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degeneratekitten · 4 years

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When there’s no Hope

I ended up pushing myself too far for some of the stories, the result was a massive burnout that I’m still not completely recovered from, I think this was actually the last story I made that pushed me over the edge. I only just got around to editing it. Anyways enjoy.

!!!WARNING!!! READ TAGS BEFORE READING. BITTY TORTURE. DONT LIKE DON’T READ

Some cases are simply too dire to help, this was one of them.

You seldom got cases as bad as this, cases where training simply was not an option and the owner was simply too blind to see it. The woman in front of you was describing such a case, tears in her eyes as she described what had to be the most dangerous bitty you’d ever heard of.

The bitty in question had grown to the size of a bear, just feeding him alone was breaking her bank, he still had the childish, dumb demeanor of a pure bite. Furthermore his breed specific problems made you flinch a little, you were well aware of how dangerous they could be, whether from being unmuzzled to only having regard for their own needs you knew full well that a bear sized toddler with knives for teeth was not good. Furthermore, despite leaving out what must have happened to her, you could tell exactly what had happened to the woman coming to you for help.

Her descriptions of this pure bite only cemented in your mind that she had become so blind to what was really happening that she forgot about everything but her tormentors' feelings. You ended up having to stop her halfway through her pleading to firmly lay down a hard truth for her to hear.

“I can’t help you, and frankly I’m afraid I can’t let you go home to this bitty either.” You stated, watching as the woman in front of you stood shocked and teary eyed at you.

“Nonononono! You misunderstood me! He’s really a sweet boy he just gets muddle headed during heats!” She replied, staring at you desperately as you shook your head.

“Ma’am no. There is only one thing that can be done about this bitty.” You stated, fixing her with a look. “Firstly, he was never meant to be a pet, and due to his size he’s long past the point where he’s allowed out for the exercise he needs. Frankly he has two options, a zoo, or death.” You stated, watching as the woman stared at you in shock. “But based entirely on the stories you’ve told me of his treatment of you and the bitties around him, I know for fact that no zoo would take him.” You stated, before sighing one last time.

“I also cannot in good conscience let you go home and wait to be murdered by this bitty either.” You stated, and watched as the woman’s face twisted in anger.

“You can’t do this! I came for help and you’re talking about MURDERING my baby! He would never hurt-” You stopped her before she could finish her sentence.

“But he already has.” You replied, pointing to the bruises littering her form. Her arm was even in a cast, and she got silent. You could tell that the bitty in question had done something unspeakable to this woman. He likely couldn't take no for an answer given his intellect and she couldnt force him away due to his size.

“Now, in consideration for your feelings for your bitty, I’m only offering you this so he won’t suffer.” You stated, as you stood up, and walked over to her, you had been in a fortunate enough position growing up to be one of the lucky few with a more developed magical sense. It had always been an option for you to become a dedicated mage due to it, even now you were still getting offers of magical colleges to further develop it. You never had any interest though, you always preferred the sciences over magic. You supposed though, that now was as good a time as any to use a little of your magic to get your point across. Summoning a green light you walked over and brushed the woman’s cheek with your hand. The bags under her eyes disappeared and she stared at you with wonder, looking at your hand as she felt the magic wash over her.

“I could call the humane society, they would most likely come and subdue him without the use of magic, which would be a violent and huge affair. Or…” You held up your glowing hand.

“I could come in and make the situation as painless as possible.” You stated.

She looked at you with so much uncertainty in her eyes that you sat back down.

“The choice is yours, I know it’s hard, and you probably already resent me. But someone is going to die. Whether it’s you or the pure bite is entirely up to you.”

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The woman was so distraught by your ultimatum, screaming profanities at you about being heartless, inhumane, a murderer, but you simply pulled out your phone and looked up the number for the humane society, making sure she could see you do so. She ended up collapsing onto your sofa, crying something intelligible, before agreeing. She looked guilty, so guilty, about being raped by a bitty, about supposedly breaking some sort of promise to the bitty, about her assumption that this bitty wasn't dangerous despite the fact that she’d already been hurt so deeply by him.

You ended up talking more, with you urging her to seek help from a mental health professional to help with her grief, she still tried to beg you to reconsider, but you wouldn't budge, making sure she understood very clearly that she would die if she continued to defend the bitty.

Surprisingly it was easier than you thought it would be to convince her to put down the bitty, you weren't entirely too thrilled about it having to be you who she wanted to put the creature down, but nonetheless it was more likely to end painlessly.

Despite your offer to subdue the pure bite, it was still something that was incredibly difficult for you. You had to pull out some of the old magic books that your grandfather gave you and your siblings when you were younger. Your siblings had all gone down the path of dedicated mages, while you decided you loved horses more than magic. You had long forgotten some of the spells you learned when younger, and had to look up a spell to subdue a large violent creature. Eventually you found it, but still had to write it down on your hand even as you left for the woman’s house.

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Seeing the bitty was an entirely other matter though, and you had to suck in a deep breath as you stared at the bear sized bitty in front of you. You struggled to comprehend just how it could have grown to this size. You’d heard of certain breeds of bitties who grew as they aged, but you had no idea how old one of those bitties would have to be in order to get as large as this pure bite.

The owner wasn't glaring at you anymore, she seemed to be cowering as she stared at the bitty. You could tell just by looking that he was in the middle of a heat, he was pumping at his large cock as he stared at his owner.

“Mom.” It grumbled out, and it seemed to lumber towards its owner, he reached out a hand and really you werent in the mood to see a giant bear bitty rape anyone, so you didnt waste any time.

You took one look at your hand before shouting out a spell, drawing a shape in the air with your finger as you said it.

You were out of practice, and a small puff of purple escaped your hand.

Growling to yourself, you stared at the giant bitty as his owner pulled away from him. He bared his giant sharp teeth and let out a frustrated noise.

“Mommy! Make me feel better!” He growled out, reaching for her again, this time his large boney hand caught hold of her, and she shrieked a little.

“BABY NO!” She yelled, staring at you with a pleading look. You grimaced again, and collecting yourself you tried again.

You ended up succeeding in your second try, and a large purple symbol slammed into the large bitty. He ended up stumbling a bit, but shockingly enough he ended up shaking it off.

Your eyes ended up widening at this development, and you backed away in fear at the sight of the bitty. He looked angry, angry and still pumping his giant cock furiously as he glared at you.

“Go way! I want mommy not you!” He shouted and let go of his owner to lumber towards you.

Panicking you casted the spell again, and another purple symbol crashed into the bitty, this time causing him to howl in utter rage. He practically started sprinting towards you. You only barely managed to run past his lumbering form as he smashed into the door of his owners house.

“Nooooo! Baby please be good! She’s here to help!” The woman cried, bitter fearful tears running down her cheeks as she shook in place. You ended up casting the spell again frantically. Watching it slam into the bitty only to slow him down.

You realized exactly what was happening after that, and in response, before the bitty could turn you casted again. You could see the giant pure bite was wobbling, and could no longer run, so you casted again, and again, and again. Until finally, the giant lumbering threat fell, face first onto the ground, practically drooling.

“Cnt mvvv.” He tried to say, and you ended up sighing in relief. Your heart was pounding, and there was a hole in the door you came through.

The woman was still shaking, seemingly petrified by the giant bitty on the ground. She didn't even approach, just stared at him helplessly. You gave her a once over before you decided that it was better to get this all over with quickly.

The fact that casting the spell once had not been sufficient was a glaring reminder of just how out of practice you were with this. You weren't a dedicated mage, and while you were sure your siblings could have done this in one try you were different. Still this next part was something that you had done countless times at a young age. It was one of the basic elements of becoming a mage.

Making your way over, you planted your feet firmly on each side of his body. You hadn't done something like this in a long time, but really it was relatively painless despite how it sounded.

Lifting the shirt of the pure bite you reached into the very center of his magic, placing your hands firmly around the massive pulsating AI that rested in his chest. Then, careful so as not to completely damage the flow of your own magic, you started to absorb the magic resting within him.

The pure bite grunted at first, before he started to yawn. He stopped being able to move as the magic drained from him, and got progressively more tired as the process went on. You struggled a little to circulate the magic in a way that allowed your body to make the magic your own, and frequently had to stop for long moments to give yourself time. Really all the practice with places of power when you were younger made this process incredibly familiar, and eventually you fell back into the groove of how it was supposed to be done.

The pure bite eventually fell into a deep sleep, and shortly after parts of him began to dissolve gently into dust, floating away as you worked. You felt your own center of magic expanding, a little uncomfortably at first, the years that you hadn't done this coming to catch up with you, but eventually you had flexed your magical muscle enough that the expansion started to feel natural, pleasant even, like breaking through into a new level of power.

It wasn't long before you got comfortable enough with the flow of magic to where you could finally end the process. You practically glowed as you completely sucked up the remaining magic in the pure bites reserves, and closed your eyes to go into a deep meditation, as the body of the pure bite basically dissolved into dust. There was no screaming, no pleading, just a deep sleep that ended painlessly. You sat for a long time circulating the flow of magic, before you could finally open your eyes to see the woman in front of you staring almost confused at the dust on the ground.

“He just fell asleep... “ She stated, and she looked dazed as she said this, not distressed, not sad, just in disbelief. Honestly it looked like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Nodding at her, you smiled gently. “He just fell asleep..” You stated, which seemed to cause a dam to break in the façade of the woman. She didn't answer you, just placed her head into her hands as she cried. Whether it was from relief or grief you had no idea.

