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misguidedasgardian · 1 year

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The Winter Sun (16)

16. The God's wood

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Summary: A child born in Winter was a good omen

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, birth of a baby (nothing described), fluff, talk about death and miscarriages, talk about childbirth, and death in childbirth, breastfeeding, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.3 k

Notes: I don’t really like how I name the baby BUT that is canon! Cregan’s first child is name like that so… anyways IT'S HAPPENNING PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Cregan was stunned… he couldn’t find you anywhere, he was also becoming scared, but the alarms didn’t go off so he doubted something bad had befell you. He looked for you in the battlements, and nothing, you were not in your rooms, not in the library, nor in the Kitchens, not the room that had turned into yours and Sara’s sewing room, and you were not with the Maester. He finally had the courage to scout the Godswood, but you weren’t that either.

So he started to ask around if people had seen you, and the path took him to the kitchens again.

“Yes, she and Sara are down the earth, in the hot springs”, said Thelma, as she whisked the batter for a pie Sara had requested of her. Cregan looked at the woman incredulously

“Couldn’t you just tell me that earlier?”, he asked, and she looked at him and chuckled

“Made you look!”, she teased, and he chuckled darkly, and left the kitchens

So you where in the Hotsprings below the castle

He was not surprised, but he tried to suppress his anger, those hot springs had a very high temperature, specially in your state, but he had to remind himself that one, Targaryens did prefer the heat, it had been proven by maesters that you had a higher tolerances for higher temperatures than normal people, and two, that you had good instincts you had learned to follow, so if you were in the Hot Springs, it meant you really felt the need to go, that you really believe it could do you good.

He had to dispose of his cape, his vest and his boots before he went down the stairs, because he was already sweating, the steam that came from down below was hitting him strongly.

The set of old stone stairs opened to a wide cave, that looked like a pavilion, a huge bath house for the natural hot springs that had been here since the beginning of time, and the reason Winterfell was built where it was

You were lying down in the edge of the hot pool, on your side, your big belly between your hugging arms, Sara was by your side, half of her body in the waters, you were both dressed in short light dresses, that were completely soaked. You were conversing happily, giggling like two little girls, Cregan stopped on his tracks and just watched the scene, amused.

How did he get so lucky?

Fate had brought his sister to Winterfell’s doors, and he loved her dearly, a dragon had brought you to Winterfell’s gates… you both, you three… were everything to him

“Cregan!”, greeted Sara, you turned around with a smile on your face

“My love”

“Hello you two, can I join you?”

“Well of course!”, you said, patting the palace right by your side, where he took a seat, placing his feet under the hot, almost boiling water.

But it was relaxing nonetheless once you get used to it.

You went into the waters and floated around happily Cregan soon joined you, taking you in his arms

“this is the only place that gives me comfort”, you whined, smiling, “I feel so heavy all the time, floating around soothes me”

“I understand that”, he kissed your wet temple, as you floated around happily

“I don’t understand why we don’t come to this place more often”, muttered Sara with a shy smile, “it is so relaxing”

“It is”, said Cregan

“Agreed”, you giggled, “if it was enough my dragon could be happy here”

“Speaking of dragons, how is Dragonstone?”, she asked you both

“It is one of the greatest things I have ever seen”, Cregan muttered, “The whole island rests on Dragon glass, and the castle itself seems to be carved right off the stone, dragons sculpted everywhere, a great fortress, it is breathtaking”

“Did you see the dragons?”, she asked, amazed

“Only flying from afar”, he said, “it is very dangerous to get close to them”, you added

“One day we will take you”, promised Cregan, and you nodded enthusiastically

Perhaps, when Rhaenyra is Queen, you could ask her to proclaim Sara legitimate, you haven't spoken about it with Cregan or Sara, but it is something you wanted so badly for her. Perhaps when it’s done…

“When winter is over, you could travel through the kingdoms on dragonback!”, you said happily

“You know Vhaelar actually likes me!”, Sara offered, “Well, she hasn't thrown fire at me, so I’m guessing it’s a good sign!”, she giggled

“That is indeed a good beginning”, you giggled

You spend the rest of the afternoon in the Hot Springs, until Cregan dragged you both out, saying it was too much, your baby moved around in your belly, restless. So Cregan took you to the kitchens, to feed you both.

The pie Thelma had cooked for you was ready, so you enjoyed it together in the great hall

“I have to go to the woods to hunt”, Cregan told you, “a group of stags had been spotted near the river, It would be good to have some extra meat if needed”, he explained

“I wish you luck husband”, you whispered with a shy smile

“It shouldn’t be more than a couple of days”, he said simply, grabbing your hand over the table

Cregan left the very next morning and came back in two days, as promised, tired and freezing, but with fresh meat to eat.

You celebrated with roast deer those coming days.

So you kept navigating through winter, Cregan was exchanging letters with his friend Ben, of how much he wanted to see him, you haven{t met him yet, but Cregan had told you many stories about him, how he was his closest friend, he had even send you a present for your unborn child, and you couldn’t wait to meet him.

You also couldn’t wait to meet your child, you were growing heavier by the day, so uncomfortable, your feet hurt at the end of each day, your belly button had begun to pop, and according to the servants and the midwife it was a sign that the birth was near. And you were happy for it.

Cregan had been occupied most day, making preparation, he covered every window in your rooms with a plank of wood and furs except for one, so you could still watch over Winter’s Town

You were over a moon shy of finally having him in your arms.

It was the middle of the morning and still, there was darkness everywhere. The presence of the Lord of Winterfell was required in Winter’s Town, a problem between lords, and cattle to take meat, so he had to go to settle the quarrel. It was easily resolved by throwing a few coins at the problem.

The snow and cold had taken hold of his body, but still, you were nearing the end of the pregnancy, so the freezing cold did not deter Cregan, who had grabbed an oil lamp and ventured himself deep in the Godswood, with the Heart tree being the only destiny in his mind.

With the ghostly face in front of him, he fell to his knees and placed his hands together in prayer. And with one last look towards that carved face, he closed his eyes in concentration.

“Gods”, he called, “Gods of the streams, the forests, the rocks, Gods of beasts, of men, of children, I beseech you”, he spoke with a trembling voice, begging, “You who whisper when the winds blows and when the birds sing, all of you who linger in the winter, who bring life in the midst of death…”, he opened his eyes again, looking at those eyes who were looking right back at him, “I beg of you, protect my wife”, he said gently, “protect her and my unborn child, let her live to see our baby grow big and strong, she is a good and kind woman, please protect her….”

