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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 4

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): you have whipped cream on your nose

Word Count: 923

Story Description: When (Y/N) can't sleep, they cook. Today, they're cooking pancakes, Damon's sort of favorite food. Though he's hungry for another type of delicacy.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: implied smut

A/N: it's short and sweet and it almost turned into a full-on smut, but decide to keep it pg-13 🫣

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Insomnia? Just Eat

There was never much downtime for anyone with knowledge of the supernatural in Mystic Falls. Whether you knew of vampires, werewolves, witches, or whatnots – or you knew about them – there wasn’t a day that went by without some trouble brewing.

So, when they had even a few hours by themselves, everyone used them as best they could. Whether it was to catch up on much-needed sleep, spend time with their families and loved ones, or simply rest. As the world continued turning, ignorant to the dangers that truly lingered, others fought to keep them safe and valued the time they didn’t have to.

In the Salvatore boarding house, everyone was sleeping, enjoying one of those rare moments of tranquility — they knew it would not last long. And they were going to enjoy it as best they could. Well, except for one person.

(Y/N) was notoriously known for their insomniac tendencies. When they slept, it was only for a couple of hours at a time, never finding that much-needed slumber. As everyone dreamed, they were wide awake, cooking in the kitchen.

When they couldn’t find that sliver of sleep they needed, they would bake, they would cook, and they would sometimes clean – rarely the latter. If their mind was awake, they had to keep busy in some way.

That winter morning, as a blanket of snow covered the lawn outside and locked them in the house, they were in the kitchen cooking pancakes. A mess of flor was strewn about the floor, eggshells were scattered on the counter, and they were covered in specks of batter. It was a messy sight, but they were having fun, their concentration completely on the fluffy pancakes on the stove.

From the entryway, Damon watched the scene unfold. He leaned onto the archway on his shoulder, a wide smile painted onto his face. He recalled the time he had been stuck in the prison world. Cooking pancakes just like they were doing, trying his best to keep a sane mind in that crazy place. The only difference was (Y/N) wasn’t there. Though he was with Bonnie, he’d never felt so alone in a long time.

“Quite a mess you’ve made here,” he spoke up, startling his partner that was concentrated on the food and the Christmas music that was quietly playing in the room. “Never thought pancakes could be this messy.”

“They are when they’re Christmas pancakes,” they smiled. (Y/N) picked up a plate and showed Damon proudly their concoction. “It’s a gingerbread man!”

“Oh! I mean, it looks like it’s supposed to be a gingerbread man,” Damon chuckled. “Looks good… enough. Why don’t I take over? You can start decorating them.”

“Fine,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I forgot you were the resident pancake expert.”

“What can I say? I’ve had a lot of practice.”

They sat down on the island, opposite of Damon, as they took the pancakes that were already made. In bowls, there were red M&Ms and chocolate chips, and there was a can of whipped cream. They placed two pancakes on each plate and started decorating. With the M&Ms, they gave the little figure buttons. With the chocolate, eyes, and a smile. And with the whipped cream, a scarf.

“Finished!” They exclaimed, the can of whipped cream still in their hand. As they threw their arms into the air, they accidentally pressed the tip, sending whipped cream everywhere. “Shit, sorry!”

The pair burst out in laughter, the spray only adding to the mess that was scattered on the kitchen. Damon circled the island with a cloth, helping (Y/N) to clean up the goo that had landed on their body. He wiped their clothes, then their arms, and finally their face. And he couldn’t help the look of adoration that clung to his eyes.

Moments like these were rare. Where the biggest problem would be cleaning up the kitchen and finishing the insane amount of pancakes they had cooked. It made them both feel normal – human. They were not a vampire and their supernatural-fighting partner. Simply two people in love cooking breakfast on a winter morning.

“You still have some whipped cream on your nose,” Damon pointed out, a look of mischief taking over his face.

“Are you gonna clean it up?” (Y/N) teased. “You know I can’t see it.”

Damon walked closer until he was situated in between their open legs. With a toothy grin, he stuck his tongue out and licked the whipped cream away. He then traveled to their mouth, placing a hard and passionate kiss on their lips. (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck, their hands pulling softly at the hair on his nape.

A groan escaped his lips. Heat rising between them. Instinctively, (Y/N) wrapped their legs around his waist, pressing Damon even closer to their body. Soon enough, their kissing turned into a steamy makeout and neither could deny the want that was growing between them.

“What do you say we take this upstairs and I give you an early Christmas present?” Damon grinned.

“But what about the pancakes?” (Y/N) said innocently. “I don’t want them to go to waste.”

“I can assure you they won’t,” he chuckled. “I’m sure Stefan will eat them.”

“And the mess?”

“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” Damon growled. “Now, hang on, baby.”

(Y/N) tightened their legs around his waist and their arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before he sped them to their bedroom. There, another type of feast was held.

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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question: is there some sort of choir music in Frank or Billy's head whenever they stop in front the statues/paintings because golly—look at their sweetheart??? 🤧

but also! just humour me w this one but I just ADORE the idea of the reader/Ms R being this badass of a woman and yet some of her styles almost have an innocent look to it, if not for the way she dresses or the suggestive placement of her jewellery!!

like, to think something as simple as a butterfly thigh chain or white bow heels would drive Frank and Billy so fucking WILD, especially when they're watching you chew someone out??? you know good and well to leave them on for when the three of you are doing the nasty 👁👄👁 OOH IM ACTING UP AGAINNN

OMG THANK YOIU FOR THE ASK WEUSHJSGD!!!!! I HAVE SO MUCH TO ADD, YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL BRAIN 😩💖💞💕💓

warning: a bit of nsfw at the end

I imagine them staring at the paintings framed in gold with Ave Maria playing in their heads, sung by the amazing Luciano Pavarotti simply because it is one of Billy's favourite songs to listen to when he's lounging in their home. But also because no matter how they try to act normal around their sweetheart and her paintings, it's hard for them to see her without an element of divinity to her nature.

I haven't explored her mutant nature yet (which she IS but haven't mentioned it in the story just yet, soon tho I promise), but I'd like to imagine her as a mutant, perhaps with powers close to those of Poison Ivy from DC? Able to grow plants in the palm of her hand without a blink. And this never fails to steal Frank and Billy's breath away everytime she does it. Also, it plays a role in them looking at her like she's more than just a woman, she's a mutant, but also perhaps something like a fae or a nymph, just like those that are depicted in paintings in art galleries and museums. Which makes Frank and Billy want to worship the ground she walks on.

About Ms R's more innocent looks- I am totally into the idea that her style's versatile, not only she'll dress like she's on her way to divorce her billionaire husband and expose his nudes sent to his mistress to the media, but also like a princess. She doesn't allow her job to taint her personality, yes she can be tough, intimidating, absolutely vicious and literally deadly, but she can also be sweet and gentle as a dove.

When the mood strikes, she'll wear pretty pastel colours to her office, she'll wear lace, silk and chiffon, with the prettiest most feminine jewelry there is. She thrives in dressing up in clothes that can be so easily damaged, not fit for fighting; pretty skirts, dresses, sweaters, knee length socks, you name it, she has it all.

Frank and Billy would go crazy whenever she does because she'll look so pretty, so out of place, and suddenly they have to do everything in their power to protect her even more than they already do and give their girl whatever she wants, be it their own hearts ripped out of their chests. They don't even want her feet to touch the ground, they'll be so close to just taking off their jackets and laying them on the floor for her like in those old movies.

I love the idea of her wearing butterfly thigh chains, those dainty ones that sparkle when the sunlight hits them. She would probably call one of her boys to put it on for her.

Both Billy and Frank would either have her laying on the bed, her elbows supporting her weight, or sitting in a chair, leg in their careful hands. She would receive kisses from her calves to the inside of her thighs before they even clip the chain shut.

omg and white bow heels??? You better believe if they see dirt or something spilt on the floor she will be carried bridal style anywhere, everywhere. It doesn't matter if they're out in the streets, or inside a restaurant, she will be carried like she weighs nothing by Billy or Frank.

Frank would sometimes place her feet on his lap, thumbing at the pretty bows on her heels while they're meeting up with some client. She would be leaning against Billy's chest, listening to whatever the other person is saying. And if the said client decides to be dick and piss her off, she'll pull her legs from Frank's lap and put them on the table, a pretty skirt sitting high on her soft thighs, leaving the length of her legs naked. And she'll glare at the client, clench her jaw and tilt her head in the way that let's Frank and Billy know that the client has fucked up, and that they'll regret it.

They're even more in love with her when she chews out her own men while dressed in white, gold and pearls. A pretty picture, absolutely perfect, and so out of place in their dark office, her club and amongst her men, dressed in black, dressed to kill. When she looks angry or frustrated looking like that, Frank and Billy can't help but feel their cocks stirring, trying to behave and not annoy her even more, even if they always end up in the sofa in her office semi-naked at some point in the day.

And after a long day of work, she'll find herself at home, sandwiched between two warm chests, getting kissed all over her naked body, with only her pair of white bow heels, a dainty necklace that Frank and Billy gifted her, earrings, small bows clipped to her hair and a pair of white lace gloves.

She would look so pretty, so perfect, a bride of sin and desire.

In the end, she would end up with white dripping down her wet tender thighs, and on her hickey littered chest, matching her pretty accessories while making her feel loved, cherished, owned and worshiped.

hehehwhshrh I hope that was alright 🤧

thank you again for your beautiful ask, I love getting other people's thoughts, it's so fun 💖

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ruffgem · 4 months

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At the beginning of COVID I set out to make an ms paint-animated cartoon with a good friend of mine via the power of texting and the internet. It was crazy cuz I actually did single-handedly animate two full 4-ish minute “episodes,” but it sucked because I didn’t realize til it was too late how… different… our senses of humor actually were. LOL. like no shade but she was like, studying modern-day SNL for her writing (she was in charge of writing each episode, I did the animating) and I was like fuuuuck…. That’s like. actually the exact opposite of what I personally find funny. and also she took the advice “write what you know” way too seriously because I always wanted our characters to get haunted by demons but she was always like “I dunno… that’s not really realistic…” WHAT! why would u make a cartoon if nothing crazy happens in it? just write a sitcom with real life actors then!! but anyway I could sorta live with it because I could insert physical comedy into the animation which I thought helped fix some of the unfunny shit. sometimes. also, she was lowkey dictatorial about the character design (my domain!!!!) and even the voices we used for our characters (mine was annoying!!!) (IT WAS GIVING MORDECAI AND RIGBY!!) so the project sucked lowkey. Even though I still love that friend dearly we just simply… suffered from creative differences. Rest in peace. But I’m kind of proud of the fact that I actually animated two whole episodes by myself so maybe I will share them one day… but idk if I’ll ever be removed enough from them to do that. but I also hate the idea of doing all that work for nothing. But it happens sometimes frankly. U LIVE AND U LEARN!!! anyway it’s been like 4 years so I’m less haunted by it now… hmmmm I think im going to make another cartoon myself (or with my brother (we have the same mind)) yay!!!! *Adds it to my insanely long and unrealistic list of Shit I Want To Do*

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walkingtalkingsomething · 7 months

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✨Taylor Swift Makes Everything Better Lyric Prompts✨

It's exactly what the title says. I find song lyrics in general very inspiring and have a notebook of ones that strike me for one reason or another but don't have the 'whatever' that's needed to write them. And I unapologetically stan the hell out of Ms. Swift and am so often struck by her word choices. So this is my collection of the TS lyrics that conjure up the most thoughts - minus a ton of sad ones because I am just too soft to be putting that much angst into the world 😊