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theos-writing · 3 years

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EDS Chess headcanons

me? projecting? yes. i thought it'd be nice to bring a different type of diversity to the fandom and i can really see Chess having eds, so i thought it would be nice to come out with my hcs. slight warning, this is very long

for those who dont know: Ehlers Danlos Syndrom (EDS) is a genetic connective tissue disorder that affects collagen, that is one of the main proteins of the body and is in charge of keeping us together. there are thirteen types of EDS, but overall, the main symptoms are: joint weakness and fragility, stretchy and fragile skin, and chronic pain. people with EDS, if they do any sports, usually have a short career in them, since growth spurts or short periods of time without exercise can make them lose muscle mass easily, and in consequence, not have the compensation for their weak joints and end up feeling pain and dislocate things easily. wanna learn more go to this site (The Ehlers Danlos Society)

this is mainly based on my experiences. eds is different for each person.

Riley never did the stabby thing au

TW: addiction, injury, doctors, medicine and medical exams

Chess had a terrible balance when she was little

she was always falling and getting hurt

so her parents decided to sign her up for gymnastics when she was about four

she was really good at it

the teachers did say she had hypermobility

it wasnt a problem tho, it could even make her a better gymnast if she wanted to keep going!

at the beginning, she got hurt a lot

she twisted her ankles and complained of pain

everyone just brushed it off as growing pains and said that as she got stronger, she would get better

and she did!

for a long time, she had nearly no pain and only dislocated a couple joints

but when she was about twelve, that started getting worse

she was feeling her joints go out of place more often and she was feeling more pain

at this point, she doesnt want to tell anyone

all the pain was just growth pain, they would stop one day

until she started having this weird pain on her shoulder. it wouldnt go away, no matter how long she put ice on it or how she trained. it wasnt stopping.

she was fourteen and on the beginning of freshman year when that happened.

after a while, the pain was just a normal thing for her

it was annoying as hell and she hated it, but she wasnt going to let it stop her gymnastics

so she kept training.

but the pain started spreading. her other shoulder, her elbows and wrists

it was getting hard to write

but she could write on the computer so that didnt affect her studies

she was more concerned about gymnastics

she was amongst the top ranked on the country

even in her worst event, she was still in third place

she couldnt give up now

so she ignored the pain

until she couldnt anymore.

Chess was just practicing when she felt this massive pain shot up her shoulder

she let go of the high bar and fell

the way she landed, half on her feet, half falling down took a turn on her knee

she felt it leave the place where it was supposed to be and she screamed

her knee was nearly on the side of her leg

she panicked, not because of the pain, but because she knew what this meant: her career as a gymnast was over before it had even started

she was fifteen, a sophomore in high school, one of the youngest people recruited for the next olympics

now, all that was over

knowing that hurt more than her knee

Chess needed surgery so they could fix it

and at least four months of rehab to get it to normal use again

but as she thought, no more gymnastics. ever.

she cried for days. if she didnt have gymnastics, what did she have?

then one day, after a really bad pain crisis, she was given vicodin

it felt... good. so she accepted the next time they offered her. and whenever they would ask after, she always had pain.

it wasnt a lie. she had a lot of pain. and with weeks of bed rest, she was developing more and more pain areas. her back, her hips, her ankles, her neck, everything hurt

but she didnt need meds for it. she needed meds so she could fill up that void inside her

she recovered, partially. she still used crutches for months

finally, two months before the end of the year, she was back to walking normally and even doing p.e.

so she decided to try out for the cheer team. it wasnt gymnastics, but it was better than nothing

Kate tried out with her and also quit gymnastics for her

"a best friend wont let you suffer on your own" she said

they both got in, and when they went back to school after the summer, Chess was already fully healed

but she didnt stop with the meds

she would say she knows what happened that year but for her its all a blur her mind blocked out

she dropped Farrah, she knew that, and the younger girl hated her for it

to be honest, Chess also did. she hurt someone, even if not on purpose, she hurt someone. if Farrah landed weird she could've hurt herself as much as Chess did or even die and that would be on Chess.

so for a while she agreed to try to stop

but the pain and the withdrawals were too much

so she went back to it

until the next year. after the sleepover. after what Kate said.

and it was hard. so hard. but she made it through a day, then a week, and a month, and it got a bit easier.

the only thing that got to her was the pain. where the hell was the pain coming from

she refused to take any pain meds for it, she was scared she would slide back. she dealt with that pain for so long, it couldnt be that bad

but it was. she was starting to subluxate and dislocate things almost every week

after another scare with her knee, the school board and her parents decided it would be better if she went off the team

she was distraught again.

but now, what they wanted were answers. they went to doctor after doctor after doctor for months. no one really believed her

she researched and looked for answers on her own until she came across EDS

it sounded... like her. the pain, the dislocations, the short lived life in gymnastics, the skin that would always end up with massive scars, the hypermobility she had since a young age

she talked to her parents about that, and they agreed to take her to a geneticist

she was terrified going to that appointment

she was scared the geneticist would say what everyone else did, tell her its for attention or for the meds

but she listened. she listened while they told Chess' story and their family health history. she did a physical exam and didnt say anything until they were done talking

then she said Chess was right. she did have EDS.

Chess cried when she was told that. she finally had a diagnosis. she wasnt crazy, she wasnt faking it. she had an actual illness

it did mean she would most likely feel pain for the rest of her life, tho

but it also meant she could stop with the E.R. visits and the dirty looks from doctors and the countless blood tests and scans that got them no where

that didnt mean no scans or blood work, but those meant something. those were now to check if she was alright, not to check if she was telling the truth. and it felt so good

she told Kate right when she got home

at first she was scared, but they spent all night reading the articles Chess' doctor had sent to them and watching videos of other people with EDS, and she wasnt scared anymore. not as much anyways

#wow this was long #but im proud of it :)#chess watt #we are the tigers #we are the tigers musical #we are the tigers headcanons #kate watt #kate dalton #nix writes #addiction tw #doctors tw

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nathalie-sancoeur-assistant · 5 years

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This is filled w/ spoilers

So here it is, time for me to pull myself together and post all my thoughts and feelings on the new episode into one big long post.

So my overall feelings?

I am upset

Not because it was a bad episode- it was amazing, literally so good- nope, it’s because of Nathalie- but I’ll get into that in a moment. I’m gonna put a read-more here cause this is gonna probably be really long- and could very well be a recap of the whole ep with my commentary.

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First off, when Plagg seemed not to like Adrien’s birthday present for Marinette, he seemed so concerned (these screenshots aren’t going to be very good quality because I REALLY don’t feel like going through all the trouble of making them look nice & take hours on one post)

Look at the little bean! SO concerned. It’s perfect Honeybun, she’ll love it.

Then onto the next scene...

Even during meals, they sit so far away from each other. Why? I’ve often wondered what the point of such a long table with so many chairs could be, especially in a house that’s so big yet so empty. I suppose that it could do well for meetings, but still, this is a family meal, not a company get-together or business meeting with people you have to impress. They have to practically yell at each other to be heard.

Also, look at this

He basically asked Nathalie for approval. “Should I let him?” “Yes sir, I would.” “Very well, Adrien.”

Also, the fact that Gabriel and Lila have the same meeting place each time. He isn’t just driving by hoping to catch her, they have a time and place set up. And the idea that Marinette is a bad influence? Preposterous! But of course, this is Lila.

Screw Lila.

“You work to hard, sir”

Yes Nathalie, I’m sure you know what working to hard feels like. You’re not exactly relaxing, yourself.

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Next scene!

Ms. Bustier: Marinette, would you bring your school bag to me please, I need to check something

Okay so first off, you’re going off of an anonymous tip that one of your best and most well-behaved students (Aside from being late quite often) is a thief and a cheat? And secondly, you really think that she is SO STUPID that if she had taken them knowingly, she wouldn’t have maybe removed them from her bag? Third, why did Marinette not FIND them in her bag before school started, take them out, and maybe call Alya or something.

“That’s impossible Marinette, Lila got the worst grade in the class” not impossible if she stole them after the test- also, way to be subtle on grades. I thought teachers were supposed to keep that stuff relatively undercover.

And Adrien really said “Marinette Rights”

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So.

There’s no sound of crashing.

Lila just yells “Ready?” in the most mischievous voice she can

Then she starts screaming

And no one stopped to think “Hey, not only is Marinette really not known to assault people, but we didn’t hear a single thud that would have sounded like someone falling down the stairs preceding her screams.”

“She keeps calling me a liar, getting the others to gang up against me...” SINCE. WHEN?

Also.

“Oh...I have proof”

How would she have known that the proof was in Marinette’s locker? And again, if she knew, why would she be surprised to find the pendant in Marinette’s locker??

UGH.

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Now we get to the part that started lil miss me to get so upset.

“Are you ready, Nathalie?”

“More than ever.”

She just bounces out from behind him, ready as she’ll ever be.

Look at her

Then she goes on to call him the Almighty Scarlet Moth and I just smh

Awww. She looks like she’s ready to punch those butterflies in the face. You punch those akumas.

Varity Queen? Princess Justice? Oh yeah. I wanna see those.

And now to the scene that hurt me

“What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing, everything's fine! Keep going..”

She was so ready to just fall down and choke while he continued his fight and she would have still loved him if he hadn’t stopped to help her

But this seen makes it so clear

he loves her too

Even if it’s just as a friend and assistant, he loves her. And it just...the voice acting, her voice actor was so good, it physically hurts me to watch that scene. 15/10.

And Tikki yelling at Marinette...well not really yelling...but holy crap, there is a lot riding on this 14 year old girls shoulders when it comes to her own emotions. She’s still learning what some of them are, puberty is far from over with her, so now she just has the added pressure of not being able to feel the natural emotions that occur with hormone fluctuations and righteous anger from being falsely accused without having to be fearful of Hawkmoth’s akuma.

But on the bright side, Alya FINALLY believes Marinette! She may have her flaws and push Mari a bit to much IMO when it comes to Adrien but hey, when it comes right down to it, she’ll stick it out with her pals. A true friend.

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Is that the same doctor we saw at Master Fu’s?

And despite her state, still the only thing she’s thinking about is him, his goals, what he wants- and he’s not even thinking about that right now.

He looks so distraught too. He needs her. But she’s just so laser focused on one thing that she’s not thinking about the other possibilities. Mark my words, her persistence is what’s going to drive him to stop being Hawkmoth.