Only silence was his answer, but he felt at peace when he heard the wind blows through the trees

After everything he had lived through and everyone he lost he found himself constantly feeling this horrible sensation, of that the same fate as his first two wives might befall you, his young wife and mother to their unborn child.

And he couldn’t bear it, not again, if he loses you, he might as well die right by your side, he was going to do everything in his power to prevent it

But there was this moment where he felt content, even if he followed the Old Gods and their traditions, he wasn’t quite devote, so he really hoped his prayers were answered, and for a second he believed they were, he heard the rustling of the leaves, a soft whisper in the air, and far, far away, the howling of Autumn deep in the Wolf’s wood

It was so peaceful

“CREGAN!”, and now the screech of his sister, “CREGAN!”, She called again and he turned, alarmed, he could not see her, so he stood up, grabbing the lamp and he started running towards the entrance of the God’s Wood

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?”, he asked, alarmed

“You fool! Where were you? I have been looking for you everywhere!”, she cried, grabbing into his arms, “it’s time! She is in labor! she had been for hours!”, she said with a wide smile

“I am going to be a father?”, he asked, his eyes shiny, and Sara nodded enthusiastically

“YES! NOW GO YOU IDIOT!”, he passed by her running, dropping the lamp that broke against the ground, but he couldn’t care less

He was going to be a father!

He thought fleetingly that he had never run so fast in his life, everything around him going by in a blur. He almost jumped the short steps towards the entrance of the castle and he shoved every person on his way screaming how sorry he was, he found the stairs and ran even faster, when he finally reached the last floor of the castle, where his rooms were, he heard your screams. They were like screams of someone fighting for their life, screams of war and battle… He stopped in his tracks, scared out of his mind, not wanting to go in.

What if something went badly?

What if you perished afterwards?

What if his babe…?, he didn’t even want to think about it.

And then, there was calm, silence, you had stopped your screams, and he decided, really, he didn’t decide anything, his feet took him to venture inside the room, he ran, opened the door widely, just as the cries of his first born child reached his ears.

He didn’t realize he was holding his breath, not until he let out all the air in his lungs, and you found his eyes and you smiled, widely, you were sweaty, bloody, messy, and you never looked more beautiful

“It’s a boy!”, screamed the midwife, with a crying, bloodied bundle in her arms

“Cregan!”, you called, and he ran to your side

“I was not here!”, he lamented, kissing your face, your sweaty forehead, taking your hands in his, “my love I’m so sorry!”, he cried

“It was so fast!”, you chuckled tiredly, “it came very quickly, you do not need to be sorry”

“Two pushes and he was out my lord!”, cheered a maid that had helped you through the whole delivery

“Here he is!”, the midwife said, “cleaned and ready to meet his parents! a healthy baby boy”, your babe was crying softly, his little hands above the fabrics searching for something, or someone.

She placed it gently in your arms, and you looked down at his little reddened face, you accommodated him against your chest, and his cries stopped, he tried to open his eyes but he barely could, he was so small, and chubby, his hair dark just like his father’s

Cregan fell to his knees by your side, to look at him, you didn’t even realize you were crying happy tears, relieved tears

“Our baby!”, he cried as well, placing hand on it’s head, so small in comparison, “look at him”, he said, enamored, “he is so perfect”, he whispered

“He is kind of small isn’t he?”, you asked, “it’s a little red…”, you were not quite convinced, and you were weary and scared, if something was wrong you wouldn’t know how to tell

“It is normal my lady”, giggled the midwife, “I shall fetch the maester, to have a look at him”, you nodded. “You did not had any reapings, so you should have make a quick recovery, no blood was lost, either way, I will fetch the maester”

You look at your son and you couldn’t believe you had him in your arms, it felt surreal, you knew why they called them “bundles of joy”, you felt so happy, a warmth in your chest that took a hold on you whole, you felt joyous, you felt like you could explode with love for this little person that you held so comfortably against you, like he belonged there, like he was created to fit perfectly in your arms and against you chest. You whined in happiness, still happy tears rolled down your eyes

You looked up at Cregan and he was looking down at you with suck love and wonder in his gray eyes like you had never seen before

“Would you like to hold him?”, you asked Cregan, and he nodded. You passed on the baby to him, and he held it in his arms carefully. Once he was safe in his father’s arms, the maids and the midwife cleaned you, took the afterbirth with them, and left you with cleaned sheets, and then they left.

“We must tell the happy news to everyone!”, one said, and the left you in the comfort of your rooms

Your still nameless child had fallen asleep in Cregan’s arms, and you sighed, tired. Childbirth brought you a pain you had never felt before, a crippling pain, and then when you finally expelled it from your body you felt an incredible relief, a soothing sensation washing over you, but now, that adrenaline has passed, the pain has returned, and also, you felt so tired…

“How are you feeling my love?”, he asked softly

“I feel like I’ve been trampled by a herd of wild horses”, you said with a tired smile, “but I will be alright”

“If something happens to you I swear…” he sighed heavily against your temple, “I’ll die right with you”

“I’m fine”, you assured him, and he smiled, “we have to name our child”, you said with a tired smile.

He laid down by your side, your sleeping baby in his arms, you both looked at him

“How shall we name him?”, he asked then

“Should we name him like your father?”, you asked, “Rickon?”, he looked at you wide eyed

“Would you like that? Name him as my father?”

“I love that name”, you whispered. “It’s a northmen name”, you said happily, so he nodded

“Then it’s Rickon Stark”, he said

The maester showed up shortly after, with a shy smile. He entered the room after knocking

“The old gods had blessed you, my lord!”, he said, “they brought you a son!”

“They did”, he said gently

“Would you let me examine him?”, you begrudgingly agreed and let him take Rickon, he placed him gently at the foot of the bed and he undressed him, his little chubby arms and legs moved desperately

“It’s cold!”, you complained, but Cregan only chuckled

“10 toes”, the old man said, tickling his small feet, “10 fingers”, he said then, and he touched him in his belly, he grabbed his arms gently, and his legs, he examined him, then he placed his finger in front of his little face and move it around, he hummed, contented, “he has your eyes princess”, he said, then looking at you, “the eyes of old Valyria”, you sighed happily, “he is a healthy baby boy”, he placed him back into your arms, covered in a small fox fur

“You can tell the people of Winter’s town”, Cregan said, proud, “Winterfell has it’s heir, is a boy named Rickon, like my father before me”

“A strong winter child”, he said, “the people will be happy”, he gave you sips of milk of the poppy and then he left your small family again

“Are you proud?”, you asked, your eyes filled with hope and wonder

“Proud?”, he asked, raising his gaze from the babe in his arms to look at you

“I want you to be proud of me, and our little family”, you explained gently

“I’m not only proud, but I’m possibly the happiest men on the world right now”, he said, “look at our child, look at what you give to me”, he said gently, “I love you, and I couldn’t be prouder”

With that in mind you dozed off, thanks to the milk of the poppy, and relying on Cregan’s body for support

“We have a big bed wife, one day we will be all squeezed up with all the children we are going to have”, you heard faintly before falling asleep.

