just this is the only active one I’m in. I’ve written Mchanzo from overwatch but I never posted it lol.

Tropes: for some reason I always write fuck buddies who have to solve their feelings. And I write a lot of hurt/comfort, especially dealing with Billy’s home life. I write a lot of Billy being whipped for Steve. And I love writing Aus lol.

Number of fics: 15 on Ao3 but I haven’t put my drabbles or short fics fron tumblr on there yet ;).

Fic I spent the most time on: oh Sleepy Hawkins id say. I wrote that pretty quick but it’s my longest complete one and I spent a while editing and getting the ending correct.

Fic I spent the least time on: ohhh I need you to make it hurt, but that’s running still. I wrote the first two chapters drunk in one (1) night and now I’m just waiting to get drunk to finish it lol!!!

Longest fic: Sleepy Hawkins 21k

Shortest fic: on Ao3 hunters in the night 1.9k. It’s a short piece for horrorscopes. Part of my two vampire au that there will be much more of tho!!!

Most hits: black silk and wild flowers at over 2000 because y’all are horny and so am I.

Most kudos: black silk and wild flowers.

Most comments: ohhhh I have a tie on 4 fics they all have 9 comments lol. But I think I’ve gotten the most feedback on pretty boy mixtape because you guessed it y’all horny.

Most bookmarks: black silk and wild flowers. This is a sign I need to write more ABO lol

Favorite fic I’ve written: actually i was thinking about this today and it’s he ain’t me, babe. I love love love Billy in this fic and the jealousy he feels and o baby I am just getting started.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I would love to stretch Sleepy Hawkins maybe show them getting together instead of starting with an established relationship. Maybe showing the after more than just an epilogue. But it’s all pretty standard I feel like the story is told. I wouldn’t mind writing more radio host Steve in the future tho~

Share a wip: okay because I was tagged by @gideongrace I’ll put some of my Ace Steve and roommate Billy I’ve still been working on I haven’t forgotten about it!!!

Billy watches them both curiosity as he holds the door open and they shuffle past each holding two potted plants. Steve is furiously blushing and can’t hold his stare. It makes Billy only watch him closer.

“Didn’t take you for being a green thumb, Harrington?” Billy said, walking up to the dining room table now crammed with plants and a watering can. He felt along green leaves surprisingly soft. “Taking care of rug-rats ain’t enough, you take care of a green house too? Now that’s just downright,” cute is what he wanted to say, but Robin cuts him off with a slap of her palm on the wood table.

“That’s just round one, Rocky. We have another car load with more heavy stuff for people other than Stevie to carry.” She’s sarcastic and gives Steve a push of her shoulder.

Steve just pushes back. “Don’t say it like that,” he groans. He’s using his hands to free his floppy hair from his face, and smiling with one side of his lips nervously. Then he flicks his eyes to Billy without moving his head, and Billy is sure he would carry anything he asked. Thankfully Steve doesn’t ask, but Billy still gives him a smirk and a shrug.

“Hurry on then, man.” Billy doesn’t stop petting the leaves of the plant until Steve and Robin close the door behind them.

[jollyinha]

Soooo... I saw an One Piece tag in Reddit, and for some reason I really like doing tags, even though no one gives a fuck about it. Since I have nothing better to do, LET’S ANSWER IT!

1 - Who is your favorite character and why? (Additionally, who is you fav Straw Hat?)

Most people would guess that it’s Sanji, since I’m crazy for this boy literally since I put my eyes on him... But my favorite character is Luffy, because without him, I wouldn’t stay interested in One Piece for much time. I kept watching the anime because I thought he was a funny and interesting protagonist, and it changed my life.

Besides, he is everything I love in a character (Especially in a protagonist): Dreamer, determinated, funny loyal and dumb. He inspired/inspires me in many, many ways, and I just love this strawhat boy.

2 - Who is your favorite villain and why?

That’s a tough one... Arlong impacted me the most (I hate, haaaaate his guts!) and Lucci akuma-no-mi is pretty cool. But I’m saying Crocodile. I mean, c’mon, the guy tricked an entire kingdom, defeated Luffy TWICE (I think it was twice, correct me if I’m saying shit), had an entire organization... And had banana crocodiles and a cool casino. And his akuma-no-mi is badass too. I kind of hope that he appears again in these recents arcs, even if it’s very unlikely!