“I don’t care, Gabriel. I want to help you.” I swear, I’m gonna start crying again. She’s telling him how she feels when she says stuff like that! It’s loud and clear. If he hasn’t seen it by now, when it’s more obvious than Marinette could ever hope to be- then literally nothing but her straight up saying the words “I’m in love with you” is gonna make it click. He has to know!

“Not at that cost! Never at that cost again...” then it cuts to his family portrait.

Why, pray tell, does it cut to his family portrait? Of all things. Why did it cut to anything at all? They didn’t need to go to the trouble of creating a whole new picture to cut to if they didn’t NEED to. It’s saying something. And Im pretty sure that its that he’s not willing to give up Nathalie, not even for Emilie.

I would also like to point out that in that picture, he is wearing blue- but now, he primarily wears red. What is a combination of blue and red? Purple. The color of Nathalie’s suit.

Hmm...

Nathalie: Shh

Me: *handing Nooroo pots and pans*

She’s so desperate to help him- and look at how she treats Duusu. She isn’t being cruel. Duusu just told her “No, you should be resting” and she’s just like “Yeah, but what if I didn’t?” not “Don’t tell me what to do!” or any crap like that. Instead she stops and explains herself. And then Duusu...

No, not it’s not romantic. It’s twisted. I love Gabriel and Nathalie as a pair, but this isn’t a romantic gesture. Nathalie is losing herself in her desperation to help him, get the miraculous, end it once and for all, and her desires to please Gabriel even if it means that he’s not going to want her in the end. She is fighting a losing battle, no matter what happens, she’s going to get the short end of the stick- and it just breaks my heart that she is so willing to throw her life away when there are other ways she could be assisting him that don’t include her deteriortating. That’s why I cried so much during this ep- she wants to prove a point by using this miraculous when it isn’t necessary. And that is why I officially HATE seeing Mayura- because each time she transforms she’s one step closer to falling down and not getting back up.

Also, I thought this scene was super interesting. That’s how she creates a sentimonster? That is so cool.

Moving on, when Adrien pulls out his phone

“I am Mayura, and I’m about to annihilate Ladybug, Mwahahaha!” Points for subtlety, Hon. XD

She’s so cute

“I’ve always gone out of my way to hide my true feelings for you but I just can’t do it anymore” possible foreshadowing? Hmmm?? “Your feelings for me haven’t changed and mine are growing stronger every day” I can’t help but think she was speaking from her own heart in some of that.

And our poor little kitty

So desperate for love, he refuses to believe that

Ladybug wasn’t actually moving on

“She’s so perfect” “I’m nowhere near as perfect as her.”

Also “Senticharm!” *gets big gun blaster thing*

“Lucky Charm!” *gets fork*

Seriously Gabriel and Nathalie belong together at this rate.

“Nathalie?!”

“Nooroo why didn’t you wake me up?” “I couldnt bring myself to you were sleeping so peacefully” because “Im scared of you and Nathalie told me to Shh” wasn’t the right response.

She gets tired even when using the miraculous

And she still goes out in the field

Heeeerrres Hawky!

Legit tho, this is what an anon was talking about earlier from the Gabenath ask meme I did a while back. I said that what I look forin a fanfic would include Hawkmoth needing to save Mayura on the battlefield. And it JUST became canon. Lord have mercy, I think I’ve died XD

Also

“You’re the real monster!”

“Oh, that...you’ll find out very soon” He doesn’t even care tho. Like, where’s all his givacraps fly off to? Oh yeah that’s right they’re akumatizing people, they just keep flying away.

He is huge compared to them. And just going to town trying to whap this 14 year old girl into oblivion. Boy.

“All I need to do is wait a few minutes until you two turn back into regular kids, so fragile, so easy to break” Absolutely no filter. Do you think that’s going to make you seem less like a villain? We don’t say stuff like that! You can’t just take that back! I swear, if you have a redemption arc it had better be Paarthurnax/Zuko-level convincing because there are very few people willing to forgive you after you say things like that with no remorse.

“Release her”

You can’t tell me he doesn’t love her- he sucks at it, but he does. Im really hoping he’ll learn from this mistake and never ask her to use the peacock miraculous again- if she uses it, it has to be on her.

“Don’t mind me” Babe if he doesn’t mind you and you’re discovered then it’s just a hop skip and jump from Hawkmoth being Gabriel Agreste,

He’s carrying her again

Idk if I should focus on how little Nathalie seems to care about how much danger she put herself in or the fact that we have a Gabriel booty close-up

He’s reprimanding her, she starts coughing, her glasses fall off, and he immediately softens up.

Look at that soft look. And the music that’s playing in the background? It’s so...sad..and enhances the way he’s looking at her.

And now.....Adrien

As soon as the adults leave, he growls and the music gets more aggressive. Intimidating.

He is ticked. “Because we’re friends aren’t we?” that was just laced with venom and malice. They say demons run when a good man goes to war.

Well Adrien’s started packing. Lila better watch her step.

And in the end, she basically outed herself as a pathological liar. She admitted it, though she likely didn’t word it that way.

Well, that’s all I have to say. Remember, God made you special and he loves you very much. *veggie tales theme starts playing*

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jj-lives · 5 years

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Inktober - Frail (bmblb)

Been busy the last 2 days and this one was harder to write than I thought it would be. STILL BEHIND. also FYI if y’all haven’t rear my other Inktober stuff this is all one story, just chapters are out of order due to the prompt days.

----------- If the change had been gradual Yang might not have questioned it as strongly. Had it happened over time she might think it a natural development in their relationship. If Blake hadn’t gone from affectionate to distant in a matter of days Yang probably wouldn’t have found herself nervously standing outside Blake’s apartment. She’d been pacing the hallway for more than ten minutes trying to decide if she should knock and confront Blake on her change of attitude, or if she should just ignore it, go home, and hope Blake was back to normal in a few more days.

In a few days; that wouldn’t work.

In a few days time Blake would not be here. She would be miles away, in Menagerie, visiting her parents for spring break. If she didn’t confront Blake now, it would have to wait over a week. By then, who knows where they would stand. If Blake was second guessing their relationship Yang wanted to at least have a chance to comfort her concerns before she was too far away for her to reach.

Gathering her courage she finally knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before it swung open and a petite red-head came into view.

“Yeah?” Her voice was shrill and grated on Yang’s eardrums.

“Is Blake home?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Me,” she answered, getting fed up. “Now is she here or not?”

“Jenna, who is it?” Blake’s familiar voice carried from the other side of the door.

“Some girl asking for you.” Jenna looked her up and down. “She won’t give her name. It’s kinda creepy. Should I shut the door on her?”

Blake came into view over Jenna’s shoulder.

"Yang? What are you doing here?" She stepped in front of her roommate. With one more glance at Yang, Jenna returned to the interior of the apartment.

"Can't a girl come see her girlfriend before she leaves for a week?" Yang teased, smile returning in Blake's comforting presence.

"Of course she can," she returned the smile. "I just thought we said our goodbyes already."

"That was two days ago. You didn't think I wouldn't come by for a proper goodbye, did you?" Trepidation returned as Yang's fears were confirmed. Blake would have left without saying goodbye if Yang hadn't shown up at her door. "Can we talk?"

"Oh!" She sounded surprised. "If you'd like." She glanced over her shoulder debating if the apartment was safe with Jenna home.

"We can go for a walk." Yang suggested. "I know you're probably busy packing so I won't take up much of your time."

Blake nodded, grabbed her keys and led Yang out of the building. She automatically turned right, continuing on down the street as if in habit, heading towards the park. They walked quietly side by side. The silence lasted until they found an empty bench in the park overlooking the pond. The ducks and geese that recently returned from the south swam circles around each other.

Yang wished she could read Blake's mind. What she wouldn't give to know what was going on in there. The longer the silence prevailed the more distraught Yang became. Knowing this couldn't continue Yang decided to be the one to break the uneasy quiet between them.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?" Surprise evident in her voice.

"You've been quiet, is all."

"I was waiting for you to speak." Blake's words turned prickly. "You asked to talk. I assumed you had something on your mind and I was just letting you gather your thoughts."

"No, not today. Well… yeah today. But also yesterday and the day before. It's been longer than a week." Yang failed to explain.

"I don't understand."

"I just…" she started second guessing herself. It was becoming apparent Blake didn't see any change in their relationship. Maybe Yang was just panicking because this was the longest and farthest Blake would be away from her since they started dating. "No, I couldn't have imagined-"

"Yang, you aren't making any sense."

She took a moment to catch her thoughts; something she should have done on their way to the park like Blake had assumed.

"We used to talk all day, everyday. We used to make sure if we couldn't see each other one day we would at least find the time to call." Her eyes implored Blake to understand. She didn't know how much longer her words would last. She'd never been good at portraying her emotions through words, but no actions could properly portray what was going on in her head. "Then… it just seemed to abruptly change. A week ago you just started taking longer to answer my texts, you didn't seem to mind us not seeing each other every day. Nor did you mind when we hardly spoke at all yesterday or that the two days before you'll be gone for a week we never spent anytime just being together. Yesterday we didn't even have a phone conversation."

"Yan-"

"And it's been completely obvious that distance doesn't bother you. Maybe you haven't seen it like I have. Maybe it doesn't matter to you like it matters to me, but finding out you weren't even going to say goodbye to me before leaving…" Yang tore her eyes away as she choked on the words. She despised weakness. She hated feeling inadequate, but that's what this situation made her feel. "It hurt to realize you could walk away so easily from me."

"That's completely untrue."

"Is it?" Her voice rose, more angry with the tears gathering behind her eyes than with Blake.

"You're mad."

"I'm upset. I want to know what changed. I want to know what's going on in your head." Yang looked away, defeated. "Maybe that's just never going to happen."