Taylor Swift

•He's the song in the car I keep singin', Don't know why I do - Teardrops on My Guitar

•He's the time taken up but there's never enough and he's all that I need to fall into - Teardrops on My Guitar

•I'm taking pictures in my mind so I can save them for a rainy day - Stay Beautiful

•It's hard to make a conversation when he's taking my breath away - Stay Beautiful

•Take me back to the creek beds, We turned up 2am darlin' in your truck and all I need is you next to me - Mary's Song (my My My)

•Friday night beneath the stars in a field behind your yard, You and I are painting pictures in the sky, And sometimes we don't say a thing, Just listen to the crickets sing, Everything I need is right here by my side - I'm Only Me When I'm With You

Fearless (TV)

•And as we walked we were talking and I didn't say half the things I wanted to - Hey Stephen

•The way you walk, Way you talk, Way you say my name, It's beautiful, Wonderful, Don't you ever change - Hey Stephen

•They're dimming the street lights, You're perfect for me, Why aren't you here tonight? I'm waiting alone now so come on and come out - Hey Stephen

•Have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me? - You Belong With Me

•Never wanted this, Never wanna see you hurt, Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve - Breathe

•And you were wild and crazy, Just so frustrating, Intoxicating, Complicated, Got away by some mistake and now... - The Way I Loved You

•Don't know how long it's going to take to feel ok, But I know I had the best day with you today - The Best Day

•I like the way I can't keep my focus, I watch you talk, You didn't notice, I hear the words but all I can think is we should be together - Jump Then Fall

•Well I like the way your hair falls in your face, You got the keys to me, I love each freckle on your face, I've never been so wrapped up, Honey I like the way you're everything I ever wanted - Jump Then Fall

•I had time to think it over and all I can say is come closer, Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me - Jump Then Fall

•The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry but I'll hold you through the night until you smile - Jump Then Fall

•Untouchable, Burning brighter than the sun, And when you're close I feel like coming undone - Untouchable

•In the middle of the night when I'm in this dream it's like a million little stars spelling out your name/In the middle of the night waking from this dream, I wanna feel you by my side standing next to me - Untouchable

•I'll leave my window open because I'm too tired at night to call your name, Just know I'm right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain - Come In With the Rain

•I said, 'Leave,' but all I really want is you to stand outside my window throwin' pebbles, Screamin', 'I'm in love with you,' - The Other Side of the Door

Speak Now (TV)

•And you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch, Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinking of - Sparks Fly

•Drop everything now, Meet me in the pouring rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, Take away the pain 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile - Sparks Fly

•Get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down, Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around - Sparks Fly

•And lead me up the staircase, Won't you whisper soft and slow, 'I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show' - Sparks Fly

•Maybe this is wishful thinkin', Probably mindless dreamin', But if we loved again I swear I'd love you right - Back to December

•I'm scared to see the ending, Why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how, I've never heard silence quite this loud - The Story of Us

•This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, But I liked it better when you were on my side - The Story of Us

•This night is sparkling, Don't you let it go, I'm wonderstruck, Blushing all the way home/This night is flawless, Don't you let it go, I'm wonderstruck, Dancing 'round all alone - Enchanted

•Please don't be in love with someone else, Please don't have somebody waiting on you - Enchanted

•Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong - Ours

•Got a feeling your electric touch could light this ghost town up with life - Electric Touch

•When Emma falls in love it's all on her face, Hangs in the air like stars in outer space - When Emma Falls in Love

•Emma met a boy with eyes like a man, Turns out her heart fits right in the palm of his hand, Now he'll be her shelter when it rains, Little does he know his whole world's about to change - When Emma Falls in Love

•Pass me a note saying, 'Meet me tonight', Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell, And I can see you being my addiction, You can see me as your secret mission, Hide away and I will start behaving myself - I Can See You

Red (TV)

•You come around and the armor falls, Pierce the room like a cannonball, Now all we know is don't let go - State of Grace

•We are alone just you and me, Up in your room and our slates are clean - State of Grace

•These are the hands of fate, You're my Achilles heel, This is the golden age of something good and right and real - State of Grace

•Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you, Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song - Red

•Put your lips close to mine as long as they don't touch, Out of focus, Eye to eye, 'Til the gravity's too much - Treacherous

•And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands - Treacherous

•I can't decide if it's a choice getting swept away, I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay - Treacherous

•Two headlights shine through the sleepless night and I will get you alone, Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and I would follow you home - Treacherous

•'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light - All Too Well

•You took the time to memorize me, My fears, My hopes and dreams, I just like hanging out with you all the time, All those times that you didn't leave it's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life - Stay Stay Stay

•Find myself at your door just like all those times before, I'm not sure how I got there, All roads, They lead me here - The Last Time

•I imagine you are home in your room all alone, And you open your eyes into mine and everything feels better - The Last Time

•In dreams I meet you in warm conversations - Sad Beautiful Tragic

•'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello", And your eyes look like comin' home, All I know is a simple name and everything has changed - Everything Has Changed

•Come back and tell me why I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time, And meet me there tonight and let me know that it's not all in my mind - Everything Has Changed

•The delicate beginning rush, The feeling you can know so much without knowing anything at all, And now that I can put this down, If I had known what I know now I never would've played so nonchalant - Come Back...Be Here

•If I was standin' there in your apartment I'd take that bomb in your head and disarm it, I'd say I love you even at your darkest and please don't go - Forever Winter

•There's a chain 'round your throat, Piece of paper where I wrote, "I'll wait for you", There's a key on the chain, There's a picture in a frame, Take it with you/And the note from the locket, You keep it in your pocket since I gave it to you, There's a heart on your sleeve, I'll take it when I leave and hold it for you - Run

1989 (TV)

•And I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore - I Wish You Would

•He's so tall and handsome as hell, He's so bad but he does it so well - Wildest Dreams

•I said, 'No one has to know what we do,' His hands are in my hair, His clothes are in my room, And his voice is a familiar sound - Wildest Dreams

•You'll see me in hindsight, Tangled up with you all night, Burning it down - Wildest Dreams

•Say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend - Wildest Dreams

•Broke your heart, I'll put it back together, I would wait forever and ever - How You Get The Girl

•Lantern burning, Flickered in the night for only you - This Love

•In losing grips on sinking ships, You showed up just in time - This Love

•This love left a permanent mark, This love is glowing in the dark - This Love

•You're still all over me like a wine stained dress I can't wear anymore - Clean

•Didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twisting around me - Wonderland

•One look, Dark room, Meant just for you, Time moved too fast, You play it back - You Are In Love

•No proof, Not much, But you saw enough/No proof, One touch, But you felt enough - You Are In Love

•You keep his shirt, He keeps his word - You Are In Love

•One night he wakes, Strange look on his face, Pauses then says, 'You're my best friend.' - You Are In Love

•Got love-struck, Went straight to my head, Got lovesick all over my bed, Love to think you'll never forget - Slut!

•Adorned with smoke on my clothes, Lovelorn and nobody knows, Love thorns all over this rose - Slut!

•And I break down, Then he's pulling me in, In a world of boys he's a gentleman - Slut!

•When you hold me it holds me together and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever - Suburban Legends

•"Come here," I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out - Is It Over Now?

•Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs and my whispered sighs - Is It Over Now?

•Oh Lord, I think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting - Is It Over Now?

Reputation

•And I can't let you go, Your hand prints on my soul, It's like your eyes are liquor, It's like your body is gold - End Game

•My name is whatever you decide and I'm just gonna call you 'Mine' - Don't Blame Me

•Echos of your name inside my mind, Halo hiding my obsession, I once was poison ivy but now I'm your daisy - Don't Blame Me

•And baby for you I would fall from grace just to touch your face, If you walk away I'd beg you on my knees to stay - Don't Blame Me

•I get so high everytime you're loving me, Trip of my life everytime you're touching me - Don't Blame Me

•Long night with your hands up in my hair, Echos of your footsteps on the stairs, Stay here honey I don't wanna share - Delicate

•Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time - Delicate

•Salute to me, I'm your American queen and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat and we rule the kingdom inside my room - King of My Heart

•And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for - King of My Heart

•Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, Drinking beer out of plastic cups, Say you fancy me not fancy stuff - King of My Heart

•There is an indentation in the shape of you, Made your mark on me, A golden tattoo - Dress

•All of this silence and patience, Pining and anticipation, My hands are shaking from holding back from you - Dress

•Say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend - Dress

•Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try, And if I get burned at least we were electrified - Dress

•I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, You kiss my face and we're both drunk - Dress

•And I woke up just in time, Now I wake up by your side, My one and only, My lifeline - Dress

•All my flowers grew back as thorns, Windows boarded up after the storm, He built a fire just to keep me warm - Call It What You Want

•I'm laughing with my lover, Making forts under covers, Trust him like a brother, Yeah, You know I did one thing right, Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night - Call It What You Want

•I recall late November, Holding my breath, Slowly I said, 'You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?' - Call It What You Want

•Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere - New Year's Day

Part. 2

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partiallypearl · 2 years

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while you’re out there on your odyssey, i’ll be here til you come home to me:

SHIP: LIPER (Leo x Piper)

august 30 - repeating mythology history / angst

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I chose Penelope and Odysseus bc of the fact that Penelope waited 20 years for Odysseus similar to how Piper waited quite a bit for Leo.

“He’s going to come back.” She told them and they looked at her like she was insane. Maybe she was. After all, she was holding out on a boy who had exploded. But if there was one thing that Piper McLean was, it was stubborn, and she had a gut feeling - one that no one could convince her to not believe in.

And so began 20 months of waiting. Maybe she was insane for that.

Leo would have loved Tulsa, Piper thought as she stared out at her grandfather’s garden. The house was still there, still painted lily white and lilac, still old and worn in. Still there. Like Piper.

She wondered sometimes if she was crazy for this. For waiting this long. For not moving on. But then she would remember how much Leo had longed for a family, for people to love him the way he loved them. And Piper was determined to give him that.

Even though he had been missing for 20 weeks now officially. Even though everyone else seemed to have given up.

“I know you’re gonna come back.” She said to the wind, her eyes scanning the horizon. She could see a glint in the skyline and a part of her, a silly stupid part wondered if it was Leo on Festus. She shook her head before continuing. “You’re Leo ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ Valdez. You fix things, you don’t break them. Don’t break my heart Valdez. Come back to me. Please.”

And maybe it was stupid, making wishes on the wind. But Piper had never been an entirely intelligent person. Hope was something that was good to have. It kept you sane and strong.

Hope was important. No one could tell her otherwise.

Camp was lively in the summer. Her cabin was bustling with activity as she walked around. Cabin inspections were later that day, and she had a feeling that her siblings had a lot of unmentionables - contraband essentially, hidden in their drawers. As long as she didn’t see it, she didn’t personally care but she knew that if one person was found with it, the entire cabin would get in trouble.

She was so in her head as she went around the cabin, Lacy and Mitchell running into the cabin scared the shit out of her. “Piper! You have to come right now!”

Piper raised an eyebrow, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “What?” Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Just come with us, gods.”

And with that, Piper found herself dragged out of their cabin and down the stairs towards the Big House.

Chiron was waiting outside and he looked nervous - something Piper never wanted to see on his face. “Is everything okay?” She asked and he simply nodded. “Everything is alright Ms. McLean. We have something to show you.”