3 - What is your favorite quote or statement? 

Oh man, there’s so many of them... Screw that, I’m making a small list.

-  "When does a man die? Does he die when he's been shot? No. Does he die when he's ravaged with disease? No. Does he die when he's been poisoned? NO! A man dies when, and only when, he is FORGOTTEN! “

-  "A man's dream will never die!"

- “The government says your existence is a crime, but no matter what kind of weapons you may hold, just being alive isn't a sin! THERE'S NO CRIME IN LIVING!!!''

-  “Don't start a fight you can't finish.”

4 - Who is your favorite female character?

Urgh, I love all my girls! I love Robin, Vivi and Nami nearly equally, but I’m saying Nami. Her backstory was the first one that actually made me cry. It’s amazing to think that he was stealing from pirates that could kill her, even though that she was just a child! That moment when she asked for help... Damn, it brings me chills. 

And I also love how even though she was already extremely important for the crew while being only the navigator, she still wanted to become stronger, and asked for Usopp to create the Clima Tact. She uses her intelligence to fight, fights for her friends when it’s necessary and still saves everyone’s butts by being the amazing navigator we know!

5 - What is your favorite fight? 

I gotta say the fight against Lucci. Not only was a very intense battle and it was the first time Luffy used a Gear, but I love its meaning. If he needs to kick the World Government’s ass to save a crewmate, he will absolutely do it. Nothing shall stand in his and his nakama’s way!

6 - What is your favorite episode? 

Well, I don’t ACTUALLY watch the anime since Alabasta. After that, I’ve only watched a few loose episodes, so I don’t know a lot about the anime. But I’m saying the episode that Brook joined the crew. The expressions and the voice acting are just on point!

7 - What is your favorite One Piece opening?

We Are!, of freaking course. It’s the only opening that I never skipped while I watched the anime. Although We Go! comes in a close second. Believe in Wonderland is good too.

8 - What is your favorite movie, special or "episode of"?

I did enjoyed Strong World and 3D2Y a lot, but Gold was amazeballs, starting with that freaking catchy song in the beginning. The animation is GORGEOUS, Tesoro is very interesting in my opinion, the outfits are amazing, and the final battles were pretty cool too. I didn’t liked Carina very much, tho

9 - What is your favorite arc in One Piece?

Alabasta, without any doubt. Baroque Works was freaking charismatic, the scenarios were interesting as hell, Vivi was an amazing character in general, the battles were intense and fun, and it’s such a funny arc! I really like the filler were Ace spends a while with the Strawhats too. Water 7 comes in a close second place.

10 - What is your favorite One Piece videogame? 

One Piece: Pirate Warriors 3. It’s so much fun to play with characters like Hancock, Ace, Law and Tashigi! The story log is very nostalgic and the dream log is addicting as hell.

11 - If you were in the One Piece universe, who's crew would you join and why?

What kind of question is that? Strawhat Crew, of course! They all have this sense of one for all and all for one, and they really look like a family, and this is very heart-warming to me.

12 - What is the saddest One Piece moment?

Weeeeeeell... I’ve been stuck in Dressrosa for a while, and the saddest moment in my opinion is at Whole Cake. I took EVERY SINGLE POSSIBLE SPOILER of this arc, though. Without hesitation, it’s Sanji’s backstory. I feel like crying when I only see PICTURES of his backstory... I don’t even want to think what I’m going to feel when I actually get in Whole Cake. Sanji occupies a very special place in my heart, so it hurts a lot to see that this was his past. Congratulations, Oda, you completely broke my heart once again. Also, Pudding can stick her finger in her third eye and go to hell

13 - What is the most shocking moment? 

The third scene that made me cry in One Piece: Usopp VS Luffy in Water 7. These two are such good friends! That’s why I remember that I was freaking out when they began to fight. 

14 - What is the funniest One Piece moment and who is the funniest character?

There are plenty of funny moments in this beautiful story, so I’m going to say more than one. Zoro getting lost, Luffy’s impressions, Robin’s imagination and all the “Can you poop?” moments. And of course that Luffy is the funniest character.

15 - What is the most memorable moment? 

That moment when Luffy gets Zoro’s swords, and he defends his captain for the first time. C’mon, it’s the beginning of the crew!