The quiet pervaded and Yang tried to focus on the leaves stirring in the spring breeze or the far off screams and laughter of small children. Anything to distract her from the agonizing stiffness developing between them.

"I'm sorry."

After two days of not laying eyes on her, now Yang couldn't bring herself to look at Blake. What was she sorry for? For distancing herself? For how it made her feel? Or was she sorry because she didn't feel the same way? Maybe Blake just didn't miss her the way she missed Blake. Was that such a horrible thing? It wasn't the first time Yang developed stronger feelings for someone. It was just the first time she thought she wouldn't have to worry about that.

"For what?" Yang finally spat, not able to stand the unknown anymore.

"For not being what you need. I understand I can be a lot and if it's getting to be too much…" It was Blake's turn to avert her eyes, becoming overly fixated on a single daffodil swaying in the grass at her feet. "I'd understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

"Why would you say that?" Yang started to panic. This was the last thing she wanted to come from their talk. "I never said I wanted to break up."

"You don't?"

"No! But now I'm starting to think you do." Yang stood and stepped away from the bench, giving her the distance she was in need of.

"I don't-"

"Then why suggest it?" Yang accused further. "Why say it if it's not what you want?"

The splashes from the pond drew her eye. The waterfowl quacked and spread their wings at one another before dipping below the water's surface. Their tail feathers turned skyward.

She felt Blake's presence as she joined her.

"Yang, look at me please." Blake's voice was soft. Yang wasn't surprised when she obeyed. There was no way she would deny Blake anything, even if it hurt to do it. "I'm so sorry if I made you feel like you weren't important to me. That is the last thing I would want." She gripped Yang's hand tightly with both of hers, as if she though Yang might pull away. It scared her to a point she wasn't sure she wanted to hear Blake's next words. "I have noticed. I've pulled away the past week. You're right."

Blake's mouth hung and her bottom lip started trembling. She tried two or three times to continue but couldnt seem to form the correct words. Yang tightened her own hold, wrapping her fingers more securely around Blake's smaller ones. The act seemed to strengthen Blake's resolve.

"I pulled back, not to cause you pain, but to make myself stronger."

"What do you mean?" Yang asked. "Do I make you feel weak or-"

"No!" She exclaimed. "The opposite really."

"Then…" Yang tried to make sense of Blake's words but failed. "I really don't understand."

"I… I've been relying on you lately. So I thought if I maybe put some space, just a l-" Frustrated she tried to pull away but Yang held her tight. Something told her Blake needed this connection as much as she did. "I am stronger with you, Yang. I'm more confident and more at ease whenever you're around. I sit in my room and I wait for your texts or calls and each time my phone rings or buzzes my heart skips a beat. Each time I lay eyes on you I get these…" she laughed and it was such an unexpected change in her behaviour that it jolted Yang. "It's so cliche to talk about butterflies in your stomach. It could ruin a perfectly good book for me and maybe that's because I'd never felt it before. Maybe I thought it wasn't real. But that's the easiest way to describe the feeling I get whenever you're around."

"Isn't that a good thing. Aren't those good feelings?"

"They are. But by relying on you to make me happy, or to make me feel strong or…Because I'm not as happy without you it just felt, logically to me, like I was becoming weak. I've always been independent, Yang. I've always been on my own and relied on no one but myself."

"I know." Yang smiled softly, well aware of the loneliness of Blake's past. "But you don't have to do any of this on your own anymore. If you just let me in."

"It's hard. Yang, I want to be able to fix this -to fix me- but it's easier for me to withdraw into myself. It's a habit, or self preservation or something. I don't know. It hurt to distance myself from you and I was prepared for that. But I never thought of how it would affect you and for that I'm so sorry. I can't promise I won't fall back to it again but I can promise I'll try to do better moving forward."

"That's all I can ask. I just didn't know if I'd done something wrong or if you were having second thoughts about us."

"You have been amazing and the last thing I want to do is to lose you."

"You won't." Yang leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Blake's waiting lips. "I'm going to miss you this week."

"I'll miss you too." Blake responded, connecting their lips for longer. When they pulled back both were wide grins.

"Let's head back." Interlocking their fingers Yang guided them out of the park. "You still need to pack and to get a good rest. You have to be up early tomorrow."

"Always looking out for me."

"Always." Yang responded resolutely.

When they arrived at her apartment Blake reached to unlock the door but Yang invaded her space, pressing her up against the door. She leaned in but hesitated just before their lips met. Blake growled at her teasing and tilted her head to make up the distance. What started off as sweet pecks in between shared smiles soon turned more intense. Remembering this would be the last time she'd see Blake for a week had her pressing forward to reduce the space between them. Blake moaned into her mouth as their bodies pressed closer.

The noise sobered Yang. She realized this was not the time nor the place to get into that. She left one last lingering kiss on Blake's lips before she stepped back. The sight of Blake with her eyes half closed and mouth parted, as if expecting Yang's lips to return any moment did something to Yang. Internally she struggled, relying on her confidence to strengthen her resolve.

"Give Rosco a hug for me okay? I miss the little guy."

"You'll miss me too, right?"

“More than a little. But not as much as Rosco.”

“I see where I stand in this relationship.”

Blake was still laughing as the door closed behind her. Yang glanced once more at the closed door before turning to retreat.

The only thing going through her mind was just how much she would miss Blake. And the thought of how easily she was falling for her wouldn’t leave her alone. It wouldn’t be long before she found herself head-over-heels in love with the girl., but unlike with previous relationships she found herself running towards the feeling rather than from it.

#bumbleby #my writing #inktober #day 8 #Frail #I'm only 7 days behind... oof.

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southpark-sin · 5 years

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Love & sacrifice: chapter 1

It was cold out in the Colorado mountains but Kenny mccormick was use to it, he stared up at the stars and took a long drag of his cigarette. He wished he could stay out here in the peace and quiet if time allowed but he had already been out here to long as it was. He flicked his cigarette out and ventured back inside the warm house of his best friend.

"Kenny! Kenny, guess what? Tricia said we get to spend the night!" Karen mccormick bounded up to him with a Smile of pure happiness. It broke his heart that Kenny couldnt provide a safe and loving home like his best friend could. He smiled back with what was hopefully a genuine smile.

"That's great Kare bear! Let's go see if the pizzas here." She nodded, still smiling, as she took his hand in hers and led him into the kitchen. The smell of fresh pizza overtook Kenny as they entered the kitchen. His heart skipped a beat when he caught sight of his crush and long time best friend.

Craig tucker was furiously whispering to someone over the phone as he absentmindly put down two pizza boxes on the kitchen counter. Craig's green eyes where narrowed in frustration with his signature scowl and kenny noticed to his delight that his straight raven colored hair wasn't hidden under his signature blue hat tonight. Instead, his hair was messy and unkempt with his bangs falling into his eyes, making him even more attractive. Kenny couldn't help but gawk at how hot craig was as his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. Craig's eyes met Kenny's and his scowl softened a little and he nodded at Kenny in a way of a greeting. Kenny blushed and smiled back like the helpless fool he was.

Meanwhile, Karen rolled her eyes at her brother's blatant affection for his friend and immediately started eating the pizza happily all the while talking aimlessly about what the plans her and Tricia had for that friday night. Kenny tuned her out and instead raised his eyebrows at Craig in a silent question at the phone conversation craig was having. Craig just stiffly shook his head and rolled his eyes in response. Great. Craig was in a bad mood again and Kenny suspected it had to do with a certain neurotic blonde who loved coffee.

Kenny sighed at the thought, earning a glare from Craig, and tried to push away his jealousy. Avoiding Craig's eyes, Kenny started munching on some pizza without tasting it as he mentally prepared himself for what he knew would be inevitable when Craig was in a bad mood and it involved tweak. His bad moods always involved tweek these days. Kenny hated it with a burning jealousy that threatened to boil over in forbidden words he longed to tell craig but knew he couldn't.

"Hey kare bear, why dont you take some pizza up to Tricia?" Kenny tried to give her a easy going smile despite his stomach twisting in knots. Her eyes lit up at the suggestion and she quickly hugged him, grabbed a pizza box and rushed upstairs to her friends room.

Kenny smile fell as he silently turned back to face Craig, waiting. He knew Craig would talk when he was ready and any prodding from Kenny would only make him shut down and pout. Craig was someone who didnt like to talk about his feelings with anyone until he was good and ready to talk. Kenny suspected that this trait in craig was one of the reasons that craig and tweek seemed to fight so much these days. One of the many reasons they seemed to fight so much.

Craig scowled at him, whispered a rushed goodbye to the other person on the phone and hung up. Craig picked up the other pizza box and stalked to his room without another word. Kenny rolled his eyes and followed. Sometimes Craig was SUCH a drama queen.

Up in Craig's room, Kenny settled on his bed and silently started eating some pizza while the other boy stood pacing around his room, still scowling. He could tell craig was bursting to say somthing but it was obvious he didnt know what to say. After a few minutes of tense silence Kenny began to wonder if Craig was ever going to say somthing. Most of the time craig would talk to Kenny about his feelings and they would work through it together. in rare occasions, however, craig would get so emotional and caught up in his feelings that he wouldn't say anything at all and end up in a bad mood that could last weeks. In those rare occasions was when tweek and craig would fight the most and it left Kenny desperately trying to get through to craig and fix things because that was just what Kenny did. Craig was Kenny's best friend and he would do anything for craig, even it killed him inside.

Without warning, Craig suddenly spun on his heel to face Kenny, fire burning in his eyes.

"He's just so fucking jealous! I keep telling him that I love him and that me having other guy friends isn't a big deal and that I see him every goddam day and we spend so much time together! what more does he fucking want from me?" His face was turning red from the shouting but Kenny knew he wasn't done yet. Far from it.

"He gets so suspicious of everything and I always try to fucking calm him down but it seems so useless to try when he freaks out about every goddam thing! We cant have a moment of peace or go on a fucking date anymore without him freaking out about somthing! I'm so fucking tired if his bullshit!"