She was brought inside, and her heart sped up. Why was everyone acting so weird? Lacy and Mitchell were giggling to themselves and Piper just wanted them to tell her what the hell she was there for.

Before her frustration overtook her, a voice came from the common room. “I heard you’ve missed me, Beauty Queen. Glad to know someone did.”

Piper’s heart to put it eloquently, dropped out of her ass. Leo Valdez was standing behind her, a smile on his face. He was dressed in a white tshirt with grease stained jeans and that stupid army jacket she used to tease him over.

It should have been perfect. She would run into his arms and he would hug her and it would all be okay. But for whatever reason, rather than the long heartfelt thoughtful speech Piper has spent months perfecting, the first thing out of her mouth was simply, “What the actual fuck.”

Lacy gave her a look and Piper stepped towards Leo. He stepped forward as well. “You’re alive.” She said dumbly and he nodded. “Yeah. I am. Who would have thought?”

Piper stared at him before surging forward. “Oh my gods. You asshole!” She cried, tears welling up in her eyes. One of Leo’s hands came up and wound up in her hair as his other hand rubbed her back as she sobbed. “I waited 20 months for you. 20 stupid fucking months. I burned a funeral pyre for you. With little dragons on it. And I cried so much I got tension headaches. And you-you’re okay. You’re okay…”

Leo pulled back slightly before grabbing her face between his hands. “Hey. I’m okay, Pipes. I’m fine corazón.” Piper hiccuped through tears before nodding. “You can’t do that to me ever again.” She said, after a long moment. “You’re my person, you are not allowed to leave me like that.”

Leo smiled at her sheepishly. “I’m sorry. Won’t do that again. Promise. You’re my mejor amiga.” His hands left her face and Piper shoved her face into the space between his collarbone and his head.

Lacy and Mitchell tapped her on the back before smiling softly as they left Piper and Leo alone. “I missed you so much.” Piper mumbled and Leo sighed. “Missed you too.”

Having hope had done her well, Piper decided. She wasn’t ever going to lose it if she could help it.

#liper #Leo Valdez #Piper McLean #pjorarepairs2022 #*mine: fic #*mine #Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #god these two.....

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put-me-in-a-movie-mp3 · 2 years

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Hello could I have a ship for Stranger Things, Harry Potter (marauders), IT, and AHS if that’s too many just stranger things is fine 😊💕 I’m a 20 something year old bi female (although I lean more towards guys) 4’11,mexican, dark brown wavy hair,brown eyes with glasses. isfj, hufflepuff, soft spoken, very shy/introverted I also struggle with social anxiety which a lot of times can get in the way of doing stuff I want. I try my best to always be kind and friendly. understanding , open minded, a good listener people often vent their problems to me I’m also great at keeping secrets .I can be sarcastic and joke around with people I’m close too but most of the time I’m pretty quiet . I’m generally a patient person I don’t get angry easily.I like helping others & tend to put other people before myself sometimes I can be ‘too nice’ and can be a bit of a people pleaser .Dislikes : I hate rude people in fact even though I find it really difficult to stick up for myself I have no problem sticking up for others, being the center of attention, being talked over , being ignored/ unappreciated. My love language is gift giving so I’m always creating/buying stuff for friends. I’m currently studying history and theater design. I love all things vintage 40s-80s and alot of my outfits tend to be inspired by those decades,especially the 50s . I love movies and books I can’t pick a favorite genre but I do love horror. I like coloring/painting ,puzzles , flowers/plants, swimming , and animals. I also love all kinds of music but I mostly listen to oldies, the 60s is my favorite decade for music. Thank you so much in advance I love your ships 💕also again you don’t have to ship me for all of those fandoms I understand you probably have a lot of requests :)

Here is who I ship you with! :)

Bill

Bill would always stand up for you. He knows what it's like to have social anxiety and to get bullied for it, since he had a stuttering problem. And he wants to make sure you never experience what he experienced as a kid. He would relate to you deeply on that level. Bill would tell you all his "horror" secret that he only trusted you with. He knew you wouldn't judge or think that he was crazy. He knew you were loyal too. You both also love the arts of writing, theatre, music, drawing, painting, etc.,.

I love the Countess so I just know she would love you! First of all your love for vintage things is what you and Elizabeth share in common. I mean she lives in a vintage hotel that is her's! She is very caring towards you and treats you like a treasured jewel. At first when you meet you're very shy, so she tries to make you feel as welcome as ever. Everybody loves you at the hotel and immediately love how you have such a sweet soul. She would treasure all of the gifts you give her out of love. She would tell you all about her past and what history was like then since you are so intrigued with history. Also she admires that you have such a love for theatre!

Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Narcissa Malfoy

You and Narcissa would love to go shopping for vintage things. It was your guys thing. She loved the fashion back than just as much as you! You are a bit more shy and introverted which is similar to Ms. Malfoy. So you both enjoy the silence and peace while being together whether it's watching a movie, reading, writing, or painting/drawing. She would also never make you feel like you were unheard. She always made you feel like somebody was sticking up for you when you were in tough situations.

Stranger Things

Nancy Wheeler

You and Nancy have a lot in common. The only difference is Nancy is not afraid to be heard and would stick up for you no matter what. She never made you feel like you were unimportant either. You both love going to antique shops to buy some vintage items and you both lobe volunteering at the animal shelter. You and Nancy like the small things like doing puzzles together and gardening as well! She loves you for who you are. You are her one weakness when it comes to being tough.

#american horror story #it #harry potter #ship #love #imagine #stranger things #x reader #ship requests #steve harrington #story #ships #strangerthingsimagine #billy hargrove #jonathan byers

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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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DISTRACTED | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon: “5 times reader (girlfriend) is almost distracted by a shirtless Charlie and one time she actually is.” PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader WORDS: 1.6k WARNING(s): some charlie thirst, what’s new ;) SUMMARY: 4 times Y/N is almost distracted by her shirtless boyfriend and 1 time she actually is.

You pride yourself over the fact that you never get distracted, no matter what. But sometimes, just sometimes, you can’t help it.

Especially when your boyfriend looks like that.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Your eyes feel as if they are burning, and the ever-persistent headache of yours seems to be particularly intense today.

Yet, pushing all that tiredness away, you keep typing, typing, typing. The deadline for your essay that carries twenty per cent of your grade of your final year of college is tomorrow, and you’ve still got three hundred words to write.

Three hundred words does not seem like a lot on any other day, but after three cups of coffee and seven hours of staring at your laptop screen, it feels like death. The fact that you seem to be in a rut right now doesn’t help, either.

You scrounge around your brain, trying to pull ideas from each fold, but it’s useless. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s because of your boyfriend, Charlie, who has currently resorted to painting your toenails after not getting any sort of attention from you for the past few hours.

Ever since lockdown started, you and your boyfriend have been living together in your shared apartment in Toronto. You two have been planning to move in together for a while, but his work and your college always seemed to be obstacles. But this lockdown gave you both the perfect opportunity – plus, it was time, too. You two have been dating for more than four years – although, you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, but the intensity of it was realized only in the moment when he kissed you after an amazing prom together – you guys went together because you were best friends and loved being around each other more than anything. But the fact that there could be something more, something hidden in years of friendship seemed unlikely to the both of you before that day.

“Done.” He says, proudly. Your eyes leave your screen to look at the beautiful emerald colour on your toenails. You smile at him, and say, “That’s gorgeous, Char. Where’d you find it?”

He shrugs, a lopsided smile on his face. “It was in the bottom of your bag.”

You nod. “Right. I bought it the day before my last offline exam ended. I forgot.”

He smiles. “Now, will you pay me some attention?”

You purse your lips and pretend to be thinking. “Hmm… tempting, but no. I still have to get this done.”

He groans, dramatically. “You have been ignoring me for past hundred hours!”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “You’re so dramatic. It’s only been half a day. Now, go away. I need to finish this.”

He groans, again, and you wonder if he’s finally given up.

Instead, he rolls off the bed, and stands taller, leaning against the doorframe. “Y/N?”

You hum in question, as he makes a show out of taking off his T-shirt.

You bite your lip and remember how long it has been since you’ve run your hands on his chest. But you know that he’s doing this on purpose, to get a fraction of your attention. He knows and is proud of the fact that he has a hold over you, and the fact that even after four years, he still gives you butterflies over the slightest of smiles.

So, instead of giving in, you crawl under your covers with your laptop and decide to work there, as you suddenly gain inspiration, and thank yourself for not being distracted by your boyfriend’s absolutely beautiful body.

“Oh, come on!”

The second time hit happens, it’s a Tuesday morning, and you’re giving an exam. Your laptop is in front of you, the face of your teacher and classmates filling your screen, as the sound of your pen scratching against your answer sheet fills the room.

You bite the end of your pen, pondering over a question when you suddenly hear your boyfriend’s voice. You look up, and notice him, shirtless, and talking on the phone to someone.

“Yeah, I mean, we could do that…” He says, and your eyes trail across his back, as he stares out the window on the wall opposite to you.

“No, Mom, we’re not gonna drive to Canada. I’m not that crazy!” He exclaims, and you arch your neck to get a better view of him, and the sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Sure, I can ask Y/N…” He says, and you quickly avert your eyes back to your paper, just in time to hear your teacher call out your name.

“Y/N? What are you looking at?” She asks, and you adjust your headphones, clearing your throat.

“I thought someone was at the door. Sorry, Ms. Harrington.” You’re painfully aware of the warmth spreading through your cheeks, and as she nods, you start writing again.

You hear Charlie whisper a ‘sorry’, and you smile at him – he thinks that the reason your teacher just called you out is because he was going to ask you something.

You don’t correct him – his ego doesn’t need to know the fact that you were almost distracted.

Just one more question, you think. One more question, and you’re done with this semester.

But your mind is wandering, and the fact that you still have thirty minutes left doesn’t help. When this exam started, you thought that you wouldn’t be able to finish it in time and wrote as fast as you could, but now there’s plenty of time and just one, tiny answer left.

You rest your elbows on your desk and check on your classmates. Everyone is frantically scribbling, and you smile evilly at the fact that you’re not one of them right now.

“Honey? You have a minute?”

You hear Charlie from behind you. You nod, and say, “I’m listening.” You don’t turn back, since you have to keep an eye on your teacher. (She is knitting right now, for some reason.)

“You wanna go somewhere for the holidays?” He says, his raspy morning voice causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“I’m not sure… I mean we just came back from Maui last month – do you think it’s wise to go somewhere again?”

“Well, we’ll maintain social distancing, and use masks.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Come on, it’s our fifth anniversary!”

You finally look at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s shirtless, as usual. You mentally curse him as you think that you need to add ‘no being shirtless for no reason’ to your household rules. (Currently, you have three: one, no disturbing the other while working; two, following the chore chart; three, no spilling coffee or red wine on the white living room rug.) (The last one has occurred more times than one might expect.)

You focus on keeping your eyes trained on his, but you still struggle to form words. “I – not a wise idea…”

He grins, understanding the situation, as you avert your eyes back to your paper.

“Please, baby?”

You know he’s pouting.

“Fine.” You say, just to get him off your back.

“You’re the best!” He presses a kiss to your cheek and is instantly gone. As your mind still tries to hold on to the frayed strings of the warmth and the smell of his presence, you pray that your classmates didn’t notice the interaction.

You smile at Charlie’s mother, who is talking animatedly on your phone.