“Nice, Zoro!”

“It was no trouble, Captain.” 

16 - What is your favorite ability in One Piece?

Hana-Hana No Mi. It’s elegant, has many uses and it can be powerful as heck. I totally want it! Emperor’s Haki is a close second, tho... 

17 - Do you own any One Piece merchandise? (Official or not)

Many of them! All the mangas that were/are being released on Brazil, the special editions (Red, Blue, Yellow, Green and Wanted!) an giant wallpaper, plenty of posters, many figure actions, an Sanji cosplay, a flag, a strawhat, a keychain and a notepad (The last two actually came from Japan!), a necklace and a shirt.

18 - Do you prefer watching One Piece in sub or dub?

As I said up there, I’m brazilian... So I never actually had acess to the english dub, and the portuguese dub (It’s a very good dub, btw) came out before I knew One Piece. So, it’s sub.

19 - What is the #1 thing you love the most about One Piece?

I’m a sucker for this kind of thing: The whole dreams, freedom, friendship and bravery message that it passes. I keep the lessons that One Piece gave me deep in my heart. They give me hope and happiness in hard moments.

20 - What is the #1 thing you hate the most about One Piece? 

There’s two of them: The brazilian fandom and what they did to Sanji after the timeskip. Brazil’s fandom is full of toxicity, arguing, homophobia and sexism. And Sanji was so smooth and serious before the timeskip, but I feel like he became a gag after the timeskip. Where’s the suave Sanji, goddamnit?!

21 - Does One Piece take your number 1 spot in your top 10 animes? (If not, where?)

Absolutely yes. One Piece saved me from dispair countless times. Its jokes, its lessons, its characters... And if it weren’t for One Piece, I wouldn’t have known half of my friends, and honestly, I don’t know where I was going to be nowdays if I didn’t had them. In many aspects, One Piece saved my life. I’m eternally grateful to Oda. One Piece is a huge inspiration to me in both emotional aspects and in a writer’s point of view. Watching One Piece was the best choice I ever made, because that silly strawhat boy changed my life and took me out of the darkness many times. I love this masterpiece with all my soul.

[thatawesomenerdygirl]

romeo and juliet || Damian Wayne

Warning(s): N/A, Clark is a bit of an ass tho.

Tagging: @@itsrebeca , if you want me to add you to my tag lists, I’d love to!

"(Y/N) Kent!" Your father's voice booms throughout the cave.

You were visiting the Wayne family with your father for something important, you didn't know what though. You took the chance to look for your secret boyfriend, a smile gracing your lips as you roam around the manor. As soon as you spotted him, you wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a gentle hug, a silent gesture of telling him how much you had missed him.

Nobody was around then nor nobody knew about your relationship with the youngest Wayne boy. You had fallen for him since a long time ago when he and you were partnered up in a certain mission you couldn't do on your own, he protected you and even went as far as taking a bullet, he knew about you not having a skin like your father. He was your Romeo as you were his Juliet and God knows how much you love him.

At first, it was just nothing but playing around, watching a movie together with your hand in his own larger one while you waited for your father. You wanted to cuddle up to him, feeling his warm body on yours as you rested your head against his chest but it was too risky. Damian sensed your distress and decided to place an innocent kiss on your cheek but your dad passed the room and was a little bit too dramatic to your liking which led up to this moment.

Your dad was fuming, his hands placed on his hips as he stared at the both of you with a scolding glare. Bruce was right behind him, sighing at his friend's over protectiveness.

You begrudgingly let Damian's hand go, a sad look on your face as you watched your father practically stomped his way over to you. He grabbed your arm, with an unintended harshness, and pulled you up causing you to wince slightly.

"Ouch, dad!" You struggled to pry your arm from his iron grip yet no avail, you ended up stumbling your way out of the manor with your angry father. You glanced at Damian over your shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes knowing you wouldn't be able to see him for some time or worse.

Never.

Damian only could watch you being dragged away until the door finally closed, his fists were clenched tightly. He took a deep breath, feeling his father's eyes on his back.

"We are eighteen father, is it really harming anybody for stealing an innocent kiss on the cheek?" The green-eyed boy asked as he turned around, meeting his father's own gaze. The secret was out, there was no use of hiding it anymore.