"Craig, you know tweek has high anxiety..."

"Your just making excuses for him, ken!" Kenny flinched at the sudden outburst directed at him.

"Look, I'm sorry its just....we've been dating for YEARS, I know this is going to sound selfish but...we should be past this by now! It shouldn't be so dam hard to BE together! It's like he doesn't fucking trust me!"

"Theres no 'should be past' anything in a relationship,

Theres going to always be new challenges presented and you just have to work them out, together. You need to communicate better with...tweek.

I know hes a little high strung and high maintenance but I also know he loves you unconditionally. Sure he gets a little jealous, but that just means he cares about you so much. You guys need to be better at communicating how you feel." Craig just sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"I fucking know but it's so hard. Tweek makes a big deal about everything so when I tell him to give me some time to figure out how to tell him about how I'm feeling, he just gets even more upset and pouts or starts a whole new argument! It's like he doesn't trust me! Why cant he understood that it's hard for me to Express my feelings like you do, ken?" Kenny blushed deeply and looked down at lap, unsure about what to say. Kenny had never seen craig so upset before. Craig didnt seem to notice Kenny's uncomfortable reaction to what he said, or if he did, he didnt say anything.

"Look ken, its just....we've been fighting so much lately and we barely hang out anymore. Everytime we do hang out, it always turns into another argument." Craig looked at his feet unhappily. Kenny's heart broke at the raw emotion on his face. He looked so unhappy and so dam vulnerable.

"Craig, you and...tweek need to have a serious conversation about everything that's going on and be honest about how you both are feeling. Remember, it's you and tweek against the problem NOT you against tweek." Kenny chuckled uncomfortably. Dispite how much he helped craig it never before felt this serious before. It felt like kenny was walking a very fine line and he didnt want to say the wrong thing and jeopardize his friendship with craig whom he treasured more then anything.

"Ken....wh-what if it never gets better, even if we try and talk it out?" Kenny immediately tensed. This was serious. Craig NEVER talked about breaking up with tweek and it made kenny uncomfortable and his stomach do somersaults.

"What do you mean craig?" He didnt mean for his voice to sound so cautious but he was struggling between his feelings for craig and his friendship for craig. Kenny did NOT want to say the wrong thing and ruin his best friends relationship. Craig looked up and locked eyes with Kenny.

"I mean...what if, hypothetically, me and tweek...just arnt working out? What if...me and tweek break up?" Kenny couldnt breathe with the intense way craig was staring at him, searching Kenny's face for something, EXPECTING somthing from him.

Craig's eyes where so intense and so beautiful Kenny felt like he was soaring. Fuck! How could Kenny be thinking about craig like that when he was so vulnerable and asking about relationship advice? It was disgusting.

"I...i.."I would kiss you and ask you out. The words kenny desperately wanted to speak but was unable. His hesitation seemed to snapped craig out of the intense staredown. Some emotion Kenny couldn't place flashed in Craig's eyes but was gone in a second. Did kenny just imagine it? Craig's eyes softened as he looked down to the floor again.

"Its nothing...I'm probably just overreacting again." He mumbled. No! Kenny wanted to scream. He felt like he had missed something important, something craig had been trying to tell him.

"Craig..." but no words came. Kenny's heart thundered in his chest while he desperately tried to salvage the situation. What did he miss? What the hell was craig trying to tell him earlier? He knew it was to late to say anything when craig sighed deeply.

"Dont worry about it Kenny, I know I always dump my problems on you but really, I'm fine. I'll...see tweek tomorrow and...we'll figure it out, just like you suggested." Craig's fake smile broke Kenny's heart even more. He wanted to punch something and scream at the top of his lungs. This was all his fault! He didnt know what he did but he knew he had fucked up and now craig seemed even worse then before. Kenny could handle angry, shouting craig but he had never before seen sad, distraught, fake-smile craig.

"Yeah craig, that's probably for the best. I know you two can work this out." Because isn't that what Kenny wanted? He wanted his best friend happy and nothing made craig happier then dating his long term boyfriend, tweek. Besides, that look craig had given him was probably nothing, craig had probably wanted relationship advice and Kenny had hesitated! No wonder craig seemed so distraught. He came to Kenny for advice and kenny had been thinking about how much he wanted craig. He was a terrible friend.

Besides, kenny told himself bitterly, even if craig and tweek broke up, it's not like craig would ever date Kenny. There was no way in hell craig would ever like the poorest boy in town with the worst reputation.

"Thank you ken."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For being my best friend and always helping me." It was Craig's honest and open smile that was the final bullet that killed Kenny that night. Craig had no business giving him a pure smile like that when keeny was the absolute worst friend in the world.

But kenny smiled dispite his internal turmoil.

"You know I always have your back craig." God he was so pathetic. it seemed to do the trick, however and lighten the tense mood enough for craig to smile again.

"Now, let's play some video games and eat some pizza!" Craig cheered and the other boy agreed.

Kenny couldnt shake this feeling of unease and dread as the rest of the night went smoothly while the two boys played video games and hung out late into the night.

#creek #crenny #south park #craig x kenny #craig x tweek #angst #kenny mccormick #craig tucker

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bubblemagician · 5 years

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Merry Thneedmas Mads!

Eyy, I wrote this as my gift to @traveling-madness, I hope it isn't TOO out of character, I definitely took some liberties because I couldn't ask you or else the surprise would be ruined. That being said, I really hope you enjoy this despite it being extremely sad and depressing, but it was a very inspiring part of Clara's story and I'm happy I could get a chance to write her!

“Any progress on the Leandres case, Roberto? Anything- anything at all?” The redhead spoke with an urgency that was borderline manic.

“I’m sorry Clara, I’m following all the leads But-”

“You’re not trying hard enough! Don’t you understand, ABBY HAS BEEN MISSING FOR TWO WEEKS NOW!?”

Roberto winced at her voice and immediately Clara felt awful. She knew her fellow officers were trying their hardest to find Abby, it wasn’t fair to take out the stress of losing her best friend on them. Especially not in the middle of the late shift at the police station.

“I’m sorry…” She swallowed “I’m sorry, Roberto”

“It’s okay, Clara. I know this is hard on you. We’ll find her, okay?” Roberto gave Clara an encouraging nod “We’ll definitely-”

“Esther.” A voice commanded interrupting the two officers. Clara’s fists clenched hearing the Chief’s voice, she did NOT have the capacity to deal with him right now.

“Yes, Chief?” She answered througH gritted teeth.

“What’s the commotion here?” He leered at her. Roberto quickly stood from his desk.

“It’s nothing Chief Ruben! Officer Esther was just-” the man injected, trying to dissuade the much older man from Clara

“I didn’t ask for you to speak, Diaz. Get back to work. Esther, in my office now.”

Roberto gave Clara a hopeless look but Clara shook her head. It was ok, she’d get this over with and then continue to investigate what she could on Abby’s case. Sullenly she followed the crooked cop into his office.

“You’re distraught, Esther.” The chief took a seat at his desk and stared at her with a piercing look. Clara knew there was no sympathy in that gaze, only dishonorable intent.

“I’m fine” she answered automatically, folding her arms over her stomach.

“You’ve been acting up since the Leandres kidnapping.” He retorted “Don’t think I haven��t noticed an even sharper decline in your work, Clara”

Her skin crawled at the way he said her name, but she persevered “Nothing has affected my cases, SIR.”

In fact she had been flying through her paperwork so she could spend all her remaining time and resources to find Abby. Walter Ruben was BS-ing as usual, trying to put her down and degrade her.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’d better get back to my in tray-” she turned to leave

“Clara.” He said again in his sleazy tone “I’m watching you��

The officer clenched her fists “Yes, Chief.” And she left as quickly as she could to get away from the creep who was unfortunately her boss.

RRRRINGGG

Clara bolted up from bed at the sound of her phone. She blinked in the dark (it had to be past midnight) and reached for the device “Hello?”

“Clara? It’s Roberto.”

Immediately the cop Sat straight up in her bed, clutching the phone to her ear. “Any news??”

“Maybe? It’s just speculation at this point, technically I shouldn’t even be telling anyone-”

“What did you find, Diaz?” Clara’s heart was beating erratic, hoping, PRAYING for something- anything to find Abby.

“There was a kidnapping from the local elementary school and…”

Clara got up and paced around to keep herself from trembling “Go on”

“Well the witnesses say the man had a woman in the back of his car- fitting the description of Abigail Leandres”

Clara dropped to her knees, holding back a sob. Finally after combing through every lead she had gotten some sign that Abby WAS alive.

But she must have been in terrible danger.

“I need to find her” dropped out of her mouth as she pulled on a coat.

“Clara, you can’t! We’re working on it, don’t get involved, Chief is already hard on you, don’t give him another reason-”

“Send me the coordinates of the perimeter you’re investigating.” Was all she said before she hung up.

The cop made her way down the road in her police cruiser, alarms silent and lights off. She was technically off duty, if Rueben caught her using precinct gear off the clock she’d be in a world of trouble. She could usually weasel her way out of these kind of situations but the damn chief just had it out for her.

Besides, finding her best friend was the most important thing right now.

She felt an ache in her heart, remembering her entire childhood with Abby right there by her side. Always supportive, always caring, always there with a loaf of garlic bread when Clara was feeling down.

How the heck a cops best friend was kidnapped right under Clara’s nose made her stomach churn with anger at herself.

She HAD to get Abby back.

The cop scanned the dark homes, most lights were out, the occasional dog barked. But it was otherwise silent in this neighborhood. No signs of the missing child, and definitely no sign of Abby.

Wait what was that?

Clara perked her ears as she heard a thud, followed by a shrill cry. A child’s cry.

There was no way any kid would be awake at this hour. Clara jumped out the car, not even bothering to take out the keys as she crept up to the run down house ahead of her.

As she approached, she could hear the faint sounds of sobbing. Following the noise she saw the tiny grilled opening of the basement, mostly dark, but she could sense people in there.