“Then, I told Meg to get some sugar, but she bought salt instead, and to top that, she dumped the entire bowl into my batter! Now, it tastes like absolute shit!” She glares at Megan, Charlie’s sister, who smiles sheepishly from behind her.

You laugh. “Like brother, like sister.”

“You know it.” She says, her French accent thick.

“So, I was thinking… Maybe, after the holidays, we could fly back to Dieppe? It’s not like we’re gonna go to college any time soon, so –”

“Yes, please! I miss you guys so much. You know, last night –”

She starts to say something else, but your boyfriend is doing push ups in front of you, and it’s really, really, really hard to focus, especially when his body is glistening under the afternoon sun.

He seems to feel your gaze, and sharply turns towards you, while you quickly look back to his mother.

“–but the point is, I miss you two.” She finishes, while Megan nods. “Me too, sis. It’s so boring here without you two.”

You smile and can feel warmth in your stomach. “Of course. I miss you guys, too. Charlie’s so boring.”

“Hey!”

+1.

You exhale and close the lid of your laptop. “I’m done!” You yell, and Charlie instantly appears at the door, and runs towards the bed you’re currently seated on, and jumps atop.

“Finally! I missed you!” He says, wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you closer.

“I missed you too, baby. But now I’m done with all my assignments, so I’m all yours for the next two weeks!” You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins, and your eyes avert to his chest, but this time, you let yourself be distracted, because after weeks of sleep deprivation and pure torture, you deserve this.

You smile, connecting your lips, and run your hands on his chest. He smiles against the kiss, and you whisper, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much.”

as always feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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sanitizarium · 3 years

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hi im sanitizarium/dreamcast! heres my about and my pronouny, but just in case those links dont work; my name is ripley (i also go by roxas and prince) and i’m a 18 y/o queer tboy! i use he/it (plural they too but only plural) ^^

this is my personal blog so i post what i want, but i primarily stick to reblogging silly little posts and talking about splatoon, kingdom hearts and sonic the hedgehog!! i also like animal jam, digimon, warrior cats and wings of fire a lot and i might post about them sometimes but probably more periodically (as they’re recurring hyperfixations and not a constant)

feel free to send me asks or dm me about whatever i dont bite :] art faq under the cut as well!!!

agent ocs askblog: @squidbeak-asktoon commission status: open! post w/ more info here

(last updated 2024-03-15)

what do you use to draw? - for programs, i use primarily paint tool sai 2 and clip studio paint ^^ but i also use ms paint, the animal jam art studio (classic and pw) and the chicken smoothie oekaki if im feeling silly...... for hardware, i use a wacom intuos bt s!! all of the brushes i use can be found on this page on my desktop blog!

can i use your art as inspiration? - go ahead! idc if you take inspiration from my art/my style just as long as you’re not completely copying a piece i’ve drawn ^^ pose and style theft are not real to me go crazy (it’s very flattering btw :’] whenever ppl ask if they can take inspo from my general inkfish designs i shatter into a million pieces in a good way)

can i ask you questions about your ocs/draw them? - YES YOU CAN i love my ocs so much they are my little guys..... u can draw/write em doing whatever just please Ask if you are going to make nsfw. for the love of god. im an adult but that doesnt mean i want it unprompted and ill probably say no anyways

#ripley.txt #pinned #important #please like if youve read btw!

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spideyskrunkly · 2 years

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Death's Work of Art (Ch. 1)

Criminal Case Fanfic (Fan Case)

Characters: GPD, ocs for suspects

Warnings (for ch1): Gore, swearing, mentions of drugs & some... uh, child death mentioned

June and Jones didn't like the idea of having to find one of the bloodiest murders. But, then again, it's their job.

There was a painting of a rose.

But it was... chopped. With two cuts. But they're different. Inside the painting, the cut separated the rose from the stem. And on the outside of the painting, there was a more lively cut with blood.

Only the cut with blood was not apart of the painting.

Under the painting was a body. With no head. Only a body.

"What. The. Fuck." June couldn't stand the image of everything. He and Jones had been through crazy stuff together, but this was berserk.

"A chopped off head, that's what the fuck!" Jones had more of a reaction, pointing to the corpse.

June was lost in the crime scenery. "There's a wallet next to him." June picks it up and goes through it. In there, he finds and identification. "His name is Jeffrey Simmons. He seems to be... a lifeguard at the beach?"

"Maybe we'll go there later then." Jones was also having a look around the crime scene. "Aha! A phone. Seems like it requires face identification, but with our situation, eh... . Let's get this to Alex and see if he could look through it. And be sure to get the body to Nathan, he'll know what the hell kind of magic was used for the head to be chopped off."

"Good idea. In the meantime, there seems to be a photo in here and it shows that the victim had a girlfriend? We should identify her in our (idk what it's called)."

Jones pulled out his... thing to identify the person. Red hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Then appeared a name. "Diana Wu. Seems foxy."

"Shut up." June playfully pushed Jones a little. "Maybe we should have a talk with her."

"Adress is... ×."

June and Jones went separate ways. Jones went to the beach, June went to see Diana.

Knocking on the door, June saw the door opening to find this Diana Wu with her pink shirt with black stripes and blue gloves. "Can I help you?" She said in an annoyed kind of voice.

"Diana Wu, was it? Unfortunately, we found your boyfriend, Jeffrey Simmons dead this morning. He was decapitated." June didn't know how to handle telling people about losses sometimes, he would let Jones do that.

"Eh. What a shame. Is that all?"

"... Ma'am, he's your boyfriend, correct? I didn't expect you to act like that."

"Because he's my ex. He cheated on me with some tramp who happened to be ugly as fuck. Not only that, he would always want to pick some sugar over his own babe."

"Sugar?" June looked a little puzzled? "Care to expand on that?"

"Y'know? Coke? Like candy snow? Like..." she pointed to her nose.

"Oh. Uh... other than that, do you know anyone who would have hated him?"

Diana thought for a second. "Actually, now that you mentioned it, there was this one gal named Sweetie McKenzie. Real babe, that doll." A dog barks behind in the background. "Quiet, Georgie! Has red hair, just brighter and curlier, wears that red leather jacket. Careful though. She may seem sweet, but she bites. You can find her at the Mixy Bar."

"... Noted. That's all I'll need from you for now, thank you, Ms. Wu."

Meanwhile, Jones looked around for clues and saw a pair of sunglasses with some smudge on them on them.

"Might as well collect a sample and send these to Grace." Jones used his sample collector and kept it in the tube. Then his phone rang.

"Yo."

"It's Alex. I checked what's on the phone and it had an image of your killer!"

"Lovely. What's you find?"

"Unfortunately, I couldn't get a clear shot of it. But I did find some traces of red hair in the shot."

"So our killer has red hair. Thanks, bro."

"No problem. Hey, you should play thia game with me later! It's about three criminals who make heists and have separate lives and well, like, kill assholes. It's called, 'Money Stealer Cars V!'"

"Sounds violent and fun, but maybe later. Anyways, gotta go!"

Jones hung up his phone as he entered the car. When he got in, he dialed up June.

"Oh, what a coincidence, I was gonna call you to pick me up. We have a new lead at the Mixy Bar."

"Perfect, I was gonna get a sample to Grace. I'll get you on the way, then we'll head to the station to drop it off together, then we'll head to the Mixy Bar."

"Sounds perfect."

After the plan, they arrived at the Mixy Bar.

"... Nice place." Jones was looking around.

June looked for thee descriptive details of Sweetie. "There she is!"

Sweetie was what Diana had described.

"Ms. McKenzie!" Jones called out to her. She noticed.

"Hello! Just call me Sweetie!" She stood up and walked over to the two men. "What can I do for you fine gentlemen?"

"I'm Captain June and this is Inspector Jones. We have a couple questions for you."

"Of course! What's the cake for me?"

"The... what now?"

"The cake! It's my way of saying 'What's the tea'."

Jones spoke. "'The cake' is that Jeffrey Simmons was murdered in his mansion last night. Decapitation."

Sweetie spoke. "Look, Idk what kind of soda this 'decapitation' is, but the dude was gonna be murdered one day." She took a sip of her beer.

"Not a soda." June stated. "It means his head was removed from his body.

"Oh. Well, I don't have to see his ugly face anymore." And she took another sip proudly.

Jones and June looked at each other and then back to the suspect. "It seemed like you may have hated him as well as I talked to a certain Daisy Wu did."

Sweetie started to giggle. "Oh! Daisy. Quite a lovely dove. She and I play private horsey sometimes. I would let her tickle my ti-"

"Ok! We... get the picture. Uh... thank you, for your time, Sweetie. Go easy on the beer." Both gentlemen walked out of the bar and head into the car.

"So, let's recap." June pulled out his notepad. "Daisy and Sweetie had hatred for Jeffrey as he was a cheater. It seems that being murdered was not a suprise for anyone but him."

"Thankfully, we have note that the killer has blue gloves." Jones added on. "And Daisy and Sweetie seem to fit that profile."

June fills that in abd puts away the notebook. "So now we just wait for Nathan and Grace. Perfect."

Nathan calls down the two policemen into the room.

"Well, this kind of death is... kinda ahead of something."

"Yes, I see what you did there." Jones couldn't help but be a little annoyed at how Nathan's jokes can really remind him of what just happened. "Did you find anything about our killer?"

"Well, your body here has had a clean cut, that's for sure. I can only determine that the murder weapon is a hatchet, but I'm not sure. What I did find is some hair, but it's from a dog. Your killer must have came in contact with Jeffrey."

"So our killer owns a dog. Can you determine the breed?"

"Unfortunately not. Hair is not easy for me to examine because the author of the fic is to lazy to find a reason."

"It's cool!" June added into the notebook. "The killer is a dog person. Poor baby will have to leave the owner." He had a quick thought. "I remember hearing Diana having a dog barking."

"So Diana has a dog!" Jones chirped with joy. "Now we'll just need notes from Grace."

Grace called the two down to the station.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything about the killer. It's a slow process."

"Well, did you find anything with the smudge?"

"Saliva. It seems to belong to a certain child. But I'm not sure. It also seems... bad."

"What do you mean?" June looked puzzled.

"Well, this... child, seems like it's kinda a gene from Jeffrey."

"WHAT." Jones had a suprised expression.

"But the worst thing is that... this child..." Grace looked at the men, ready to explain the news. "This child doesn't have any sort of life or anything. I checked with Alex and he saw a birth certificate of a baby girl that was Jeffrey's. Her name was Sarah, but her last name is scratched out. And according to her records... it seemed that she died 3 years ago."

Ch1 End

#criminal case #june shiloh #david jeremiah jones #grace delaney #alex turner #nathan pandit #grimsborough #cc suspect #death's work of art

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prettyyoungandbored · 4 years

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Seven

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warning: This chapter contains description of a heavy panic attack. Please read at your own risk.

Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho (Let me know if you want to be tagged in this!)

Author’s Note: A chunk of dialogue in this chapter comes from the movie and has been expanded on to fit the storyline.

“And when exactly is your mother planning to visit us?” Monsignor O’Malley inquired as he followed Demetria.

Demetria snapped a photo of the hallway before looking over her shoulder. “Most likely next month. Once I send her the photos , she’ll work on drafts and whenever she comes, we can all sit down and discuss how to go about the process.” She snapped her fingers. “You know what, I have her business card with me because she sometimes does work in Gotham City.”