You woke up a couple of hours later, with the cries of RIckon, you jumped out of bed to find him crying in Cregan’s armas, who looked kind of desperate and once you were awake, he looked guilty for awakening you

“I think he might be hungry”, you whispered. The midwife had come close to you the last moon, to talk to you about this kind of thing, cares for your babe, you had insist you wanted to breastfeed him yourself, you reached at Cregan and with a wide smile, he placed Rickon back into your arms

“There you are little one”, you greeted gently, you released one of your breasts from your night shirt, and palace him near your nipple, he latched on immediately, and it tickle you when he started to suck, it felt so strange

Cregan held you in his arms as you fed Rickon, dropping comfort kisses on your shoulder, and he caressed your arms.

There was no need for words, you only shared this intimate moment, with your newborn in your arms, and your husband by your side.

Rickon fell asleep soon after, and you giggled, Cregan grabbed him and placed him in the crib that you had placed specially for this moment, a beautiful wooden crib, carves with beautiful Northerner designs, sent by one of Cregan’s closest friends, Ben Tallhart, Lord of Torrhen’s square.

He look through the window and gasped in surprise, he then looked back at you

“Look” he said softly, you reached for him and he helped you raise from the bed with difficulty, and then walk towards the window with a view of winter’s town, you gasped, amazed, all around town big torches had been lit up, pires all around, it looked like the town itself was aflame, but the reflection of the snow made it wonderful, “do you know what it is?”, he said, amazed, “the people of the town lit fires in your honor, their fire lady, in celebration of the birth of our son”, he said proudly

“Really?”, you asked, tears in your eyes

“Really”, he assured you, he hugged you kissing the top of your head, “thank you my love”

“For what?”, you giggled

“For everything”, he said, kissing the side of your face

. . .

What you did not know is that as your baby boy drew his first breath, King Viserys, in King’s landing, drew his last.

More notes!: I wanted to make the birth swift and quickly... because she will have more children and just didn't want to make it very dramatic...

ANYWAYS como se dice en espanol... ya va llegando gente al baile! hahaha

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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 12- Magic Pencil

Chapter 11

The rain is still falling as we see Aster flying faster and faster through the woods. He knows where Asha is and he doesn't want to keep her waiting a second longer.

Aster is animated with sketchy lines all over him, reflecting the rain that is falling down.

Aster stops flying once he reaches a clearing in the forest. This is where he sent Asha to... But she's not there.

"ASHA! ASHA I MADE IT! WHERE ARE YOU?!" The star yells for her name as he looks around.

No response... So he might as well ask to the ones who were there when she landed here.

Aster flies to a tree and use his magic to bring it to life. The tree now has two holes for eyes and another for a mouth. The tree gives Aster a concerned glance, noting how distressed the star seems.

"Excuse me, have you seen a girl wearing a purple dress around here?" The star asks politely even though he's very worried.

The tree uses one of it's branches to point towards a cave on a mountain nearby.

"Thank you!" Aster thanks the tree while already flying to the cave at full speed "ASHA?! ARE YOU IN-" And sure enough, she was.

Aster is standing on the entrance of the cave as he sees Asha sitting there, leaning on the stone walls while hugging her knees.

The walls of the cave are filled with shiny gems and diamonds, it would be a beautiful sight in any other situation.

Asha heard Aster but she didn't move. Still remaining with her face hidden between her legs

Aster is relieved to find her "There you are! See? I told you I'd be back before you knew it, didn't I?..." Aster asks with a smile on their face...

Asha remained on the same position, but she lifted her face up so Aster could see her, she looks... Hopeless.

The star realizes this isn't a moment for celebration yet... And notices also that she's shivering because of the rain.

Aster sits next to her in silence. And uses his cape as a blanket to wrap around her back. Asha doesn't react to that, still remaining with her head down.

He tries to light up the mood with an forced smile this time "... So umm bet you're wondering how I made it, right? Ya know it's actually kinda funn-"

"They didn't believe me." Asha's voice came out as a hollow whisper.

Aster stops talking... He looks at her like he wants to tell her something but they can't find the right words. So she just continues:

"I thought- I REALLY thought I could make them see the truth... But... He did it, he won." Asha hides her face between her knees again.

Aster tries to interrupt that thought "No he didn't, actually- He-"

"YES HE DID!" Asha exclaims, quickly lifting her head to look at Aster... He notices the tears running down her face "They managed to convince EVERYONE that I'm a traitor. Do you understand that? I can't ever go back." Her voice sounds broken with pain.

Aster places a hand on her back to try calm her down "W-we'll figure this out, trust me, you just gotta believe in-"

"What? Believe in myself? "Implicitly and unquestionably"?" She quotes what Aster told her on the previous night, now she looks at the star irritated.

Her voice is exasperated as she speaks "Well, I did, just like you said Aster, I believed I could inspire them, I BELIEVED I could save their wishes, and I didn't question myself for a second, and look where that got me." She extends her arms to indicate the cave they are in right now.

Aster is staring at her with sadness clear in his eyes, still at a loss for words. Asha can tell how the light coming from his hair seems dimmer than before... She tries taking some deep breaths as she continues, now with a disheartened tone:

"*sigh* I- I don't know WHAT you see in me that made you think I could make a difference but... I can't, okay? We were wrong..." She puts on the hood of her mother's cloak to cover herself.

Aster hears those words attentively, trying their best to think on what to say, what can he do to show her that this isn't true?...

With one hand, he carefully moves the hood so she can look at him, and she does, her teary eyes are now looking to the side to keep eye contact with him.

"... You wanna know what I see in you?" He asks with a hopeful smile "I see a girl who inspired a whole lot of people with just her voice, YOU DID make a difference-"

Aster doesn't even know about how she also managed to convince a lot of people to question how things were in Rosas when she was confronting the king... But if he knew he'd definitely be mentioning this now.

He's just talking about the song they played together.

"That wasn't me, that was my father’s song" Asha says with downcast eyes

"That WAS you!"

"Aster! Listen." She looks at him seriously "We've only known each other for a day... You don't know me. You think I'm some kind of hero, but I'm just some girl who accidentally found out a horrible truth about my home." She turns to sit with her back away from Aster "And now, no matter what I do the king and queen are always one step ahead... I.can't.do.this." She says slowly so the star can understand.