Straining her ears to listen she crept towards the small gap. Yes, a child was crying and a voice snarled.

“Shut up!” Male, mid 40s possibly, definitely angry. “You had better keep quiet or I’ll cut that tongue straight out of your mouth!”

A door slammed and the kids voice quieted.

Clara felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and fury seep throughout her. She was about to March up to the house and kick the crap out oc whoever was abusing this child when suddenly she paused.

“Shh…it’ll be OK.” A soft voice tried to comfort the child “Someone will come rescue us…”

Abby.

Clara’s vision blurred, and in a moment she was up on her feet, at the front door. Kicking it with strength she wasn’t aware she had, she entered the decrepit household.

“What the-” the voice from earlier was a filthy looking middle aged man, standing in front of a basement door, holding a roll of duct tape and glaring at the cop.

“This is the Police” Clara felt the words tumble out her mouth as she unholstered her gun and pointed it at the man’s face “Put your hands up”

The criminal looked daggers at Clara and promptly ran down the basement steps. Clara screeched and shot at his retreating back but the bullets missed as he made his way down. Clara raced after him.

“Stop! There’s no where for you to run!” Clara screamed out.

“Clara!?” Abby’s voice called out in surprise.

“HELP! HELP US PLEASE!” The child must have screamed with everything in its lungs.

“Shut up!” The man hissed and Clara’s heart stopped as the sickening sound of a rifle echoed and her fears were confirmed as she came across the freshly bloodied corpse of the small child laying at the bottom of the basement.

Clara looked up from the scene. The man was holding the rifle against Abby’s ribs, but his eyes were fixed on Clara.

“Let me go, or this one’s next” He growled at the officer.

“Don’t- don’t let him, Clara!” Abby pleaded, eyes looking desperately at her best friend.

The crook cocked his still smoking weapon, pushing it into Abby. Abby gave a whimper and shook her head at Clara.

Clara’s heart was thundering like a stallion. She stepped closer as adrenaline rushed throughout her veins. If only she’d gotten here half a second sooner.

“Alright!” Clara lowered her arm “Alright, I won’t hurt you, I won’t shoot. Just please… Please let her go”

Despite wanting to fight, in a hostage situation, she had to relent. And Abby’s safety was more important than getting justice for the deceased child at her feet.

The man wickedly stepped aside the cop, dragging Abby with him towards the staircase.

Having a clear path up the stairs, he finally shoved the frightened woman towards Clara.

“Abby!” Clara grabbed her in her arms. Abby’s clothes were ripped and covered in blood and dirt but the red head had never been more relieved to see her. “Abby! I’m-” a sob escaped her throat as she cried “Abby I’m so sorry I couldn’t find you”

Abigail clung to Clara, crying profusely as she tried to comfort her “You’re here now” she sobbed “You’re-”

The sound of Abby’s soothing voice immediately silenced as the CRACK of a bullet shattered through the air.

“Abby!? ABBY!” Clara screamed as Abby’s eyes widened in shock and pain as a bloom of fresh blood started to grow over her heart, soaking her shirt and Clara’s uniform in red.

The murderer stood at the basement stairs, grinning maniacally as Abby expired in Clara’s arms, eyes once so bright and full of life fading into a stony cold emptiness.

“Abby…” Clara’s voice broke “Abby please…”

But it was too late. She was gone.

Clara couldnt move. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe as everything around her seemed to close in, seemed to suffocate her as she slowly lost feeling in her body, sinking to the ground with what remained of her best friend for over twenty years.

Abby. Abby. Abby.

The image of her empty eyes was burned into Clara’s mind. She sat there for what seemed like hours.

But it was only a second. The sound of the murderer’s footsteps running up the stairs amplified in Clara’s ears.

HE killed her.

A gear switched within the cop and she was on her feet, racing after the killer. The pig, the damned murderer who took away ABBY.

Gun in hand, Clara was after him as he went out the house straight towards her cruiser.

“Stop! STOP!” She cried in an unearthly scream at the man. But he had no intention of being arrested. Jumping into the car, he turned on the ignition.

The sound of glass breaking into a trillion pieces followed the echo of the police bullet finding it’s way between the man’s eyes.

Clara stood on the driveway, glass shards ripping her bloodied uniform as the police glock smoked in her hands. The criminal was slumped over the steering wheel of her car, bleeding a puddle onto the dashboard.

Clara heard screams and gasps as the neighborhood seemed to wake up. Murmurs and voices, curious, frightened, aghast.

But the cop was frozen in place.

Sirens bared loudly as the police approached, but Clara was a world away.

“Clara…” Roberto’s voice reached her, but just barely. The younger cop had to pull her into an ambulance so the paramedics could look her over. But despite all the people surrounding her, Clara was numb.

Abby was lost forever. And she, Clara.

She’d Killed.

“It’s okay, Clara…” Roberto’s voice sounded “You tried your best, you stopped the murderer… He can never hurt anyone again… You’re a hero…”

Clara hardly listened as she saw medics wheel away the body of the child, the body of the crook. The body of her best friend.

If she was a hero… This certainly didn’t feel like a heroic win.

#Thneedmas #madness #I'm.so sorry this was super sad #and I'm sorry for getting it out late #I loved writing this though Clara is great

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ssereneness · 4 years

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The day was ending as no other talking to this senior guy as a freshman i was giddy. I was signed in aol and just another day like any other talkin to my people while i could. I heard the car pull in like clockwork it was 6:30 my stomach almost rumbled i could almost smell dinner gettin started. They didn't come up yet. Then what seemed like forever my mother comes in. Looking distraught in a way ive never seen her almost foreign. All she says is "dont listen to your father hes crazy ". Like a storm he comes raging in a way ive never seen my father. Like posiedon controling a tsunami. He destroys everything. Our tree that we worked so hard on, our lights thats we spent our time putting up, my mothers doll collection she holds so close to her heart. One. By. One. The computer i was just sitting at, every single thing he could get his hands on. I watched like a horror movie i couldnt turn off or turn away from. I hear my mother scream " please jose not infront of your daughters" "i dont give a fuck!" I was frozen with mixtures of fear and anger. Confusion and wanting to understand. I look in a direction i hadnt before and i see my innocent little nephew looking more scared than me and my sister who looks as frozen as i feel. A feeling ignited like a lighter and i grabbed my nephews, mother and sister and went into the room. Ignoring the crash and boom ringing in my ears as our house was being destroyed. Once i reached my room like a movie i pushed my bed infront of the door after i locked it and pushed everything infront of it and tried to calm my babies. They were so scared all i could whisper is that its okay. With everything rushing in my mind i felt my cheeks were wet worried now there might be a leak only to catch my reflection and see i too have been crying. My mask i thought was strong and holding on, came crashing down. I felt my body try to give in to this feeling but i had to be strong. As i looked over to my mother i knew i had to be the strong one here. Just then the storm was at my door. Boom. Boom. Boom. "Let me in, ill fucking kill you" he screams. Hes met with silence from me and screams from my nephews. This is the aftershock of the storm i pray so hard he just goes. He breaks through the door made his way in and yells at my mother "i want a divorce" and the storm is gone jus like that. Like it was never there but the evidence is there in everything it took with it. I almost gave in to the numbness but like a person in charge the job wasnt done until everyone was safe. I called my older sister and told her she needed to come home and everything that happened. I tried to keep back the sobs. Poorly probably. Good she was on her way. As we tried to pick up the pieces my mother looked hollow. I couldnt feel her there anymore as she looked at everything she loved destroyed and he took yet another thing. My other family got there and i hadnt even noticed everything coming and going in pieces. I just want to feel the softness of a pillow and the day like it never happened. As i turned my back i hear commotion in my moms room she locked herself in the closet they have pills they say. No mom please i pray. They get the door open and knock the pills out and she falls to the floor. They surround my mother and i cant get to her i pray harder and harder hoping he hears me right now i need him. I grab the phone dial 911 and im paralyzed with fear and i dont know how to explain whats goin on. "My mom might be dying" is all i manage. My sister grabs the fone and takes charge and the rest of the night is a blur after she is taken away. I dont know if the house was picked up, i dont know if everyone went home. I heard voices talking at me but i felt like i was in a episode of Charlie Brown i dont know what they were saying. All i know is i finally felt the softness of the pillow as the sandman grabbed on. Heres to christmas break.

#poem #writing #christmas break #caught in the middle #momanddad

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Meeting The Bat

You finally find out about Bruce’s alter-ego

Masterlist

warnings: swearing ,a tiny bit of angst?

a/n so no smut today unfortunately however there is a sub Bruce smut on the way and maybe another Quarantine one with Superman role-play? or just another Superman one I don’t know not to sure one that yet any way this is my latest Bruce Wayne hope you enjoy it xx

Taglist @125bluemachine125

Meeting The Bat

Being with Bruce was a dream, honestly he was the best boyfriend you could ask for however there was something that was beginning to bother you. He was protective. Well not just him even his sons were protective of you, in a sense it was sweet? he wanted to know where you'd be at all times what time you'd be back and never felt truly comfortable unless you was staying at the manor. He wasn't to pleased when you and jack made the move back to your apartment after the press had all settled down used to you both being a couple, luckily superman had popped up in Gotham taking the spotlight away from you both which you was grateful for and would probably kiss the man for it if you ever met him. Bruce insisted that you should stay with him a few more days which you knew would become weeks and then months.