She pulled out her wallet from her purse and handed Monsignor O’Malley the thing off white card. “She’ll be happy to answer any of your questions and or concerns.”

He smiled as he took the card. “This is awfully generous of you, Ms. Gallagher. We can’t tell you how grateful we are.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she waved her hand. “Both Bruce and I want to make sure you, the sisters, and the boys are taken care of with whatever you need.” She paused. “How are the boys doing?”

“They’re wonderful.”

“Oh good! I was actually wondering if I could go say ‘hi’ or-.”

“Unfortunately the boys are on a field trip with the sisters.”

Demetria nodded understandingly, trying to hide her disappointment. “Absolutely.” Then an idea hit her. “Do the nuns teach the boys?”

“Some do. We’ve been thinking about incorporating more schooling into the boys schedules, but we’re a little short staffed and not all the nuns feel comfortable teaching certain subjects.”

“I’d love to step in,” Demetria offered.

Monsignor O’Malley raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it you would teach?”

“I’m excellent at English. All levels. I was a TA my senior year of high school. I even minored in it in college.”

Monsignor O’Malley nodded his head, impressed. “Well, if it doesn’t interfere with your schedule-.”

“I don’t have one,” she laughed.

He chuckled. “Then I suppose it’s something we can try out. Are you free next week?”

Her eyes lit up. “Absolutely!’ I would love that!”

Before she could say more, the sound of her phone ringing cut her off. She gave Monsignor O’Malley an apologetic smile as she dug into her bag. “Excuse me one second.”

She glanced down to see it was a reminder that she had to start getting ready for the fundraiser.

“Please excuse me, but I’ve got to head out,” Demetria said. “Remember, if you have any questions, you have my number as well as my mom’s.”

“Of course. I also look forward to discussing you working here.”

“I do as well.”

The two shook hands and Demetria headed out of the orphanage.

She had taken Bruce’s Cadillac XLR, seeing as it was the only semi-low-key-looking car he owned and the only one she didn’t get anxious driving. She wished he had owned something a little less glamorous for trips like this, hating how it made her look, but it was what it was.

As she she opened the driver’s side door, she noticed a photographer snapping her from the distance. The two stared at each for a moment, acknowledging just what was going on. She exhaled softly, mentally reminding herself to keep it together.

Since her essay was published, the media outlets had backed off a bit. The Gotham Times were still insistent of doing a piece on her and published one on her, but it turned out to be a dud as no one close to her would speak to them with the exception of her former News Director and the Head Booker, her other boss. It also helped that a local mob boss was mysteriously killed and the news decided to fixate on that.

She gave him a quick, tired smile before she slid inside and closed the door, driving off.

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Back at the Wayne Penthouse, Bruce adjusted the cuffs of his pristine white dress shirt as he made his way down the stairs.

Alfred wrapped up his conversation with the party planners and turned his attention to Bruce.

“I think your fundraiser will be a great success,” Alfred remarked.

“Why do you think I want to hold a party for Harvey Dent?” Bruce questioned, almost annoyed at the thought of it.

“I assumed it was your usual reason for socializing beyond myself and the scum of Gotham’s underbelly to try to impress Miss Gallagher.”

“Very droll, very wrong,” Bruce responded, glancing up for a brief moment.

Alfred looked over his shoulder for a moment, noticing the party planners were not in the room. “Have you considered telling Miss Gallagher what it is you’re doing at night?” Alfred inquired in a voice low enough for Bruce to hear him.

Bruce glanced up. It wasn’t the first time this conversation came up between the two. “Soon.”

“Before or after you say ‘I do’?”

“When the time is right.”

“Perhaps she should truly know what she’s getting herself into.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks. “What are you implying, Alfred?”

“Miss Gallagher has given you every ounce of herself.”

“Who says I-.”

Bruce’s attention was caught by the low sound of the television. He looked over to find GCN airing what appeared to be a figure of Batman, hanging with a rope around it’s neck on a building. The lower third read “BATMAN DEAD?”

Demetria walked down the stairs and into the living room, tightening the belt on her cozy white bathrobe when she saw Bruce and Alfred staring at the tv. Curious, her eyes darted to the tv when she saw the lower third.

Her blood ran cold with disbelief and shock, heart dropping into her stomach.

The camera cut back to GCN anchor, Mike Engel.

“Be aware, the image is disturbing,” he warned.

The camera then cut to a man dressed in a cheap Batman getup, his plump cheeks spilling out of the cowl. He was sat on the floor of what looked like the back kitchen area of a butcher shop with a silver cart and a large pieces of animal meat hanging behind the victim. He had his hands tied behind them, his face lowered to the game.

“Tell them your name,” the camera man said in a menacing, sing-song voice.

“Brian Douglas,” the fake Batman answered weakly.

“Are you the real Batman?” There was a childish, teasing tone in the voice behind the camera to a point where it was menacing. It was almost as if whoever it was took immense pleasure in this man’s torture.

“No.” Brian was barely hanging on.

“No?” the voice repeated back, almost in a whine to mimic Brian’s pain.

“No.”

“No?” The voice giggled. An arm reached over and pulled the cowl off Brian. “Then why do you dress up like him?” The camera pulled back, the arm dangling the cowl in front of Brian. The voice laughed a stomach curdling “Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!”

“Because he’s a symbol...that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you,” Brian retorted with a slight bit of courage in his weak tone.

“Yeah. You do, Brian.” The hand grabbed the side of Brian’s face, the camera coming in close. “You really do.”

The hand pulled the top of Brian’s head as the man whimpered. The hand turned back and stroked Brian’s cheek. “Oh, shh shh shh.”

Demetria shook her head, her stomach growing weak. Bruce’s eyes fixated on the TV, his expression stone cold with eyes colored in disbelief.

“So,” the voice continued on, “you think the Batman's helped Gotham? Hmm?”

Brian didn’t respond.

“LOOK AT ME!”

The roaring voice caused Demetria to jump back, her hand slapping on her mouth.

The camera swung around to reveal the person behind the voice, the sight causing Demetria to yelp, “Jesus Christ!”

The red smeared smile was complimented by his chalk-white foundation and accentuated the long scars on the sides of his face. Two lazily painted black eyeshadow covered his eyes and he revealed his dark yellow teeth.

“You see, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham. You want order in Gotham, Batman must take off his mask, and turn himself in.”

It was something behind the clown that Demetria recognized. A memory popped up in her mind, her jaw dropping at the realization.

“Oh, and everyday he doesn’t, people will die. Starting tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

As the camera switched around, the man let out a menacing cackle as Brian screamed in the background. Demetria, overcome with her realization and the man’s grim promise, hurried up the stairs, Bruce and Alfred watching her. Bruce turned off the television and glanced at Alfred who shot him a look. He gave the old man a nod, indicating the message was received.

In their bedroom, Demetria grabbed a notebook from her nightstand as well as a pen. She began writing hurriedly, her cursive handwriting slightly smudged from the pen. Upon finishing, she ripped the page from her notebook and folded it. She reached back into the drawer, grabbing an empty envelope and shoving the folded paper in there. She licked the envelope, sealing tightly with her fingers and placed it back into the drawer.

Just as she went to close the drawer, she heard the door unlock and grabbed her anti-anxiety meds.

Bruce entered the room.

“Everything ok?” he asked, gentle concern laced in his tone.

She waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just that video was, uh, pretty overwhelming to watch. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

He eyed the pilll bottle in her hand. “You know you should probably put that in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”

She chuckled. “You’re right. I’m just used to putting them in nightstand drawer. But considering we’re having a bunch of random people over, I guess you’re right.” She paused, a smirk playing on her lips. “Should I leave some viagra in a little bowl for our older guests trying to impress their much younger dates?”

He sat beside her on the bed, smirking at her. “I don’t have any because I don’t need it.”

She hummed, patting his leg. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He pulled her close, his breath hitting her lips. “Not funny.”

“Oh, but it is. It really is.”

She gave him a chaste kiss, nuzzling her nose against his. “You think maybe we should cancel this party? I mean, I don’t think it’s safe.”

“We’re going to be fine,” Bruce reassured.

She sighed, realizing there was no point in changing his mind. “Then I guess I better continue getting ready.”

He chuckled. “Well, don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

“It’s just...” she stepped back, “I don’t know.” Her fingers toyed the robed belt. “I figured you’d cancel the party and we could spend the night in here...” She continued to move back toward the bathroom area, throwing off the robe to reveal her naked body to him. “And I’d let you do whatever you want to me. But since you won’t cancel it...” She shrugged. “Oh well.”

Bruce could feel his pants grow a little tight and he was ready to have her pay the price. His hungry eyes stayed on her, like a lion ready to pounce on it’s prey. “You get back here. Right. Now.”

She shook her head. “I have to get ready.” She pointed to the tent in his pants. “I suggest you take care of that situation before you leave this room.”

She grabbed the robe from the floor and closed the door behind her, locking it so Bruce wouldn’t try anything.

She exhaled and ran a hand through her damp hair. She wasn’t sure how long this party would last, but she had to make sure Batman got her letter.

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Bruce waited outside near the helicopter landing pad, his hands in his pockets. He watched as the navy blue sky took over the sunset, but once he turned his head, his breath was taken away by an even more beautiful sight.

Demetria walked out on to the helicopter landing pad, her black hair in an updo with long, curled strands of hair framing her face. Her navy blue gown was strapless with a subtle reverse sweetheart neckline, and hugged her small curves just right before flowing out on to the floor. Her makeup stayed on the subtle side with her eyeliner and mascara accentuating her warm, emerald green eyes and her Goldilocks lips were the perfect shade of pink.

“Is it too much?” she asked, stopping in her tracks. She put a hand on her stomach, feeling the knot inside tightening. Her face fell into a panic. “Oh shit, it is, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his thumb grazing her cheek as he smiled at her adoringly. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

Color filled her cheeks as her pink lips curved into a bashful smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Wayne.”

His lips gently crashed on to hers as he cradled the side of her face. For a moment, as they relished in their kiss, the world was still and time froze. Neither of them could remember the last time they shared such a moment, but they truly savored it while they still could.

Bruce pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, his lips hovering over hers. “For the record, you still owe me from before.”

She hummed against his lips. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

He smirked at her. “You’re lucky I like you. C’mon, let’s go.”

He took her hand in his, leading her onto the helicopter. The pilot helped her up first, Bruce following right after. As the two sat in the back, Demetria turned to him. “What’s the point of doing this again?”

He took her hand once again. “Grand entrances are fun. Plus, wait til’ you see the view from above.”

He felt her latch on to his arm as the sound of the choppers roared in. Soon enough, the helicopter began rising, the weight of the ground lifting. As it took off into Gotham City, Demetria watched the twinkling city below her.

As childish as it seemed, Demetria felt like Jasmine did on that magic carpet with Aladdin. Seeing Gotham from a bird’s eye view, the city looked beautiful and peaceful.

Bruce relished in watching his fiancé’s amazement, hoping he could make her feel this way for the rest of their lives.

She looked over at him. “You were right. This is incredible.”

She scooted closer to him, leaning back on his shoulder as she continued to look out the window. Bruce pressed a kiss to her temple, reaching his hand over to hers on her lap, clasping them.

Both stayed in the moment, wishing they could stay like this forever.

But once the helicopter scoured every inch part of Gotham, it was time to descend back onto the landing pad.

Bruce helped Demetria off the helicopter. Her eyes shifted to the once empty ballroom which was now filled with a large crowd inside staring at her. Her chest grew heavy, palms sweating.