Bruce made his way towards his son, placing his large hand on Damian's shoulder, eyes never leaving his son's figure as he answered in the most fatherly tone he didn't know he has, "Give Clark some time son, he isn't ready for his daughter to grow up yet."

Damian could only nod, inwardly happy that his father supported him. He pulled out his phone and lit up the screen. He set your photo as a wallpaper, a photo from your first date. You looked so happy with some of your favorite flavored ice cream smeared across your lips that were tugged into an almost toothy grin and the tip of your nose, glee twinkled in your beautiful pair of eyes, the memory brought a ghost smile upon his face.

"Father, I may need some help."

You didn't stop pouting, it's been days since the last time you saw Damian, you couldn't call him because you knew your dad would listen so you texted him instead. You would always put your phone down when your father was around, he was always suspicious since then and would always lecture you about you being too young for having a boyfriend.

But that aside, he was actually pretty upset that you didn't tell him about it. You understand that he was just afraid for your being, he didn't want you to be hurt. You admitted that you indeed had a few fights with Damian but he never laid a hand on you no matter how mad he was, he didn't even scream at you and keep his cool while you were the opposite. Not the hitting part.

Your father never forces you to break up with Damian though. He just told you to stay away.

Tonight, you had another small fight with him. He was going to the Wayne manor again, helping Bruce with something that had to do with the League. You asked him if you could come only to receive a flat out 'no', you insisted that you wanted to help and your father reply with;

"I know you only want to see, Damian."

Which was true.

"But I'm eighteen!" You argued through gritted teeth, you've had enough of his overprotectiveness. You were not that little girl who needed his father help with walking anymore, you were big enough to make your own decision. "Dad, just- please!"

Your father, or Superman at the time, didn't say anything he just shook his head before leaving the house. You caught your mother giving you a sympathetic look but it didn't help, you wanted to see Damian or at least hear his rare chuckle or just his voice.

Dare you say that it felt like having a Romeo and Juliet kind of relationship, you were also felt like Ariel, having an overprotective father though for almost a different reason. They both acted kind of like an ass but you still love your father.

Your mother was the complete opposite of him, she supported your relationship, in fact, she was happy. Once, you overheard her telling your father to loosen up a bit, stop being so dramatic and accept the reality that their daughter is all grown up, not needing any protection from him or her yet Clark was being stubborn and insisted the opposite which made you think that he was in some kind of a denial.

You stared up at the sky, your window was open as you crossed your arms over the frame. The cold yet soothing wind gently blew your hair back as if trying to ease you from the heavy feeling in your chest.

"I miss you, Damian." You whispered sadly to the night sky.

"I miss you too, Love." The last thing you'd expect was hearing Damian's voice, you really thought you were hallucinating and you wondered if not hearing his voice for a long time could drive someone crazy.

The sight of him slowly sliding down from the top of your roof made you push those thoughts aside, he was wearing his Robin suit but his mask was lifted up. You couldn't stop the cheerful smile from tugging at your lips as you stepped aside to let him in through your window.

As soon as his feet touched the floor, you tackled him to the ground with your arms wrapped around his torso and your face nuzzling into his strong chest. He didn't hesitate to return your bone-crushing hug, you heard him took a deep inhale of your scent before speaking.

"I'm sorry it took me so long."

You quickly shook your head, lifting your face from his chest, happy tears pouring out of your eyes. "Don't apologize, I'm glad." You tightened your arms around him, "but I'm afraid you can't stay too long, my dad will be back."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest causing you to raise an eyebrow at him. "He won't until tomorrow."

"How'd you know?" You slowly pull away from him, a skeptical look etched on your pretty face, "you didn't do anything to him, did you?"

"No, I asked my father if he can keep him busy at the Watchtower," Damian smirked proudly.

Slowly, you guided him to sit on your bed and you didn't waste any time to settle your self between his legs, your back pressed against his chest as you told him everything he had missed. Damian happily listened, savoring the moment he had with you until your bedroom door opened, revealing your mother.

"Mom!" You frantically scoot away from Damian, you were still a little afraid that even though your mother approved she still didn't want you to get too touchy-feely with him. Especially when Damian sneaked into your house instead of knocking the front door and politely ask if he could talk to you.