You'd declined stating you were going home it was too early to move in permanently plus you were still paying rent and was still under lease. You all but ripped his head off when he offered to pay your rent for you, you will not become financially Dependent on Bruce no matter how much he'd enjoy it, which was your latest discovery he loved taking care of you in every sense, he had stolen the phone from you when you was having a problem with your energy company who had been over charging you and was refusing to pay back anything... needless to say your cheque had arrived three days ago and he had taken all of your bills off of you and made sure you was on the best deal, you suspected he actually gave them to Alfred to sort out but there was no arguing with him, his excuse was that it was his job to look after you in the end it was easier to just let him get on with it. Tho this latest overprotective bullshit was a curfew Bruce had decided that if he let you go home it was on the condition that you had a curfew... A FUCKING CURFEW!! he said it was for your own good. You didn't live in the best part of Gotham but there was many worse places, it had really got to you in all honesty more so because it had caused your first real argument. He was adamant that you shouldn't leave your home after dark that anything could happen and he couldn't loose you, for you it was the principle that just because you were together didn't mean you had to obey him....

That wasn't even in wedding vows any more for christ sake. You felt a little bad afterwards when Bruce through his hands up stalking off into the manor claiming he needed a drink, Alfred had saved the day managing to explain where all the anger came from he had lost everything once before and didn't want it to happen again Bruce was frightened of loosing you, not only that but you could be a target now that people knew who you was. You forget what he has been through, he had first hand knowledge of how quickly life could change his greatest fear is loosing what he loves. Safe to say you felt like a bitch for screaming back at him but you crept up to his study finding him distraught head in his hands you'd pulled him close kissing his head promising that you wasnt going any wear and you'd agreed to his request not to leave the house after dark and if you did you would tell him exactly where you would be and check in with him aswell as let him know when youd be home.

That was the first night you could honestly say you'd made love and not just had sex, it was slow and full of feeling he had admitted that he half expected you to leave him which you'd laughed off quickly afterwards you both felt stronger you know had a true understanding of just how much you meant to each other.

Tonight was one of those nights, you was invited out to dinner a celebration for Tom and his girlfriend now fiance's engagement. Bruce had been invited but was busy... tho your not sure what with considering it was booked for 8.30pm but you just let it go, it was a small casual dinner for people at the cafe, well it had been intended to be a small and casual dinner but Bruce insisted that they should celebrate properly and had offered up one of his swanky places for the event free of charge,he was adamant that it was also an apology for not being able to make it.

Tom and Lilly never thought they'd get a chance to eat there so had agreed. so here you was in a fancy restaurant toasting the couple with some imported champagne that Bruce had ordered in for the event that tasted like some strange weak grape piss. You grimaced and bared with it for the toasts then placed it down before quickly swigging your Lambrusco red swishing it a little to get rid of the taste. The dinner was going well everyone was happily enjoying the open bar awing over Lilly's new ring that was stunning and excitedly chatting about wedding ideas.

As the night winded down everyone was ready to leave. As you gathered your things you got a bad feeling, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something just wasn't right, then before anyone could make a move Five men stormed into the main seating area covered in military grade black armor faces covered with plastic looking masks and goggles waving guns around threatening you all to get to the floor which you all did people screamed as the man kept screaming orders kicking and shoving, two of them began walking the tables taking jewelry and snatching wallets that people held out trying to apease them. You looked across at Lilly who was twisting her ring panicked.

"Lilly now!" you held out a hand she hesitated until you snapped your fingers at her, she handed it to you and you quickly stuffed it down your dress hiding it in your spanxs bodysuit she looked at you thankfully as you did realizing that you was going to try and conceal it for her.

"Psst Lilly give me that!" she looked at you wide eyed shaking her head you groaned as her whispering again

"Well well who have we got here? looks like we have a bit of luck tonight boys" you cringed as you was dragged to stand in front of him. Your heart was erratic trying to jump out of your chest you took shakey breathes trying to calm down you felt like you were going to have a heart attack with how fast it was.

"Well fuck me it is! oi! leave the rest we got all we need here" the man who had ahold of you said you assumed was the leader as he was the one who had been barking orders since he came in, one of the men who was collecting replied confused

"What do you mean? Who is this bitch?"

"You mean who's is this bitch? Its Wayne's bunny boiler. How much you think she charges for a round" he said cupping your ass pulling you towards him you dug your heel into his foot and spat in his face then head butted him for good measure, he jumped back holding his nose sniffling you used the chance to try and run being grabbed from behind by the other male the leader growled straightening and backhanded you snapping your face to the side.

"You said she was wayne's!!! nothing to do with HIM!!"

"I wonder just how much he'd pay to have you back?" you cried out hissing as he cupped your jaw as it throbbed squeezing feeling the sting of your now split lip you moved making to strike him again, he grunted dodging then pulled back hitting you with the butt of his gun you screamed nearly collapsing vision going fuzzy at how hard you'd been hit, your captor let go only for you to be held up with a fist in your hair by the leader in front of you, you grabbed his hand clawing at it trying to get him off, they used your daze to escape dragging you from the restaurant, keeping everyone else at bay with guns aiming at them as they made it through the doors.you tired digging your heals in trying to stop them from taking you so easily but your feet dragged as more hands grabbed and tugged you trying to bundle you into the back of an all black suv.

You kicked screaming lashing out and twisting the one by your head got fed up grunting he spun around holding you in a choke hold and heaved you backwards into the car you screamed again louder then you ever had before you looked up crying out. You was silenced with one swift punch in the side of your head again knocking you out. You came to as you felt yourself being jerked around you groaned as the car you was in swerved violently to the right making you thump your head on the inside of the door,you hissed and groaned trying to blink away your confusion your head throbbed, everything was too much you couldnt make sense of where you was or what was going on, you bent to the side hanging your head off of the seat to the foot well heaving you felt like you was going to be sick. The men were shouting at one another panicked screaming filled the car as they was pointing the blame to one another.

"SHE IS WAYNE’S! FUCK SAKE JUST KEEP DRIVING, HE'S RIGHT BEHIND US GOGOGO!!" you cringed as the shouting continued hurting your head, so was the passing lights out side of the car, you closed your eyes trying to block out the noise snapping them open as you went sliding across the seat again as the car skidded around another corner, you covered your mouth trying to stop the bile from escaping as your stomach lurched again.

"Well he isn't shooting so maybe we can use her as a hostage" you hissed as your head moved to fast, trying to block out the shouting men who had forgotten you was there

"NO! if he sees her he will find a way to grab her.... this is the bat were talking about not some fucking cop!"

'bat? what are they talking about?' you thought still not thinking straight holding your head trying to stop it moving you noticed it was wet you pulled your hand back seeing blood had matted in your hair you panicked looking around seeing everyone hysterical. Then you moved slow looking out of the back window. you frowned

'what the fuck?' you winced as the car took another turn quickly gripping the back of the seat to stay still watching as the batmobile followed effortlessly. Then you heard it a loud crack in from above, everyone held their breath for a second.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? WHO IS THIS BITCH? GO FASTER! GO! GO! GO!" one screamed rocking forward willing the car to go faster as the driver floored it pushing the car faster.

"How does she know these guys?" another cried crawling across the seats in the car looking desperately threw the windows trying to locate who you assumed was superman considering there was only one man in the sky

"WE CANT OUT RUN HIM NO FUCKING WAY! DUMP HER!!"

"NO SHES OUR PAY DAY!""BOSS? WHAT DO WE DO?"

"...we have no choice.. DUMP HER SHE WILL GO UNDER THE BAT, SUPERMAN WILL INTERVENE WE COULD MAKE A RUN FOR IT!, OI TAKE THAT ALLEY THERE CHUCK HER OUT AIM FOR THE BATMOBILE!!" you panicked as the car turned again a small alley that the batmobile would just squeeze through.

"NO BOSS SHES OUR ONLY GUARANTEE WERE NOT GONNA BE SHOT AT!" you screamed loud as one of the men grabbed you pushing you against the door fiddling for the handle.

"NO NO PLEASE DON'T!" you screamed trying to fight against him.

"fuck this shes not worth it , drop the dead weight" the panicking man quickly lent over you opening the door

"NONONO SHES THE ONLY REASON HE'S NOT SHOOTING!!" it was to late you felt the door give behind you and he pushed you out quickly you screamed as you fell from the car as it raced down the alley you grunted striking the tarmac winded as your back took the impact hard tearing the skin then bounced ragdolling over the concrete the last thing you remember was seeing glimpses of the stars and the screech of tires as the batmobile came hurtling towards you crying out and closing your eyes a loud crash was herd before nothing...

When you came to you groaned you was being held firm against a chest hushed voices spoke the first was behind you, you coud tell as they spoke it vibrated through you.

"Did you get them?"

"Yes they are at Gotham station... they wasn't targeting her specifically it was a last minute decision" you frowned a little recgonizing the voices

"Thank you, for coming if you hadn't then I'd have" the voice trailed off you felt the person behind you shake.

"Don't... don't do that to yourself, shes here and she'll live I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner"

"Is she ok?"

"Yes hearts a little fast but it always is....Get it checked out apart from that cuts and bruises mostly nothing broken but her ribs are cracked on the back, she's lucky she tucked her arms in and rolled, at that type of speed she could have done some real damage....Any way I'm needed elsewhere let me know how she gets on, call me if you need me I mean it Bruce"

'Bruce wha Where was Bruce?' your thoughts were interrupted as they continued talking

"I will thank you again I mean it.... I owe you" there was a small gust then you winced feeling something dabb against your head you hissed trying to move away from the stinging

"No no stay still I’m not finished yet" you felt a small stinging tug on your head wound

"They will hold now and I will check them each day" your eyes tried to flutter open when you heard a hum of acknowledgment from the person you was sitting on, opening your eyes slowly you looked straight at someone you thought you'd never see again.

"Al-Alfred?" you tried looking round then hissed as you moved your head bringing your hands up to it.

"I’m gonna be sick-" quickly a small metal Bin was pulled up from behind you and held under your head as you heaved into it you cried out moaning as the action pulled on your back, you felt the person you were sitting on slowly ruffle your hair at the base of your skull, you moaned resting your head on the bin closing your eyes.