“They’re staring at us,” she told Bruce.

He took her hand. “They see how you beautiful you look”. He gave it squeeze. “Remember, I’ve got you.”

She nodded and exhaled softly as the two made their way inside.

She followed him as the door opened to the gala room. All eyes stayed on them. She flashed a closed mouth smile at partygoers until her eyes met Harvey’s. It wasn’t until his familiar, warm smile that hers became more genuine and honest.

“Sorry we’re late,” Bruce announced. “Glad you started without us!” He let go of Demetria’s hand, clapping his together. “Where's Rachel?!”

Demetria eye’s turned to Rachel, who cringed slightly.

Bruce motioned to her. “Rachel Dawes- my oldest friend. When she told me she was dating Harvey Dent, I had one thing to say... ‘the guy from those god-awful campaign commercials? 'I Believe in Harvey Dent?' Nice slogan, Harvey.”

As the crowd chuckled, Demetria’s smile faltered even more. She was thrown off by the Bruce that was speaking. It was like the second his hand left hers, he’d become another man. He’d become like everyone else in the crowd - pompous and slightly arrogance.

He’s putting on a show for them, she thought to herself. This is not the real him.

“Certainly caught Rachel's attention,” Bruce went on. “But then I started paying attention to Harvey, and all he's been doing as our new D.A., and you know what? I believe in Harvey Dent. On his watch, Gotham can feel a little safer. A little more optimistic. But what he’s done for Gotham isn’t just the only good thing Harvey Dent has done.”

He then shifted his tone and his gaze, now looking at Demetria who’s heart dropped to her stomach.

“Harvey convinced his good friend from college, Demetria Gallagher, to move to Gotham,” Bruce continued, smiling at her. “It’s because of Harvey and Rachel that I was introduced to the love of my life.”

The crowd let out a collective “aw” as Demetria gave him a small smile.

“I spent years thinking I’d never find the ‘one’.” He turned back to the crowd. “I figured if I’m never gonna find her, why not have some fun? And I did.”

The crowd laughed. Demetria rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Then I ran into Rachel having a lunch with this beautiful woman and I couldn’t help myself. I asked her three times to have dinner with me.” Bruce shifted his attention to Demetria, taking her hand in his. “While I will never know who or what convinced you to say ‘yes’, all I know is that from the moment I left that dinner, I knew this witty, kind, beautiful woman was who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Demetria, to say you are my heart and my soul is simply not enough. There will never be enough words or adjectives or uses of symbolism to describe how much you mean to me and how happy you make me. I love you more than anything.”

The crowd, once again, “awed” as he pecked Demetria’s cheek. He then grabbed two glasses of champagne off the server’s tray, handing one to Demetria. He then turned back to the crowd, raising his glass. “To-.”

“I just want to say something really quickly,” Demetria spoke up, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “If that’s, ok?”

Bruce smiled, her sudden burst of confidence bringing him pride. “By all means.”

She turned to the crowd. “You all know Harvey as your DA, but I know him as my confidant, my greatest friend, and above all, my family. He’s also my get out of jail free card, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Everyone laughed as Harvey shook his head. Demetria turned to her best friend, her smile fading a bit.

“Harvey, you’re selflessness and dedication to making Gotham City a safer one for its citizens is not just admirable, but also inspirational. You fight for the voiceless, the scared, and for those who want to make their home a better place. You’re one of the reasons Gotham has a brighter future.”

“So get out your checkbooks and let's make sure that he stays right where all of Gotham wants him,” Bruce toasted. “All except Gotham's criminals, of course. To the face of Gotham's bright future- Harvey Dent.”

Everyone toasted and took a sip of their champagne.

As the crowd went back to their party, Bruce turned to Demetria.

“I’m going to go outside for a bit,” he told her, pecking her cheek. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She opened her mouth to protest but it was too late - he’d wandered off. She sighed, wondering how he could he just leave her to fend for herself at their first gala together. She took a sip of her champagne, giving up and giving in to the situation at hand.

“You’re a very lucky woman,” an elderly woman marveled. “And quite adorable. I bet Martha would’ve loved you.”

“Thank you, that’s so kind,” Demetria remarked. “Were you a friend of hers?”

“We were both on the chair for many charities. Such a wonderful woman. If you’re interested, I would love to bring you aboard some of them and get you acquainted.”

“I would love that! I’m actually working with the boy’s home and helping them with renovations and whatnot.”

“How wonderful!”

“I’ve also expressed interest in helping them with schooling and whatnot.”

The gleam in the woman’s eyes softened. “Oh...really, now?”

“Yeah, I would love to do some teaching.”

“She’s going to do a fantastic job,” Harvey remarked, chiming in. He threw his hand around Demetria’s shoulders. “Those kids are going to be well looked after thanks to her.”

“I don’t doubt that,” the woman agreed before walking off.

Demetria turned to Harvey. “I think she realized I wasn’t one of them.”

“Who cares?” he shrugged. “But forgetting that, you’re seriously going to become a teacher?”

“I brought it up to Monsignor O’Malley about the possibility of teaching English. Besides, it would give me something to do that I actually like. You know, talking to them about novels and what it means to express yourself in your writing.”

“That’s fantastic!” Harvey remarked. “You would be perfect for that.”

“I hope so. How are you handling this...whatever it is?”

He sighed. “I’m...just here. How about you?”

“I wanna go into my bedroom and go under the covers and wait til’ everyone leaves.”

“Well for what it’s worth, you look beautiful tonight.”

“I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Bruce is very lucky.”

“Yeah, he should be. But he decided to give up on the party.”

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows as Demetria motioned her head to the outside. He then turned his head, the two watching Bruce and Rachel engage in what appeared to be an intense conversation.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Demetria wondered aloud.

He quickly glanced over and took a look sip of his champagne. “Probably nothing.”

Her lips curved into a smirk as she eyed Harvey. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re getting defensive.”

“And you’re annoying me.”

“After that heartfelt speech I gave, that’s the thanks I get?”

“It was alright.”

She punched him in the shoulder, causing him to cringe. “Asshole. I gave a beautiful speech.”

He rubbed his shoulder. “Well, hopefully it will be just a nice ad one you’ll give at my wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Shut the fuck up. You proposed to Rachel?”

“Not yet. I’m planning to.”

Her mouth hung open as she leaned in close. “Holy shit, dude! When?!”

“Well first there are some things I gotta-.”

“So you two are friends, yes?” another female guest inquired, cutting him off. Her arm was linked with a man who looked at least 20 years older than she did.

Harvey and Demetria turned to her. “We most certainly are,” Demetria agreed, pinching his cheek.

“So how long ago did you two date?” one man remarked, chuckling.

Harvey and Demetria’s eyes went wide.

“We never have,” Harvey answered.

The man elbowed Harvey, laughing. “Aw, c’mon son. It’s alright.”

“He’s basically my brother,” Demetria said.

The man shook his head as he and his concerned date turned away. Demetria and Harvey turned to each other.

“Oh my god these people suck,” she giggled to Harvey. “At least they’ll fund you.”

“Yeah, I could give a shit,” he retorted.

“Mind if I steal him for a bit?” Rachel asked, chiming in.

“By all means,” Demetria motioned.

Harvey and Rachel went off when Demetria noticed Bruce still standing outside. She made her way out.

“Doing ok there?”

Bruce turned to her, smiling. “So far, so good.”

“I love you but you’re not the best liar,” she chuckled, her fingers gently combing his hair. “Babe, if you want to leave, say the word and we’ll sneak out. We can go anywhere.”

“Tempting,” he remarked, smirking. “Where do you propose we go?”

She cocked her head back, shoulders shrugging. “Anywhere. We could literally get in a car and go anywhere we want.” She paused. “Anywhere you want.”

Bruce’s body turned to face her, giving her his full undivided attention. She set her glass down on the railing.

“While I think it’s sweet that you threw this for Harvey, I don’t want to be alone in a room with people I don’t know let alone give a shit about. I would rather be with you in the middle of nowhere where we don’t have to pretend we’re people that we’re not.”

His smile faltered, his eyes going to the ground. Demeteria shoulders tightened, fear creeping into her now uneasy stomach.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “What did I do?”

He shook his head. “No, you did nothing wrong. It’s...” He sighed. “I never want to keep anything from you.”

“What have you been keeping from me?” she questioned, her voice low

He scanned the area as well as the inside of the ballroom. Realizing he wasn’t the safest, let alone most secure place, he leaned closer toward her. “I’ll go in the bedroom and grab a couple things. Go tell Alfred we’re heading out. We’ll meet at the elevator, alright?”

“Bruce-.”

He kissed her cheek and made his way inside. Bruce pushed through the crowd, fielding attempts of conversation from partygoers. She threw her hands up in defeat as an annoyed exhale left her mouth.

“At least we’re leaving,” she muttered under her breath.

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In their bedroom, Bruce grabbed a set of keys for one of the cars from his safe in their closet. Realizing it was probably best to bring her anxiety med, he went into the medicine cabinet only to find it wasn’t there.

He then remembered her saying she always kept it in the drawer in her nightside table.

Figuring she put it back, he went over to it and opened the drawer and there it was. When he pulled it out, he noticed an envelope underneath with ‘For Batman’ written on it.

He quickly glanced back at the door to make sure the door was closed. He then set down the bag and opened the envelope to find a handwritten letter.

My Night Friend ,

There’s something you need to know about that viral video of the copycat.

I recognize the kitchen in the video. It’s the Fatted Calf on East 28th. A guy I briefly saw in college worked there and I hung out with him in the kitchen while he was closing up the shop.

What people don’t know is that there’s a secret room. The guy told me the owner had it made to be used as a bomb shelter back in the day. It’s located right beside the freezer. If you can get into the boss’ office, there’s a special key inside a safe that can open the door. The Joker may be taking shelter in there.

Take what you will with this information. I hope it serves you well.

Sincerely,

Your Rooftop Friend

Bruce’s couldn’t believe what he was reading. His fiancé, the love of his life, was helping the Batman. The severity of the situation as well as time the huge piece of information made him realize he needed to get both of them out of the penthouse and into the Batcave. He could explain everything to her there.

Shoving the letter into the bag, he zipped it up and made his way to the door when something on the security camera screen made him stop.

It was The Joker followed by some henchmen.

He threw the bag in the closet hurriedly, closing the door, and made his way to the party. Seeing Harvey Dent close by talking to Rachel, he figured he’d had enough time to get Harvey to safety and then grab Demetria.

He came up behind Harvey, putting Harvey in a headlock as Rachel’s eyes widened in fear.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed.

“They’re coming for him,” Bruce said, using his Batman voice. “Go grab her and get yourselves to safety.”

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Demetria spotted Alfred near the wall area. She made her way over, catching the old man’s attention.

“There you Miss Gallagher,” he greeted. “Are you having fun?”

“I feel like a zoo animal. I’ve had more people stare at me than actually talk to me. Anyway, Bruce and I are heading out.”

Alfred chuckled. “You and Master Wayne are a truly perfect fit.”

She eyed the room before leaning closer toward Alfred. “Alfred, he said he had something he’d been meaning to tell me. Any idea what it could be?”

Just then, the sound of a single gunshot silence the room. Everyone turned, including Demetria and Alfred, to see The Joker, the man from the video, enter the ballroom with his posse of men behind him wearing clown masks.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” he greeted in a sing-song voice.