Damian's heart nearly leaped out of his ribcage, all color drained from his face as he gets off of your bed. He was afraid that he'd left a bad first impression.

Your mother giggled at the sight of your mortified expressions, she pushed the door open further and happily showed a batch of cookies and two glass of milk on the tray in her hands.

"Calm down, I know that you will come." She assured, putting down the tray on your bedside table, smiling warmly at Damian. "You must be Damian, correct?"

Damian nervously nodded, taking off his gloves and shook your mother hand when she offered a handshake.

"How did you know that I will come, Mrs. Kent?"

"Bruce told me."

Damian's eyebrow twitched, traitor, he thought.

Your mother gently ruffled Damian's hair, the boy visibly froze at the gesture seeing he still wasn't used to receiving some kind of affection from a stranger but he didn't move.

"Take care of my daughter." She retracted her hand from his head and gave him a thumbs up, "if you want to talk with my husband, I will gladly help."

"I will and thank you, Mrs. Kent." Damian politely said as he nodded once more, watching your mother leave after she told him to call her by her first name instead and told him to use a protection making you blush deeply.

When the door closed, Damian sat back down on the bed, turning his head to the side to look at you. He looked beyond relieved that he only has Clark to worry. He then pulled you into his arms again as he fell down the bed.

You squeaked in surprise, hanging onto his shoulder as you lightly bounced on the bed.

"What are we gonna do now?" You asked, snuggling more into his chest.

"For now?" He paused, taking your chin in his fingers before lifting your head up, pressing his lips tenderly to yours. "Let's have fun then we'll talk to Clark when he's back."

I swear Damian meant no harm.

[damijon-supersons]

Damian and Jon going/being forced to go on a double date. Second couple can be whoever you want.

Yeah, so I didn’t know what to do with this much. I didn’t know any other DC couple I could use so I took a cue from my good friend @batboyblog and used Connor Kent (even tho he’s not in DC Rebirth). And while I didn’t intend for this ficlet to be longer than like 800 words, I kinda got into it too much, I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Also, I don’t know if anyone noticed, but at times I like to insert references to lines from the actual comics :p

“I’ll have my steak well done,” Tim said.

“Pssshft,” Damian scoffed. “What civilized human orders ‘well done’? Go medium rare or go home.” He then turned to the frazzled waiter and said, “Start me off with a pumpkin salad.”

“Why do you care?” Tim muttered in annoyance. “You’re vegetarian!”

“I’d have thought that you’d at least have some dignity with your dinner, but I guess even that was beyond you,” Damian sneered.

“Wanna make something out of it, short stuff?” Tim growled.

The two Wayne heirs hurled more insults at each other from across the table. Jon and Conner just sighed and ordered a cheeseburger each, and shooed the waiter away before he became an unfortunate casualty of a wildly thrown dinner fork.

“’Go on a double date’, he said,” Connor mumbled to Jon with a barely accurate imitation of Dick Grayson’s voice. “’They’ll warm up to each other’, he said. The only way this gets warmer is if they blow up the table with a hidden batarang or whatever.”

“Damian has two in his jacket’s sleeve,” Jon admitted sheepishly. “Well, Dick was right about one thing—it’ll be an interesting night.”

“It would interest me more if we left this restaurant without anything exploding,” Conner mused. He nodded to Jon and the younger boy nodded in agreement. It was time to end the argument.

Damian had just lifted himself off his chair to reach over the table and presumably throttle Tim when Jon suddenly grabbed him from behind. Jon then blew a quick burst of super-cold wind at Damian’s nape.

Damian squeaked in a very un-Damian like way, and collapsed on his seat shivering. He looked livid, but his face softened quickly when he saw Jon glaring at him.

On Conner’s end, he put both his hands below the table and presumably on Tim’s sides. Jon couldn’t see what he did, but whatever it was shut Tim up and turned his face a light shade of pink.

“Guys,” Connor began after he was satisfied with Tim’s expression, “we’re on a date so we can hang out and relax—not so that Jon and I will babysit the two of you in case you try to bite each other’s ears off.”

Damian stuck his tongue out in disgust as if the notion of having any part of Tim in his mouth was unspeakably distasteful.

“Damian, why do you hate your brother so much?” Jon asked earnestly.