Aster can see the light of her star dimming... Her hope is vanishing. He can also feel his own light growing weaker...

She says that he doesn't know her, but Aster knows that couldn't be farther from the truth.

... He promised himself he'd never tell her this but... It might help her see what he sees in her... Aster takes a deep breath and says:

"... I know you a lot more than you think."

"Oh yeah? What do you know?" Asha says, doubting him completely.

The star thinks for a moment on what to say... He remembers something, and starts making a butterfly with his star dust, as he tells her with nostalgia in their voice:

"Well... For starters, I know that when you were little, every time you found a butterfly... you'd chase after it, trying to draw the patterns on their wings perfectly" Asha's eyebrows arched in surprise when she heard the star casually speak about a childhood memory of her's "And you never gave up on it, even if it was really hard to draw them... You were always... SO so happy when you got at least a little bit of the pattern right..." Aster talks about it with a feeling of admiration, while he looks at the glowing butterfly on his hand.

Asha turns back to look at the star, her sadness now replaced with confusion.

"... Wait, what?"

Aster makes the butterfly disappear as continues talking while looking Asha in the eyes, he's smiling serenely but his eyes carry a hint of pain.

"I also know that when you met Dario, you inspired all your friends to learn sign language. And even if learning it was hard, you didn't give up."

"Y-you know my friends?" She asks now perplexed... Was he just pretending he didn't know Dahlia and Simon earlier?

Aster voice becomes more heavy and the light from their hair dims slightly as he says:

"And I know that even when you felt sad after failing... The many, many times you felt sad, and... All I could do was watch from the sky... You always managed to get up and try again..." As he get's to the last line his voice changes from heavy to showing a sense of wonder, like he admires that aspect of her immensely.

Asha is at a loss for words... Aster has known her even before she made her wish? But didn't say anything?... Why?

"... Aster, how do you know all that?" She asks him with her mind full of other questions.

The star lets out a sigh, he really REALLY hopped he wouldn't have to tell her this... They always get emotional thinking about it... But again, he gotta prove to her that he really does know her, and he knows she's the one who can save Rosas.

"... Remember how I told you wishing star's gain conscience from their first wish?" The boy asks now looking down on the floor of the cave, he has a distant gaze and his smile is no longer present.

Asha slowly nods positively.

Aster closes his eyes as he quotes the first words he ever heard:

"... "May my granddaughter's days be filled with joy, and she never experiences sorrow such as this."... That was my first wish."

And just like that, Asha understands... Her Saba made that wish.

The two share a glance for a moment, Asha is speechless as she process this new information, Aster lets it all sink in for a moment.

He then continues explaining, now sitting in a drooped posture with his voice sounding numb:

"These words are my first memory... followed by the feeling of grief, the sound of a baby crying, and the smell of smoke..." Asha knows what he's referring to. The fire that took her parents away. "I didn't understand any of it at the time... But as I grew I learned what the words meant. What a "Granddaughter" meant for my wish maker... What the word "joy" meant... What the feeling of "sorrow" meant... So I learned my purpose was to make YOU happy..." Aster confesses with a heaviness in his voice, like the memories of all the times he couldn't make her happy are flowing back to him.

The light from his hair is flickering and his animation becomes even more sketched out and unfinished.

Asha sits closer to him as she asks "... Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause' I knew reminding you about Sabino would make you sad... And I'm supposed to make you happy..." Aster voice cracks with that last sentence, and Asha sees something she never expected to see from the star... He's tearing up.

Tears start running down their eyes. The tears look like a liquid blue night sky. Aster continues to speak, his head is down as he's now trying to hold a few sobs while speaking:

"But I'm just terrible at it, aren't I? *sob* I don't know what I'm doing... And I was so SO excited when you wished upon me of all stars, because I thought "That's my chance! I'll finally be able to do something, to make her happy, right?"... But look where I got us." The star extends his arms to indicate the cave they're in, the same way Asha did earlier.

Asha looks around the cave filled with diamonds on it's walls... She didn't notice them before...

She looks back to Aster and realizes some of his tears are falling on the grassy floor... The grass quickly wither and decays once the star's tears get in contact with it. That surprises Asha even more, she thought all that Aster could bring was life...

She looks at the star with pity as he continues:

"Sabino is gone and I never managed to grant his wish... Wether I try doing it from the sky or from land... I keep failing him... I keep failing you." Aster's light is so dim that a candle inside the cave would probably create more light.

The roles reverse, as now Asha is the one who tries to show the star what she sees in him.

"... That's not true... You made me happy a bunch of times." She says placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Like when?" Aster asks, still not looking at her.

... A serene smile crept across her face as she remembers everything they've already been through, she starts to list all the things that made her happy:

"When we first met and you were so fascinated by everything around you... When we danced together in the forest, or when you jumped inside my sketchbook... When you woke me up to tell me you made friends with the sun... When you gave me flowers... When we played music together at the plaza... When you fixed my wish... " She places a hand on her chest, feeling that sensation of having her wish back with her again, as well as the joy all those moments brought her.

"And you did all that without even trying to make me happy, you did it just by being yourself." She adds, giving Aster a reassuring smile.

The star is looking at her from the corner of his teary eyes, with his face still turned downward, though he's still upset some light returns to him, now he's about as bright as an old lantern.

"...hm" He simply hums, not sure of what to say.

Asha tries to dry his tears with her finger, a shiver runs down her spine, the star's tears are cold as ice, a contrast to how warm Aster usually is. So instead she lets his tears flow some more, as long as he needs them to.

"Also, of course you can't make me happy all the time... That's not how life works." Asha explains calmly.

Aster nods slowly at that, as if it's something he already knows but he doesn't like that it's true "I know... I just wish I could..."

Aster's eyebrows raise in surprise by his own words... There he is again, "wishing" for things.

"When you were in the sky... How could you make me happy?" Asha asks curious, trying to talk about this might make them both forget about their problems for a while.

The light on Aster's hair starts to glow slightly brighter.

Aster begins to explain, his tone sounds less sorrowful "Just by throwing some subtle magical interventions in the form of "luck"... Sometimes give you a good dream after a bad day... Or, as of recently, BEFORE a bad day." Aster says with a smile slowly forming in the corner of his lips.

Asha looks confused for a moment, she was about to ask what he meant by that but... She remembered.

The dream she had the night before her birthday, of a boy made of light trying to warn her not to give away something important... It was Aster.

(Yeah bet ya'll forgot that was mentioned in chapter 2, right?... Also, hi! I've been awfully quiet huh? This scene means a lot for me y'all, they're so cute GAAAAAH.)