"Miss Cooke? Y/n are you okay? is it just your head and back thats sore? nowhere else?" you looked down noticing you was in a mans tshirt and sweat pants then looked up slowly

"I- yeah what happened where are we? Who changed me?" you said looking around squinting at the bright lights that seemed to reflect of off what seemed like miles of glass. Alfred sighed packing up

"You don't remember? what was the last thing you remember?" you man behind you held his breath

"Concrete... and headlights a car? but-no it- bat-they were screaming about Batman" you closed your eye trying to remeber what had happened

"I don't- they argued and decided to throw me under the Batmobile.... that must have been the headlights,how? wh-whats going on?! I should be dead!" you panicked a little unsure of what had happened, Alfred took the Bin from your lap setting it on the floor and crouch in front of you holding your hands

"Shh its okay now your safe, everything's going to be fine I promise" he rubbed your hand a little then nodded over you before standing up taking the bin with him.

"I will give you two a minute" he said before making his way through a glass door and up some stairs. you frowned turning slowly trying not to hurt your aching head.

"Bruce? oh god!" you quickly latched onto him, he hugged you back tight tucking your head in his chest breathing you in kissing your head as you let go sobbing into him shaking as each sob wracked your body the anxiety and stress catching up to you, he moved you to straddle his thighs rocking with you slowly trying to calm you down.

"Shh its okay sweets, I've got you ,Ive got you babe your okay shh...Your okay love, I love you" he held you tight almost crushing you to his chest you hissed as he put a little to much pressure on your wounds pressing your head into the hard plastic shirt? you pulled back looking at him then focused your eyes on his chest. your eyes widened. No it couldn't, He couldn't be.

"what? what is-Bruce?" you questioned sniffling wiping the tears away to see clearer running your fingers across your lovers chest staring at the bat spread across it, your eyes searched his for answers. He looked guilty you hand kept running over the suits chest tracing and retracing the symbol, trying to let it sink in

"Y-you? Your batman?Bruce?" he nodded slightly casting a glance to his mask that was placed on the table beside you both your hand stopped moving as you saw the mask.

"Thats-this is why you disappear from bed at night? why you were so worried about me being out at night? and the reason you couldn't come to the dinner tonight? Because your out-" you waved a hand around

"Patrolling..yes" you took a deep breath cupping his face running your thumb across his jaw, he moved nuzzling into your hand just happy that you was alive here with him, part of him was worried that you would walk away being a billionaire was one thing but this might be your limit.

"Okay then" he gaped at you

"What?"

"It's okay Your batman that's okay we can work with this, what did you expect me to do?"

"Your not going to scream at me for lying,or tell me to stop...leave me?!" you looked at hims confused unable to tell if he was angry or worried. you shook your head at him.

"No, I can understand why you wouldn't have told me and I wont ask you to stop you save people I could never ask you to stop doing that, I wont leave you. I love you Bruce and this is a part of you, will I be worried when you leave at night? sure but its nothing I cant handle. I'm not going anywhere" he smiled bright going to hug you again

"ah! Babe-no that's hard and I ache" he stopped as you motioned to the suit standing up placing you on your feet you watched him curious then slowly reached out touching his cape letting your fingers glide across it a little then quickly pulled back blushing when he chuckled at you.

"What sweets?" you shrugged mouth going dry when you really looked at him and realized that he seemed much bigger and intimidating in his suit you flushed a little he cocked an eyebrow at you tilting his head.

"Nothing" you said slowly picking up his mask from the table running your fingers across it.

"No come on I haven't seen you go like this since you saw me in a tux"

"...I think I just started my list is all" you said letting your fingers skim his abdomen again he through his head back laughing then took his mask from you he took a step forward his voice deepening

"oh you like my suit do you? well i will definatly remember that" he said leaning down kissing you deep holding the back of your neck tilting your head a little to gain better access he quickly spun pressing you against the table beside you both you wince pulling away holding onto him with one hand the other going to your head.

"Shit I forgot are you okay?" you sighed

"Yes just a little fuzzy...dizzy and it hurts" he sighed calling for Alfred who seemed to pop up out of thin air

"Yes sir"

"Can you take her upstairs and help her head she needs some painkillers I will be up shortly" the butler nodded escorting you out of the bat cave once in the house he sat you on the sofa in front of a large TV showing the news he left for the kitchen.

"where are we Alfred?" he quickly got a glass of water and painkillers coming back toward you watching you look around the room glass on three sides with a room slap bang in the middle everything centered around it.

"This is one of Bruce's houses the glass lake house, not that you can see in now its to late. He thought we should bring you here instead of the main manor in case you didn't react well to his nightly ventures shall we say? I assume by the fact that you almost found your self ravaged in the cave that there isn't any problems between the two of you?" you blushed a little taking the pills he offered you.

"No Alfred there isn't I understand why he wouldn't have told me... and I suppose the boys are well you know?"Alfred's eyes widened not prepared for that before clearing his throat he nodded, there was no point in lying to you now he couldn't insult you like that.

"I'm proud of him even more now if that's possible.... besides a little secret between us I always though batman was hot" you giggled a little he chuckled sitting beside you

"Yes well lets not let him here that, we wouldn't want his head to get any bigger than it already is"

"Yes he wouldn't get his mask to fit" you leaned back into the seat a little you frowned as grainy footage was being played

"I-is that- Alfred is that what happened? is that me?" he looked at the screen seeing the nights events.

"Yes I’m afraid so, you was lucky Bruce called Superman to help he would have never forgiven himself if he had hit you" you watched as the footage was slowed down seeing you rolling from the car as the Batmobile skidded and swerved a little as it tried to stop then faster then you could blink superman was just there in front of you stopping the Batmobile in its tracks looking at you he nodding saying something to the Batmobile then shot off again as Bruce climbed out cradling you to him placing you in the back before taking off again. You heaved a sigh looking at Bruce who had just entered catching the last few seconds on the TV as the reporter then started explaining that the criminal's had been delivered to the police station by superman and no one knew who the victim was or where she had been taken.

"So that he was the other person." both males looked at you

"Downstairs I heard two voices, I suppose it was Superman?" Bruce nodded

"He saved your life, he also said your ribs are cracked and your heart was fast other then that no serious injuries" you nodded hoping the others were okay.

"Shit! Ring! who changed me? where is it? a ring there was a ring in my spanx?!" Alfred smile pulling it out of his breast pocket

"Would this be it?" you relaxed

"Yes, Its Lilly's engagement ring they were stealing jewelry so I hid it for her" Bruce sat down beside you one arm across the back of the sofa leaning close against you.

"You stuffed it in your spanx?" he asked with a laugh you blushed

"Well I didn't have pockets?! most dresses don't have any! I mean where else was I meant to put up my ass?!" you said defending yourself shaking your head.

"Men!"

"You can text tom on my phone here" he said giving it you, you quickly typed in a message reading it out to Bruce so he knew your cover story, that batman had recognized you and took you to Wayne manor on your request and that you was okay minor scraps and bruises but would take a few days off and also that you still had the ring. Bruce nodded pulling you to lean on him just needing to touch you after being so close to loosening you it got him thinking again

"Sweets?"

"Yeah?"

"Move in with me" you leaned back from him a little placing a hand on his leg

"What?" he faced you

"I'm serious, I want you and Jack to move in with me theres nowhere safer, you know now and you haven't walked away. Your the only one for me and I don't see the point of us living apart anymore, eventually your going to move in so why wait? I love you one day I'm gonna marry you but for now move in." you gaped at him shocked at the sincerity in his voice your face softened you rubbed along his leg, It did make sense now that you knew who he was, that must have counted for something you felt your heart swell as he mentioned marriage but you wont let yourself get to excited yet but you would give this a go, you practically live there anyway.

"Fine I see your point, but I will help around the place and i want to help towards the bills" he leaned down kissing you softly

"Great you can move in this weekend Alfred do you still have the movers number?

""Yes sir i will call them tomorrow morning - well later today for you" Bruce smile thanking him

"Bruce didn't you hear me I want to help with the bills" he ignored you

"I'm sorry what? No I just heard you say you'll move in nothing after that." he winked you sighed

"I said I’m helping!"

"Alfred did you hear that? I swore I heard something but I'm not quite sure?"

"Could have been the wind sir"

"ALFRED?! not you to?" he smirked at Bruce who laughed loud

"Hey you can have one of the studies, making into your own private little reading room or art studio"

"The one on the west wing would do sir it has good light and beautiful view over the grounds and a large fireplace

""Thank you Alfred, as soon as your moved in you can decorate it however you like" you deadpanned at him

"your not going to let me help out at all are you?" he shook his head at you making you sigh Alfred on the other hand was ecstatic to have a lady in the house it had been to long since there was a feminine touch to the manor. "Finally someone sensible in the house!" you giggled at Alfred's giddy expression before he cleared his throat

"Well- excuse me now you should relax you cant sleep after hitting your head so many times so I suggest watching some tv, I'm going to go get some sleep, If you do decide to entertain one another please bare in mind that the walls are all glass... for Y/n sake more than yours sir." you blushed as Bruce waved him off as he left. once alone you both became quiet it was Bruce who broke the silence

"I'm sorry"

"What? What are you sorry for?"

"I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't get there in time. I heard your screams, didn't know it was you but when I got to the restaurant your friends they were screaming at the police that it was you. My heart stopped thats why I called in Superman I couldn't risk you, not for a second and in the end it was me who nearly killed you."

"You didn't throw me from that car Bruce love come on it was you who saved me love, like you said you didn't want any risk so called in back up, and it was the back up you called in who stopped the car-" he gave an indignant look

"Batmobile what ever point is he wouldn't have been there if you hadn't called him its over anyway and as of the weekend I will be safe and sound in the manor waiting for you and the boys to come home every night."he gasped at you going to argue over the boys you placed a finger to his lips

"I already worked it out Alfred had the decency not to lie to me when I asked and I hope you do to, I love you don't dwell on all the could have's okay?" he smiled nodding you snuggled into him more wincing a bit then began surfing through the channels hunkering down for the remainder of the night.

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