“I don’t hate Drake,” Damian explained as he eyed Tim suspiciously. “It’s just that he was born annoying.”

“Why you edgy little—!” Tim’s retort was cut off when Connor’s hand moved under the table again, and whatever he did made Tim’s voice crack.

“Hmm,” Connor hummed as he examined Damian and then Tim. “I think I might know a way to put you guys on the right track.”

***

Neon lights flashed bright from all sides. Futuristic sounds of zaps and bolts pierced the air.  Jon’s strapped vest was similarly glowing with bright lights that changed color every two seconds. The room was dim, but it had white walls all around with consoles and screens with a dozen brightly colored buttons right out of a space action movie.  Jon had never played laser tag  before, but as he held the big plastic gun in his hands, he understood the appeal—it was like he was living one of his favorite videogames.

As Connor had explained to Jon, he’d figured that laser tag would be a good way to force Tim and Damian to work together. He’d told the two Robins to team up while he and Jon took the other side. The losing side had to agree to wear the winner’s costumes for a week while on hero duty—and since Damian and Tim were rather attached to their specially designed gear, and not at all keen to wear Jon’s and Connor’s more casual clothes that were barely costumes, it was good motivation. Both teams were supposed to have five members, so each of their teams had three other random kids.

“We’ll just stoke their competitive streaks enough for them to realize that they’re good as a team. Hopefully that’ll get them to at least respect each other.” Connor said after he pulled Jon aside.

“But Connor,” Jon frowned. “If their years as Robin and Red Robin haven’t already done that, how’s this supposed to help?”

“You’d think that,” Connor began, “but truth is they’ve barely had any experience fighting together. Out of all the Robins, Tim’s spent the least time with Damian. And then there’s that bit of history between them when Damian became Robin the first time and Tim was just kinda, blown off.”

“Oh…I feel bad for Damian. I just wish he’d get along with Tim the way we do with each other,” he said glumly.

“They will, because they’ll have no choice,” Connor said with a mischievous smile. “Today, we’re going to be their villains.”

Connor laid out his plan. He and Jon were going to goad the Robins into working with each other and forcing their hand. Connor had agreed with them that he and Jon wouldn’t use any heat vision, super strength, seeing, hearing or frost breath. However, they didn’t catch on that Connor had left out a very specific super power.

“We’ll use our super speed to make it seem like there’s way more of us firing at them,” Connor explained excitedly. “We’ll pin down their position and rack up the points. They’ll know something’s up so they’ll start to use their training to get the better of us.”

“Isn’t that cheating, though?” Jon asked, his brow furrowed.

“All’s fair in love,” Conner shrugged. “And we’re trying to get our boyfriends to feel some brotherly love, so that’s like, a double license to do whatever it takes.”

An alarm blared shrilly somewhere above them. The huge white panel doors slid open and the game begun.

It started out well enough. Jon and Connor ignored their three other team mates and dashed with their speed to make it seem like they were firing five people’s worth of lasers each. Jon targeted indiscriminately, and saw both Damian and Tim make a face whenever they’d get hit. Five minutes in, Jon’s side had 98 points, while Damian’s side had twelve.

Jon had just begun imagining what Damian would look like in his Superman jacket when his vest stopped glowing—he’d just been tagged. He glanced at his other team mates on their side of the field—all of them had gotten tagged as well.

Conner looked confused. Suddenly the lights dimmed, making it harder to see. He could’ve sworn he heard the sound of Tim’s voice somewhere. Suddenly, two kids from Damian’s team rushed forward, shooting Jon’s vest and one of his teammate’s barely a second after it flickered to life again. Connor and his two other teammates aimed at the attackers, but they were tagged again, shutting down their guns. The shots came from above—it must have been Damian! In front of them, the attackers vanished behind the walls. Jon started to panic.

The game got a lot easier for Jon after that, mostly because he barely got to fire his laser gun anymore. He realized what had happened—Tim had somehow organized the three other kids on their team so that they were more coordinated, tactical and efficient. They’d dart in and out of cover and knew the precise moment their enemies’ vests would light up so that they’d shoot it down again, preventing a counterattack. If Jon’s team hid behind anything, Damian picked them off from behind their own line. He flanked them from above, constantly hidden in the shadows despite having his own glowing vest.