"It was you, wasn't it?... The boy I saw in my dream. You tried warning me to not give away my wish." She says with a smile, the realization that Aster tried to protect her even before they formally met, that makes her feel even safer with the star.

"Yeah... Couldn't have predicted the lengths they'd go to steal it from you though." Aster's eyes become a bit downcast as he remembers how he could only watch as Magnifico and Amable manipulated Asha into giving away her wish.

(Side note: I imagine Aster kicking and screaming in the sky during the whole "Wish Away" music sequence, our boy was distressed.)

"Well, you did what you could... Thanks." Asha tells him with a tender smile while holding his hand.

Aster eyes light up with those words, and so does his hair and cape. Asha notes how he just became warmer, like a small sun. She holds his cape that is wrapped around her closely.

They spend a few seconds like this, just quietly sitting close to one another as Asha feels some of the warmth coming from the star... Aster can't feel warmth, but he's feeling really good too, no more tears running down his face.

The previous storm outside now a small drizzle.

Asha breaks the silence while looking up at some of the shinny gems on the cave's ceiling. They look like a night sky.

"So... You've known me ALL this time... Wow." She says, still reflecting on how this explains why Aster talked to her sometimes like he already knew her.

"Is that weird?" Aster asks, also looking at the cave's ceiling.

"Wouldn't say weird... I actually had a feeling you knew me somehow... But I assumed you just knew everyone in Rosas because you watched from the sky." She admits.

Aster blinks a few times... She's not wrong actually, Aster knows a lot of people in Rosas, from watching them go about their lives... Heedless of the gift it is to be them.

"... There's some truth to that too. At first when I was younger I'd just keep an eye on you, but then I started observing your friends too, then to other people in Rosas, then I payed attention to the things you'd try to draw like the plants and the animals... And before I knew it I was fascinated by everything down here."

Asha chuckles at that, saying Aster is "Fascinated" almost feels like an understatement.

"Heh yeah, that I could tell."

Aster looks at her as he says almost like he's venting "It got to the point that... I wished I could be human too... But that's dumb right?"

"Dumb?" Asha asks now turning to look at the star.

"A wishing star, making a wish? That's like... I don't know, like a dog wanting a pet. I'm supposed to be the one who GRANTS wishes, not MAKE them." Aster explains... But those words feel like something that someone else told him, and he's trying to convince himself they're true.

Asha doesn't really think before she blurts out:

"And who said a dog can't have a pet? Once Valentino wanted a ladybug as a pet and I let him keep it." She mentions this weird scenario with a very serious tone like it's the most normal thing ever... Which makes it sound even funnier.

Aster stares at her, caught off guard by her random comment

"..."

Asha stares back at him, now realizing what she just said

"..."

After a few seconds in silence, the two teens both start trying to hold in a laughter, but fail to do so:

"Pffft haahhaahhaHAAHAHA HA HAAAAHHHAH HAHA"

Their laughs echo through the walls of the cave, they almost can't remember the sadness they were both feeling a few minutes ago.

After taking some deep breaths, Asha manages to keep it together to get to the point she was trying to make "Haha *sigh*... I don't think you wishing to be human is dumb at all Aster, it's beautiful really." She speaks with her voice full of compassion "...If anything my wish is the dumb one." She lets out this thought that has silently eating her up inside.

(She's referring to the wish that she gave away to Magnifico, not the "More for us than this" wish)

"What do you mean?" Aster tilts his head to the side.

""Make other's happy"... I couldn't even wish for something for myself, it's like all I want is to please others" She explains, slightly frustrated that she cares so much about what others think.

Aster ponders for a moment on how to explain to her something that, to him, as a wishing star, is a concept they're familiar with... About what a wish really means to a human.

He begins to explain with that same cheeky smile he had when they first met, when he explained to her what a wishing star does:

"It's not about what the wish IS... It's about what it MEANS. On the surface it may seem like you only care about what others think, but really it's so much more than that..." He begins to talk with an admiration clear in his voice "Asha, you care about others well being, you're altruistic, you feel joy by spreading joy to others... That's what your wish means, it's a beautiful... And It's just ONE of the many beautiful parts of you." He says while looking at her with a beaming smile.

Asha can feel herself blush with those words. "Can you see all those other parts?"

"As clearly as the smile on your face." Aster tells her softly, quoting what he said the previous night about how he could see people's wishes as clearly as the smiles on their faces

(It's blowing my mind that this "previous night" was 5 chapters ago)

Asha smiles as she goes in to hug the star tightly. Aster is, for the second time, caught off guard by her hugging him... They hug her back with no intention of letting go this time.

"You know... If my Saba's wish was for you to make me happy then... I think you're doing a pretty good job, Aster" Her voice is filled with warmth.

... Aster really needed to hear that. The star is smiling as one tear runs down his face, but this time when the tear hits the ground... A purple flower blooms.

Asha notices that and asks "heh heh... Happy tears?"

Aster nods positively "Yup heheheh... I know what they are now." He says, referring to how in the previous night he didn't know what happy tears were.

The two of them notice it stopped raining outside. They decide to get up and take a walk around the forest.

The sky is slowly starting to clear up as some rays of sunshine begin peaking through the clouds. Asha breathes in the earthy sent of the woods after the rain, as she and Aster start walking, both still reflecting on everything that happened.

Note that Aster previously never walked, just floated, and he's on his 2D form now so he sure can float, but he's making the conscious decision of walking because he wants to feel his feet on the wet soil... Like a human.

Asha had a pondering look as they walked. And that pondering becomes a question to the star.

"... Aster... You say that all wishes have some meaning behind them, right? That makes us who we are."

"Yup, that's pretty much it." Aster says with his usual cheerfulness.

"Well... I have a wish, a VERY strong one... But I don't know what that wish means for me." She hopes that he can help her figure it out.

"What is it?" Aster smile widens, already excited with the possibility of helping her with a wish.

Asha takes a deep breath before saying it "... I've always wished I could make drawings move, like my mom did... I've been trying to do it but I can't figure out her technique." Asha grabs her sketchbook and shows Aster an attempt she made on flipbook 2D animation of Valentino hoping, it looks really good but clearly not perfect.

"Looks great, if you ask me" Says Aster, the literal character that is hand drawn 2D animated.

(Thats the kind of wholesome meta humor I live for)

"Thank you, but that's not the point... I don't know the meaning behind this wish besides it being something my mom used to do too..." She explains while flipping the pages of her book.

Oh Aster does know the meaning of this wish... It's actually what he has been trying to make Asha see in herself from the start.

Aster has a playful smile as he says "I actually know the answer to that... Buuut I won't tell ya"

The girl stops looking at her drawings and turn to the star confused "Why not?"