His posse pointed guns at the crowd, a silent order to step back. The crowd formed a circle around The Joker.

Alfred, who was a few rows behind the crowd, stood in front of Demetria.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered to her.

She watched from behind his shoulder.

The sound of tray hitting the ground, broke the silence. The Joker looked back for a moment before turning back to the crowd.

“We are...tonight’s entertainment.” He grabbed a piece of shrimp from a table, stuffing it into his mouth. He looked around. “Only one question - where is Harvey Dent?”

He eyed around, pointing the gun at a group of women before ripping one of their glasses of champagne from their hands and taking a swig of it. He set back on the table and began questioning those he passed, occasionally grabbing at them.

“You know where Harvey is? Do you know who he is?”

He squeezed one guy’s cheek. “Do you know where Harvey is? I need to talk to him about something. Something little.”

He went up to an old white man. “You know I’ll settle for his loved ones.”

Meanwhile, Demetria felt someone grab her hand. She turned to find Rachel.

“We need to get you out of here,” Rachel whispered.

Demetria went to follow Rachel when she felt someone grab her hand.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sweetcheeks?” one of the masked men retorted.

He grabbed Demetria, despite her attempts to break free. Her heart rate quickened, stomach growing weak as the man pushed her in front of the crowd.

“Hey boss!” He called out. “It’s her!”

The Joker turned to her, his fixation on her making her blood run cold. She stood frozen and helpless. He got into her face. “So this is the future Mrs. Wayne. You’re also Harvey Dent’s best friend.”

He grabbed Demetria’s face, cradling it forcefully.

“Harvey is your best friend, isn’t he? Your buddy ol pal?” He let out a vicious cackle. “Possibly an old lover? An unrequited love? Either way, you’re somewhat of an asset to him.”

She moved her eyes, looking around as the crowd watched her in fear.

“C'mere, look at me.”

She whimpered, closing her eyes.

He tightened his grip on her hair “LOOK AT ME!”

She yelped, opening her eyes as tears filled to the brim.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh shh, shh, shh,” he hushed her teasingly. “Well you look upset.” He asked, pointing to scars on his mouth with his knife. “Is it these? Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got ‘em?”

She didn’t have time to answer, at least he didn’t bother to give her a chance to. She went to move her head when he grabbed her again. “Hey, look at me.”

She stopped moving, her eyes on him. “So, I had a wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks.”

She squirmed when The Joker pulled her back. “One day they carve her face. And we got no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this to myself. ”

She squeaked, frightened as he put the knife to his scars.

“And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! Now I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!”

He pulled her back, took the knife, and slashed her forearm, the sharp stinging, sensation causing her to let out a blood curdling scream. She collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling down her arm and onto the marble floor.

Demetria couldn’t move, her body frozen, mind unable to process what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak, her chest stinging in pain and her head growing lightheaded as the Joker stepped on her bleeding arm.

“Please help me,” she begged in between her hyperventilating. “Please...I’m...I can’t...help!”

“Why doesn’t Harvey Dent come save his best friend?!” The Joker called out.

“Let her go!”

Rachel made her way. The Joker stomped on Demetria’s arm one last time.

Alfred rushed to her side. “Deep breaths, Miss,” he whispered. “Deep breaths.”

“Alfred...I’m gonna....don’t let me...”

“You’re going to be alright.”

“Step back!” one of the masked henchman ordered, pointing a gun at Alfred.

Alfred held up his hands stepping back from Demetria. The henchman walked away as Demetria continued to hyperventilate.

She was going to die in front of everyone. Her vision became blurry, her breath uncontrollable. She watched in what she thought would be her final moments Batman attack The Joker.

In and out of blackness, she heard glass shatter followed by footsteps.

Tears strolled down her face as she struggled to breathe, trying to hold on to whatever breath she had left, her body shivering. Alfred rushed to her once again.

“Don’t just stand there!” he cried out. “Someone call a bloody ambulance!”

He gave Demetria his hand, which she held onto tightly.

“Stay with me,” he told her. “Stay with me.”

But she wasn’t sure how long she could last. Between the chest pains and the pains from her wound and the light-headedness, she was barely holding on.

How badly she wanted to see Bruce....and how could he leave her like this?

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Felinette Month 2020 - Day 19: Fallen Angel

Happy @felinettenovember! Can you guys guess what prompts I spend more than one day writing? I almost decided to try drawing the akumatized Felix before remembering that I haven’t drawn in nearly 10 years (maybe I would be better off painting it?) and wasn’t really good at people before that point... So I did this instead!

Almost 1900 words and if requested, this could have a continuation for some resolution later this year or early next year and/or potentially a piece of art to try showing Felix as an akuma and/or the object that inspired his form

Felix was close to flipping tables. Marinette had to be an angel from above with how she was handling being bullied by this Lila girl. How was it that even after the school was notified that Lila supposedly had a disease that made her compulsively lie but wasn’t antisocial personality disorder (?), the teacher refused to step in and help one of her star pupils? He shouldn’t be surprised. This was the same teacher that condoned Chloe’s defacing of Marinette’s present to count as them working together on it, even though Marinette had put actual effort into it. This was the same teacher that tried to convince Marinette to be a doormat, in the name of “setting a good example,” as though that has truly changed people that benefit from wronging others.

What he really couldn’t understand was how her friends weren’t more cautious about the liar. She had temporarily gotten Marinette expelled by claiming that she had not only cheated on a mock test, but also stolen the liar’s necklace, AND pushing the witch down the stairs. The class didn’t believe that it sounded like Marinette and YET after Marinette is returned due to the supposed uncontrollable lying diagnosis, they don’t question Lila's integrity? He couldn’t quite fathom why they wouldn’t take the things she said with a grain of salt after that very public and obvious set of lies, especially about Marinette.

And yet, here he was. Standing outside the classroom, waiting for a phone call from his driver, when he overhears the liar whispering to a few girls from the class. Marinette had been gone for an appointment the last period of school and apparently that wasn’t enough for Lila. He heard Alya exclaim, “That doesn’t really sound like Marinette…” and then a sad reply along the lines of how she knew Marinette was friends with all them but she couldn’t believe Marinette said that to her and just wanted to understand why by asking their closest friends. So on so on. Even with her verbalized doubt, it was clear from the tone she used that Alya believed it possible that Marinette had something to Lila, even if it wasn’t as severe as the liar had made it out to be. Felix didn’t need to be any closer to smell the fake crap Lila was spreading. He was sure it would have smelled over a mile away.

Rose exclaimed how she couldn’t believe how much Marinette was starting to act like Chloe and how they really needed to shake Marinette out of this. Alya volunteered to talk to her about it and encouraged them not to do anything crazy before then. It was the first time Felix felt a decent amount of respect towards Alya. Apparently she is starting to learn not to jump immediately to conclusions when it comes to Lila and Marinette. Unfortunately their other friends hadn’t gotten that much insight from the previous incidents and believed that Lila wouldn’t possibly exaggerate or make up anything and cause drama unnecessarily. Alya told the group that she had texted the girl and was going to head over to their place to hang out later that night.

Alya left, muttering how it sounded too extreme to be what Marinette had actually said. Felix had to give it to her, even if she had too much faith in the Italian, it was nice to see she wouldn’t fully discount her friend without any true evidence. Unfortunately with Alya’s departure, the voice of reason had left these girls and they were left with a snake. Felix decided to move slightly closer, just to keep an ear out for danger.

“I don’t think having a talk with her is really going to change Marinette’s mind. I mean she already knows about my health conditions and she’d rather discriminate against me than admit that I’m just trying to be friends. I reached out in good faith, painting her a picture, and she destroyed it and told me we could never be friends. It was just shockingly mean! She’s so nice to you guys so I thought this would help, especially since we like so much of the same stuff! I can’t help it if Adrien rejected her for me!”

Felix wanted to gag at that reasoning again. Marinette had worked to move on from Adrien long ago and especially hard when he had started dating Kagami over a year ago. She even started having tea and snacks with his girlfriend at least once a month, since Kagami didn’t get out much and Marinette didn’t want her to feel left out. As far as Felix knew, Marinette had long since given up on Adrien and was more focused on her personal projects than on boys, something her friends should have known by now.

“We know it’s not your fault and she should realize that too!” Rose tried to cheer up Lila.

“It’s so hard to imagine her destroying someone else’s art when she preaches about how people shouldn’t touch other’s work! Plus she has to know how much that sucks, after Chloe ruined her present for Ms. Bustier a few years ago…” Alix sounded angry enough to act impulsively and it didn’t sit well with Felix.

“To me, it just doesn’t seem like talking to her is going to be enough for her to really think about her actions, but you guys know her the best!” Lila managed to get a small amount of wavering into her voice, to convey hesitant worry and unsuccessfully attempted optimism through her small shrug. Felix may have thought that some of her lies should be relatively easy to dismiss but he had to admit that sometimes she could be a good actress.

“If we left her a message along with doing something, she wouldn’t ignore it right? Especially if she knows that if she ever does something like that again, we won’t stay friends with her…” Alix suggested. Felix felt his stomach sink. This was going bad but he couldn’t just walk in there right? He waited a moment longer to hear them start planning how they were going to ruin Marinette’s personal art project that she had been working on during her study hall, as it was sitting in a drying area of the art room. He had enough information to go talk to Damocles about what he had heard.

After hearing Felix’s concerns and hearing his stern insistence that this was actually at risk of happening, not just girl’s venting, Damocles accompanied him to the art room to check into the security of the projects inside. By the time the pair arrived though, they were too late. Nobody was in the room anymore, however Marinette’s project was beyond repair.

She had sculpted a human-like angel with arms raised with peace and joy captured remarkably on its face, an orb in its hands being presented to the sky like a holy gift. The wings had been formed into individual feathers and Marinette had just put the first layer of paint on it that day. The base color of the wings was a lovely shade of light pink, her dress had the first layer of white, the skin left a gray tone, with a small amount of darker gray and lighter gray added to certain areas to imitate how light would fall if emitted from the orb. The orb had a strange tone of light blue-green for the base. He had been enthusiastically anticipating her final painting work since she had finished the sculpting step.

Now the angel was missing a wing, the orb that had barely rested on the carved palms was separated from the hands, and the arms were no longer connected. He picked up the body of the statue gently before looking up at Damocles sadly.

“It’s too bad we didn’t get here sooner. I guess we will just have to check the school’s cameras to figure out who did this.” Damocles took a step towards the stand that the statue had previously been set on, picked up the note left on it, and read it out loud.

“‘This is for ruining Lila’s painting. You should’ve accepted her peace offering rather than blaming her for Adrien’s rejection and if you keep acting like this, you won’t have any more friends here.’--” he cleared his throat in displeased surprise, “-- I will need to take this note as evidence in this. Also, we should probably take some pictures of the damages before getting this cleaned up.”

Felix helped set the pieces of the statue on the table next to each other before the principal took out his cell phone and snapped a quick picture of that and of the note. Before the man could leave, Felix volunteered to clean up the classroom as he was sure Marinette would still want the pieces. He was also sure that Damocles would actually proceed with this investigation due to his involvement and firmness regarding the need to supply a punishment. While the punishment would not be sufficient, there would at least be some record of this incident.