Damian and Tim won with a handy 120 to 115. Connor’s mouth hung open as the two batkids gave him equally haughty smirks. Jon was just glad that Damian seemed to have forgotten his animosity with Tim, the two of them casually standing beside each other and adding to each other’s sentences.

“You should have seen the look on your faces, Connor,” Tim grinned.

“Tricks are no match for true skill,” Damian smirked at Jon.

“I think it worked too well,” Connor grumbled.

And that was just fine with Jon, if it meant that Robin and Red Robin would fly together again.

***

“So, for your end of the deal,” Damian began, licking his lips with relish, “you’re going to wear a Robin uniform.”

“Sure, I’ve always wanted to try it on,” Jon chirped enthusiastically. Every time he’d gone down to the batcave with Damian, he’d wanted to know what is what like wearing Damian’s suit, with all of its fancy gadgets and whatnot. Jon stood in front of the case that held Damian’s Robin suit, imagining what he’d look like in them.

“Oh, no, no, definitely not my suit,” Damian shook his head. “It’s just the one. No, I’ll have to give you a spare.”

He led Jon down the row of outfits until they reached the very end. Jon’s face flushed. Right in front of him was the very first Robin uniform worn by Dick Grayson, with its legendary scaled green…briefs. Jon couldn’t think of anything else to call it.

“Damian I can’t wear that, I’d be almost naked!” Jon protested.

“You always wear a torn pair of jeans anyway, might as well skip to the logical conclusion,” Damian said airily. “You did promise to do this if you lost, correct?”

“You’re enjoying this!” Jon accused.

“I thought you liked it when I enjoy you,” Damian replied with a grin.

Jon’s cheeks turned red. “I hate you,” he muttered.

Damian simply chuckled.

“Glad to hear it."

[marcomardon]

re: your tags on that batman post: while i agree there's some wonderful batstuff (and other stuff) in the n52, i also still can't fully get behind it. even with rebirth. not after what they did to babs and wendy and so many other characters i could name. and i feel like telling me to just get with it is a little dismissive? it's not just butthurt nerdrage (tho i will admit i do miss my fav) and it seems to me like there's no one into the n52 who gets that. is there rly no (1/2)

middle ground here? because i’ve looked for fans of both and sometimes it feels like none exist. or at least that no one into the n52 gets why i’m still a little mad after six years.

thanks for sharing! i strongly disagree with you that no fans of both the new 52 and preflashpoint exist, from my perspective in fandom i’m seeing more people into the new 52 who are into both, and then there’s staunch supporters of preflashpoint who vocally refuse to admit that the new 52 ever happened, that dc comics just ended in 2011. the latter kind of people are who my tags are directed at, definitely not the people who are annoyed/cautious but willing to give it a read.

i’ve read every single batfamily title since the very beginning of robin (1991) up to about 2008, and i’m still working on catching up to flashpoint (… that doesn’t mean i remember most of them, but i’ve read them), and i do love it, there’s so much backstory and history there, ….. but that’s both a good and a bad thing. it’s so daunting that i wouldn’t have even considered it without a simple launching point, and wasn’t that the idea entirely? to make everything more accessible to this new wave of comic fans? especially coming from a place where it’s hard for me to read handwritten text bubbles, so anything early is out, and i miss out on like, two entire robins worth of comic history because of visual accessibility. 

i 100% agree with you for babs, and steph and cass, and a handful of flash rogues, and lian, and so many other characters and relationships like clois or newsflash that were altered or missing. i don’t blame you for feeling that way at all, but that still doesn’t change that this is how it is now. rebirth is here, and it’s only a year and a bit old, bringing previous comic canon back into the new fold takes time. it’s not perfect, and it definitely won’t be the same as it was, but look at green canary, and titans (and the wallys), and tell me they’re not trying. 

what i believe you’re seeing (correct me if i’m wrong!) about how no new 52 fans understand how earlier fans feel about the reboot, is very likely in response to all the absolute despisal that the new 52 receives in fandom. people are slamming what has gotten so many people into this comics universe originally, and fans are reacting with ‘well it’s here now’ and ‘get with it’ and similar aggressive responses. it’s can sometimes be a bit much for a reaction, definitely, but i still think you can find more comic fans into both from the new 52 “side” than the preboot “side”.