"Like I told you, only you can figure out who you are."

(He said so in chapter 7)

"I can give you a hint though!" They say enthusiastically "Think, what do you love most about drawing?"

... What she loves most about it?... Asha never really stopped to think about this, it always just came naturally to her... She tries to put the feeling into words:

"... I love to create. To practice over and over again so I can get better at it... So it's all the more rewarding when I manage to draw something new... To put myself into it and see a part of me come to life." She says looking at him, trying to find the right words.

Aster nods "Keep going, why do you want to make moving drawings like your mother?" He encourages her, she's almost getting it.

"Because it's magic..." She says with the same wonder in her voice that she had as a kid, and believed that her mom was a fairy "Magic that you can't do with the snap of your fingers, it takes time and dedication. But eventually when you do succeed, you create something fun to watch, something that brings simple joy to others... That's what I want... To create something that inspires people." She says all that like a huge weight is dropping off her shoulders, like the words were always there but she couldn't find them.

Aster jumps and for the first time since they left the cave he starts flying "And there you have it! That's who you are!" He gives her a hug, happy and even proud that she managed to find the answer. He lets go of the hug as he continues with a huge smile "Asha, you have this... This undying hope inside of you that makes you persist no matter how hard things get, not just when you're drawing something new, but also in LIFE." the words come out like he has been waiting to say them since the moment they met.

Her smile is hopeful, now she understands why Aster had so much confidence in her since the beginning.

"And that's why I can defeat them, right?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

The star nods "Um-hum!... Now you see what I see."

Asha chuckles... The star really helped her understand who she is, and all he did was listen to her as she explained why she loved drawing so much.

"Heh heh you're getting pretty good at this "guiding stuff", ya know?" She mentions, referring to how he seemed insecure about guiding her before.

The star shines even brighter upon hearing that, his animation becoming even more fluid and detailed.

"Thanks!" That means a lot to him... And also... Gives him an idea. The star has a confident look as he says "But a wishing star can do a lot more than just guiding though... Asha, give me your pencil and your sketchbook, please."

Asha looks puzzled for a second but doesn't hesitate as she hands them both to Aster, her pencil is already inside her sketchbook.

"What you gonna do with them?"

Aster has a cheeky grin as he explains "Weeeeell you wished you could make moving drawings like your mom, didn't you?" He asks as he takes the pencil out of the book "That's a very strong wish, and like I said, the stronger the wish, the more I can do!"

Aster focus as he uses his stardust flowing from his hands to make the book float, the pages flip as the stardust begins to make the lines in each and every drawing shine. And once all of the drawings are glowing, Aster makes their glow return to the tip of his finger. With their other hand, the star is holding the pencil.

"Aaaand boop!" He touches the pencil tip, the glow that was on his finger is absorbed by the wood "There! Try it now!" Aster says excitedly as he hands her the pencil and the sketchbook.

Asha looks at the two objects in her hands, she can tell what Aster did was pretty much the same thing he did last night with her Saba's mandolin, so is she a better artist now?

She tries to test that by drawing-...

"What should I draw?" She struggles to think of something, looking to Aster for some guidance.

(lol art block am I right?)

"Anything! Come oooon" The star spins in the air, he just can't wait to see her reaction.

Asha thinks for a moment... She draws a butterfly.

She expected she'd know how to make the process of making a flip book animation perfectly, but she doesn't feel anything different.

Once she's done with the drawing she looks at the finished product confused, while Aster smiles eagerly.

"... Nothing happened." She points out to the star boy floating in front of her.

"Hmmm... Try waking it up." Aster says with knowing smile.

Asha eyes widen... She starts to put together what Aster just did... She taps her finger on the paper and-

The drawing of the butterfly starts flying off the sketchbook. It's a black and white hand drawn animation.

Asha is surprised at first, but as the butterfly begins to fly around her she smiles widely in amazement.

"Y-you made me a magic pencil!"

"YUP! Now if you can think it, you can make it!" The star spins in the air.

Asha is thrilled to see everything she can do, she runs to the clearing in the forest that Aster send her earlier. As she's now in the middle of the circular clearing she begins to test her abilities.

Asha begins to draw other things, she draws leaves and lines of wind that becomes literal wind flowing out of her book.

She draws dolphins and they swim off the page into the air, growing into the size of normal dolphins, and they begin doing flips in the air. She can even hear their sound.

She then draws a bow and arrow. Asha taps the page and the bow is now normal sized, she can actually hold it. And so she does, to test it on a tree and-

"OWWWW!"

She shoots the tree that Aster brought to life earlier with her bow and arrow.

"Do you MIND?! Some of us just wanna take a nap in peace!" The tree yells at Asha sounding very peeved, her voice is of a woman.

Asha holds he bow and arrows close to her, embarrassed and confused to why is this one tree alive.

Aster intervenes, flying close to the tree "I'm so sorry mam! She didn't mean it! Hold on let me just uuh put you back to rest" He takes away his star dust that was in the tree, thus turning it back into a normal tree. Aster turns to Asha with an awkward expression "Heh hehe that was weird, huh?"

Asha chuckles a little as she rushes over to where Aster is

"This is AMAZING! Aster, thank you so much!" She exclaims jumping up and down with excitment.

"Youuuu're welcome, just another day as your wishing star." He bows down elegantly while flying above her "And the best part is that since you've practiced drawing your whole life, the magic on the pencil will be permanent, unlike the one in your grandpa's mandolin that only lasted till midnight."

(Just wanted to point out that this rule is based on my main inspiration for Aster's powers: the Blue Fairy from Pinocchio. Think about it this way, Pinocchio got to become a real boy permanently because he EARNED IT, so Asha get's her wish of bringing drawings to life like a fairy permanently because she earned it after practicing for so long. And also because her want to do it was really strong, making Aster's magic stronger too.)

"This is perfect! With this pencil I actually have a chance to face off against King Magnifico!" She has her back turned to Aster as she starts to think of all the possibilities, all the things she can draw in combat, and the sorcerer won't even see it coming.

She's unaware that behind her Aster just has the biggest:

O_O

Face you can imagine, as he remembers one little detail... Oh yeah... King Magnifico... The king he saw being struck by lightning earlier... Asha should probably know that, right?

"... Uuuuuuuuh yeah hah ha ha- um about that... The craziest thing happened." Aster says as he slowly flies back down with a nervous smile.

Asha doesn't really notice his tone as she turns back to him and asks

"Oh yeah, how DID you escape Magnifico? Must have been quite a fight huh?" She asks curious, wanting to know all the details.