Before sweeping up the tiny pieces that he didn’t expect her to care about, he sat down in a chair and held the body of the statue. His fingers ran over the one remaining wing despite the paint smearing on his skin, feeling the texture his classmate had managed for the feathers. It was an amazing work that would be difficult to replicate, if Marinette even decided it was worth doing again. Part of him hoped she would redo the remarkable piece. He felt anger bubbling just below the surface of his sadness, anger that the girls that were supposedly her friends would do this. Anger that their school was not secure for her. Anger that he wasn’t able to protect her, even having heard the plans. Grief over being too slow to protect her. Crushing sadness that she couldn’t trust her classmates, her supposed friends, to even ask her about a situation before trusting another’s words about her. Someone that had very publicly lied to get her suspended just the last school year. He was so busy with his thoughts and the statue that he missed the purple butterfly coming towards him until it settled into the statue.

“Hello Ange Déchu. I am Hawk Moth. The people around you pass judgement on the innocent and work on behalf of the wicked. It must be frustrating to watch them work to break the people you care about. I will give you the power to understand people’s intentions and apply your chosen consequences on them so you can protect the ones you love. In exchange you would give me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

In this akumatized form, he could not only protect Marinette but also help her get revenge on the manipulative witch. She would be his queen, his direction, and she would be able to decide how she wanted to apply justice.

“Yes Hawk Moth. I will deal out Marinette’s justice and get the miraculous for you.” The akumatized Felix, called Fallen Angel, unfurled his black wings and pushed off the ground to fly to Marinette’s side. He would protect her first and foremost. Then they would deal with the witch and her flying monkeys however she saw fit.

#felinette month 2020 #felinette month #akumatized felix #lila salt #alya sort of redeemed?#some bustier salt #damocles actually does SOMETHING #felinette #miraculous ladybug

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Headcanons for being a younger Avenger and mentoring Kamala

Kamala Khan x reader

warnings: avengers game spoilers, guns

a/n: so excited about this one; i made y/n just a bit older (and gn!) so that they’re in their mid-early teens during a-day! hope thats okie doke! reader has electrokinesis. this accidentally got really detailed

prompt: anonymous: “Hey there! Would you mind writing HCs for the Avengers Game about female reader being a young Avenger (around 17) and mentoring Kamala Khan?”

you were just a kid yourself when you joined the avengers

and you were an inspiration to kids around the world

“does SHIELD think nothing of child labor laws?” -bruce

the avengers became your family

and seeing what you could do...they knew you could handle yourself

and then a-day happened

the day started off so perfect

and the kids went ballistic over seeing you

“y/h/n! look, it’s y/h/n!”

“can i get a picture?”

“hi, guys! of course you can!”

but there was one kid who stuck out among the rest

kamala khan

“you’re the one who wrote about the sewers, right? i freaking loved it! may i just say your art is amazing?”

“r-really?”

“oh, yeah! and the part where you had thor spin mjölnir to push water towards the sewer lizards so i could shock them? genius!”

she could not wait to tell abu about what you had just said

you obviously took a selfie with her and handed her a little pin with your own “icon” on it

but your world got turned upside down that day

the battle was one you’d never forget

and the fighting with your own teammates afterwards would haunt you for years to come

“what do you know, y/n?! you’re just a kid!” -tony

“oh yeah? im one of the only functioning members of this team!”

“everybody calm down. y/n makes a good point, but—” -nat

“thank you”

“...but there’s some stuff you should leave up to us. you really shouldn’t have to take on so much responsibility” -nat

“she’s right, y/n. this was our fault” -bruce

“are you kidding me?! i’m just as guilty as the rest of you, i’m an equal member of this team! for years we’ve dealt with this together, taken the blame together! what’s changed?”

“y/n...you saw what we did out there. that changed everything...” -bruce

you technically were an inhuman, just not terrigen-based

didnt matter to AIM, they took dr. pym for god’s sake

so you had to run, you were on your own for a while

a long while

you laid low for five years, most boring five years of your life

at least you still had your life, though. it just wasn’t what it used to be

but you got a message one day

“‘tiny dancer,’ huh? my moneys on either nat or tony. nah, tony would have chosen ‘rocket man.’”

you couldn’t be sure, maybe it was just a random shield agent...maybe hank pym? god, this was crazy

the message brought you to, uh, cap’s memorial statue

and there was a young girl arguing with a couple of boys...an inhuman!

you hopped in and saved her, she seemed scared

“hey, kid, you alright?”

“y/h/n? is it really you?”

she seemed vaguely familiar

“are you tiny dancer?”

“no, i thought you might be? they sent you here, too?”

there wasn’t much time to chat, AIM was onto you

you two unfortunately got split up for a minute, but you were practically raised by the notorious clint barton and natasha romanoff, and various other spies

yes, you planted a tracker on her

and met her at the bus stop!

“you found me?”

“that i did, kamala. see, i do remember you”

“that is so cool! i mean—not almost getting killed, or the guy with the big head...”

“what guy? you need to tell me everything”

the whole busride was a bit overwhelming. kamala explained the resistance clues, her powers, her undying admiration for the avengers, you name it

but it made you feel good to know that there were people out there that didn’t hate you

“so what was it like? being the teenage avenger?”

“uh, it was...it was really cool. i felt like i was one-of-a-kind. but sometimes people didn’t take me seriously, it was kind of aggravating”

“yeah, no one takes me seriously either...”

“you know, depending on how this all goes, i might be able to give you a few pointers”

“really?! that’d be great!”

once you got to utah...you saw the chimera

it brought back some bad memories, kamala could tell

“you okay?”

“me? yeah, im good. just thinking...okay, well, do you have a plan on how to get yourself across all of this?”

“actually, i do!”

it was kind of creepy in there, but when you laid your eyes on caps shield, you kind of broke

“do you hear something, what it that?”

“...hulk. kamala, you need to get out of here, i’ll catch up to you, i swear”

she didn’t leave in time, so she got to see the greener side of bruce. you chased him back and tried to get bruce back

meanwhile, kamala found AIM troops...oops

bruce cooled off and man was he doing rough

“y/n, is that really you?”

“yeah, its me. surprise. how long have you been the big guy?”

“too long...a few years”

“jesus, im sorry. i’ll be right back, though. some kid brought me here, i gotta go get her. you kinda scared her off”

she was passed out when you got to her

but bruce is a doctor, he’d figure it out

“i could give her a little shock to wake her up, you know?”

“oh, i know. just let her rest for a minute. she needs it”

“right...well im gonna take a look around, maybe go see what i left behind. i could power the place up, but we’re missing some parts to actually get this thing running. best i can do is lights and doors”

you turned the little things on and turns out did leave a decent amount of stuff in here

your first pair of pistols that nat gave you, the gigantic stein that thor gifted you for your 13th birthday, gadgets tony needed an “extra boost” for *bzzt*, a note from cap that just said “good luck, y/n, you’re going to do great!” you cant even remember what it was he was referring to. you just missed him

kamala walked in while you were shuffling around and cleaning the place up

“hey, dr. banner wanted me to come get you. is this your room?”

“that it is, and it’s a huge mess. this is literally all my belongings ever”

bruce had his plan and you just went along, helping kamala out as you go

“baby steps, kam, don’t want you to pass out. but don’t worry, happens to the best of us” -you

“really? you pass out too?” -kamala

“oh yeah, for sure. tell her bruce, remember that time we had thor overcharge me to literally make me an EMP? and tony was busy listening to music so he wouldn’t get out of the blast radius and his armor shut down? so he was out of commission and i had just collapsed from it all? good times”

“y/n, we thought you died” -bruce

this hc is so long omg — anyways you guys ended up finding tony and it was sort of entertaining but he kinda punched bruce and then hugged you

“you got so big”

“shut up, tony”

you kinda harbored some bad feelings since none of the avengers did anything to help you once they started rounding up inhumans (but you still missed them)

getting attacked again

“okay, kamala, remember what i said about baby steps. dont overdo it. i trust you with this!”

“thank you, y/n! uh—oh my god!”

aaaanyways you went to the ant hill to see hank and pick up some supplies, boy was it great to see some familiar faces, then back the the chimera you went to fix it all up

“can you hold that right there for me, kamala? thanks. i think that just about does it. now i have a surprise for you...your own room!”

you helped kamala get it nice and tidy while talking about each other’s lives, she really did remind you of yourself when you became an avenger. excited, scared, underestimated, all of that. and she begged you to share some mission stories, so you obviously did

“you know, if you stick around for a while, you’re gonna have some cool stories, too. maybe even a kickass costume.”

“oh! a costume, ive got that sorta covered. check it out. a burkini, muslim women wear it for swimming and stuff. my mom got it for me”

“love it. soon we’ll find you a fitting name and update the suit, but seriously, this was the perfect way to go. you look great”

“you think so? i don’t know if i feel that cool. maybe i should try something else?”

“if that’s how you feel, you don’t have to stick to it. you can experiment all you want! but i really think you did awesome on this. come on, pose with me! and hey, i like your pins.”

at this point, you’d do anything for kamala, she reminded you so much of yourself. you would have killed for a mentor your age back in the day.

natasha was in fact tiny dancer...called it

“oh, god, y/n. you’re all grown up...im sorry we left you alone. but if it makes you feel better, i always kept an eye on you”

“well, i kind of took on a protégé...she’s like your grand-protégé. kam, c’mere”

after thor finally came back, everyone started fighting again and ditched, it felt so familiar. but you couldn’t leave kamala behind, you swore to yourself that you couldn’t do that.

she was so good for this team

MODOK was defeated (by kamala herself) but there was so much left to do, tons of threats to extinguish, training to accomplish

“y/n, tony won’t turn his dad rock off! he overrode the speakers in my room”

“oh, it’s on. get chastity’s fabric dye and bleach pens. we’re gonna start some trouble”

she gave you a high five one time and nearly broke your arm

sending each other tiny hand memes

“hey, ms. m, how’re your parents? doing okay without their favorite super-daughter?”

“my abu doesn’t stop texting me actually, says my family is super proud of me. it’s a nice change of pace”

you take her on covert missions for field training, it was Educational(tm)

*elevator music playing* “so...what do you want for dinner? i was thinking we could ask thor to barbecue”

sleepovers in her room that just turn into her showing you her superhero merch, listening to music, prank lists, sneaking off to the HARM room for hand-to-hand combat training and power experiments, thinking up new costume designs

“tip: you always need backup suits, you never know what you’re gonna run into out there. one time tony pushed me into a tower of paint cans and they spilled all over me. steve yelled at him for two hours afterwards. worst mission ever, except steve said ‘motherfucker’ and i have never recovered from the emotions of that day”

“wow, i wish i could have been there for that”

“don’t worry, kami, you’ll see some crazy ‘team bonding’ along the way”

she geeks out about captain marvel sometimes

“hey, i’ve got a book carol gave to me about ‘teens taking responsibility.’ you wanna read it?”

“is it any good?”

“i don’t know, i only read the first two pages”

you ended up having a true heart-to-heart with her after one mission when she made a mistake that nearly cost you guys the mission. you told her that not every mission is going to go perfect, each avenger had slipped up in the field, and she had just started, shes not going to be perfect

“i am literally always here if you need anything. i know what it feels like to be a teenager among legends, but trust me, you’ve made it this far and you’ve proven how much of a badass you are. i know you can take anything that gets thrown at you”

kamala said she makes vegan nachos and yeah she makes vegan nachos

you guys have to hide from the rest of the team when she makes them bc they eat ALL OF THEM

gaff (the SHEILD vendor) has you test his gear, you recommend gear to kamala

you were so excited to guide kamala on her journey of heroism

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