"... It was shocking, I'll tell ya that" Aster can't resist the pun, but then continues to explain the situation "Sooo let's say theres a 50/50 chance that Magnifico is either... dead... OR he's alive and really really really really really REALLY wants us both dead."

...

Aaaand with that we cut to Magnifico's scarred face on a broken mirror.

"I'll give those kids a fate worse than death."

(Jump scared you didn't I? Yeeeeah I know I promised a feel good only chapter, buuuut I kinda need to cut to our villains real quick so we can do a time skip to the next day... Ya know when you're watching a movie and the POV changes to some other people involved in the narrative so then later when you cut back to the protagonists it's another time of day? Yeah that's what I'm doing, but don't worry, their cameo in this wholesome chapter will be brief so lets goooo.)

The royal couple are in the king's study next to the wishes room. The study looks like a hurricane passed through it, it's a complete mess, with almost all the books on the floor.

Amable is sitting in a comfortable chair petting their lynx, Bravo, while Magnifico just stopped what he has been doing for a moment to look at himself in one of the many... MANY mirrors in the room that he broke with his own hands in frustration, as a response to seeing his new scar.

But he quickly turns back to do what he clearly has been doing for the past few hours, pacing around the room angrily while using his magic to bring books to him. He does so with the few that are still on bookshelves, reading their covers quickly

"101 Damnations- NO" He throws the book away and immediately brings in another "The Black Cauldron- Ew NO" He repeats the process while stepping on some books on the floor "Tales of Chernabog- UGH NO! NO! NO!" He throws the book on the wall with his magic, creating a crack on the wall.

"ALL THESE BOOKS ARE USELESS!" The king yells at the top of his lungs while kicking the spell books on the floor "There HAS to be SOMETHING I can do to free you of this curse." Magnifico says to his wife, who has just been watching her husband have a nervous breakdown with a serious expression.

"I've already told you, darling. A spell to raise the dead comes at a GREAT price. The price I've payed to save you was my youth, and nothing can change that." She explains with a calm and collected voice as she pets their lynx on her lap. "You should be thankful really, had I not been quick enough when brewing that potion and you would've been turned into a ghoul." She adds casually.

"Oh and I AM thankful my love, and it's BECAUSE I'm thankful that I want to restore your youth and strength... But it's clear there's only one way to do so..." The kings look outside their window with rage filled eyes "We need that star's magic... Only with it you shall be whole again." His voice comes out as almost a growl.

The queen agrees with a nod, while pouring a cup of tea for herself "Well then, what are you waiting for? Why rely on those hopeless soldiers that can't even capture the little brat when you can do it yourself?" She sips the tea.

"I gave captain O'danohue a magic mirror that grants him direct contact to me, if he finds the star, he'll let me know where it is, so I may take care of it... Personally." The king explains as a wicked smile starts creeping in the corner of his lips "But really, what's the rush? After all, like our little star said himself... The girl is stubborn... She'll come back to save her precious Rosas soon enough." The king is now on the window looking down on his kingdom “And once she does… We’ll make her wish she never met that star in the first place.”

We fade away focusing only on the Magnifico’s eyes, like this

(Because it would be insanity to not reference this in your 100th anniversary movie… Oh wait they didn’t, cause they’re cowards, I forgot.)

So we now fade into a sunrise in the woods of Rosas, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming

(In days like these, kings like Magnifico should be burning in h- sorry, anyway it's DAY 3! THE DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY.)

It's a beautiful morning, as we then see the cave that Asha and Aster were in the previous day.

We see Asha sleeping in a hand drawn black and white bed-

(Okay how many times did we have Asha waking up in a bed in this story? Like, without counting the intro song sequence we had 3, this kinda bothers me... But there's a reason I'm doing it this time, aaaaand you guessed it, it's for the sake of a reference.)

Asha is sleeping peacefully, but then she hears Aster whispering

"pssst... Asha… Asha wake up"

She opens and blinks her eyes slowly as the image of a smiling Aster floating above her comes into focus, the star is not as close as he was to her face in the previous morning, looks like he's getting the hang of personal space after all.

"*Yaaaaawn* Good morning, Aster" She stretches her arms while still laying down.

"Good morning... We got visitors!" The star says cheerfully

Asha's eyes are quickly shot open when she hears that... VISITORS???

She sits up on the bed to see...

Dahlia, Gabo, Safi, Hal, Bazeema, Dario and Simon.

All lined up in front of her staring at her from the other side of the bed... Gabo's small so he can only be seen from his nose to the top of his head.

(Yuuuup! It’s a Snow White reference, that’s why Asha is waking up in a bed again... I really wanna get to 100 of these references.)

Chapter 13

Final Thoughts

WOOOOOOO ASHA GOT THE "Hi I'm _____ and you're watching Disney channel" WAND LETS FREANIN GOOOOOOO I'VE DREAMED OF THIS MOMENT!!!!!

Okay okay OKAY so many thoughts OOOOH let's see.

I'm starting to notice a trend in this rewrite that is basically this:

Scenes with the royal couple:

AAAAAAAA💀🔥🔥🔥🔥AAAAAAAAAH🔥🔥🔥HAAAAAAAAAH⛈️AAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Scenes with Asha x Aster or Asha and the 7 teens:

🎶… All the time 🎶

✨I'm grateful all the time ✨

❤️I'm sexy and I'm kind ❤️

I'm pretty when I cry

I really could've foreshadowed Aster knowing Asha the whole time better, I kinda just:

Had him appear to her in a dream.

I mentioned he knew where she lived as a kid

Said he seemed to know the lyric to a song Sabino sang for her

And I left it at that, when it would've been so easy to add one more clue in chapter 9, like this:

Asha drags Aster away as he says "Bye Dahlia! Bye Simon!"

Simon waves goodbye still a bit confused... then he realizes

"Wait... I never told him my name..."

THERE! At least one more clue, I'm gonna edit chapter 9 and add that in, because it's such a simple change that does wonders for the reveal.

Anyway, you guys probably already noticed that this whole story revolves around the theme of working hard to achieve your dreams, as well as being a celebration to the medium of animation, because guess what fellas, animation IS HARD AS HECK to do, and I feel that's not talked about enough.

So basically what I'm doing here is saying that "Hey, life is hard, and it's gonna throw obstacles at you, but you can get up and try again. Trying over and over until you succeed, just keep moving forward" and all that sweet stuff we've learned in Meet The Robinsons.

So I'm taking THAT life lesson and turning into a metaphor for being an animator, because to be an animator you gonna fail in drawing things a lot of times, actually, you gonna fail a lot of times trying any form of art at all before you get good at it, and that's totally cool, it's part of life.

But not only that metaphor applies to Asha wanting to be an animator, it also applies to her wanting to free her kingdom in general, because as you all seen in the previous chapters... Those two don't quit.

The villains represent rich white people all the problems that put us down in life, things that make us feel like we can't do it. But Asha finds the strength to keep trying, no matter what they throw at her, she'll never let her hope die out, and neither will Aster.

Speaking of our boy, would you believe if I told you this draft is the LESS SAD version of how I was planning the story to play out? Initially I was gonna have a scene where Asha said that Aster CANT help her, and thus Aster spiraled down into a crying mess, crying while revealing that he has known her all this time and that he feels like the worst wishing star ever because he just can't make her happy... But then I remembered I promised wholesome vibes in this chapter so I toned it WAY DOWN and made him more mature, still cried, but he showed that he can be a guide in his own way, and honestly that's a WAY better turn around than what I was initially going with.

Sooo yeah, what else can I say? The 7 teens join the party the next chapter hahaha here I go rewrite "Knowing What We Know Now"... I hate that song but oh well, it fits my story, so I'll use it.

As always, see you guys next time

Thank You For Reading!

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Shadows Entwined: part 6

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 / Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: And one week later, the Gotham adventure continues💙

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You arrive at Arkham Asylum, finding the eerie building abandoned, with the expectations of a few mutants. One mutant especially, makes Leo realize a fear he did not know he had.

Warnings: Spelling, fear gas visions, imaginary death, angst, desperation.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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“I win!”, Robin said proudly as he landed at the gates of Arkham Asylum. “And you owe me a pizza”, he said, gesturing towards you, seeming oblivious for a short time, as the rest of you took in the appearance of Arkham Asylum and its menacing atmosphere. From the gates to the front entrance, was a path marked with dead trees, all casting contorted shadows on the ground. Its gothic walls were dark, with a glow of green and red, giving it a sickening appearance. Windows were smashed and not a single window carried any light, making it feel similar to a haunted house in the worst horror movies.

“I’ve never liked this place”, you mumbled, causing Leo to turn his head slightly towards you. The look on your face, it wasn’t fear. Batman had probably learned you to not show fear, yet there was something in your eyes. Your pretty eyes. A determination yet a hesitance. Leo noticed how your shoulders had tensed a bit, and how your demeanor had changed so much since your small race on the rooftops.

Leonardo offered his elbow out to you ever so slightly, causing you to look at him in slight confusion. “Just hold on if you ever need to”, he said, feeling his heartbeat to raise ever so slightly when he saw a small smile on your lips.

“No sign of the Foot or the League”, Batman’s deep voice sounded, causing both of you to jump back to reality, back in front of Arkham’s threatening gate. “Stay sharp”.

With all of your weapons ready, you followed Batman up the path and through the main doors. None of you saw anyone. Not a single soul. All you could see was the dark corners of Arkham, and the haunting silence.

BANG.

You jumped slightly, placing a hand on Leonardo’s arm. If it wasn’t for the threatening atmosphere of Arkham, Leo would probably have enjoyed the feeling. Maybe he would even have turned to smile at you, if not for the sound of something being dragged along the ground.

“Well, would you look at that”, a voice sounded in the darkness. A dog-like being dressed in a jester costume and carrying a big mallet, jumped onto the railing at the top of the staircase. “The bat has made some new best friends! So, are you gonna introduce me to your new turtle pals or what?”

“Harley. What have they done to you?”, Batman asked, ever so stoic.

“The ooze”, Donnie spoke up. “They must have injected themselves”.

“Aha”, Harley said with a finger in the air before jumping back from the railing. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk once you find Mister J and our guests. He got a whole thing planned! I don’t wanna ruin it. You know how he gets!” And with those words she turned and left, leaving you and the rest in shivering unease. All expect Batman and Leonardo.

The said turtle stepped forward, ready to follow the mutant, but Batman stopped him. “Wait”, he said, causing Leo to look at him. “Presumably Shredder and Ra’s have mutated all of the inmates of Arkham”.

“Was this their plan?”, Batgirl asked in confusion. “Mutate the villains and unleash them on the city?”

“I have a feeling this is just one part of the puzzle”, Batman said. “Split up. Investigate each wing. (H/N), you and Leonardo come with me. Remember, this whole asylum is essentially a maze. There are hostages to rescue, and on top of that, even before they were mutated, these inmates were the deadliest criminals in all of Gotham”. That was the last the dark knight said before he turned, his cape flowing behind him.

“I was kind of expecting a pep talk”, Donatello said, looking to you, Batgirl and Robin for some sort of confirmation.

“That was the pep talk”, Robin grumbled, slightly irritated over the fact that Batman had chosen you to go with him, and not him.

“Go team”, Batgirl said, two thumbs in the air.

You and Leonardo did just as Batman had told you to, and followed him down the hall. Well, not before you shot Batgirl a smug grin, as she and Donatello decided to go together. But that smug grin soon disappeared as the three of you walked through the halls of Arkham in complete silence. You felt a slight frustration at the way Batman would position himself either between you and the blue clad turtle, or just behind you, never leaving any of you out of sight. You knew very well it was because of Batman’s protective mannerisms towards his family. It was his wish to protect that made him look out for any danger that could harm you. But to Leo it felt different. He couldn’t shake this itching feeling that Batman did not want him to be alone with you in Arkham. Was it because he did not trust that Leo could protect you, or did he not wish his daughter to be alone with the mutant turtle she was starting to show affection? Well, he couldn’t blame the bat. He still hardly knew Leonardo.

The three of you continued down Arkham’s many stairs, until you came to the boiler room. Walking into the middle of the room, Batman suddenly stopped behind you and Leo, his attention turned to the side of the room as he listened.

“What is it?”, Leo asked, noticing the sudden shift in attention.

“Someone’s here”, was all the bat said, making it shiver down your spine.

“Can you please stop saying it like that?”, you asked, rubbing your arms to calm the shiver. “Nothing good happens when you say it like that”.

That was when something flashed above your head, moving swiftly in the shadows. Black feathers fell from above, landing before your feet. Leo watched the movement before flicking his katana slightly out from its saya, using his thumb. That was when whatever that had moved in the shadows landed before you.

“Hello, Batman”, said the being covered in feathers. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show up. Though not as afraid as you’re going to be”.

“Dr. Jonathan Crane”, Batman told Leo.

“Calls himself Scarecrow”, you added.

Leo couldn’t help himself. He turned his head towards you, one brow raised. “Really?”

Scarecrow let out a cry, before flying towards you, causing all three of you to jump out of the way, just before Scarecrow’s claws could skim the floor, just where you had been standing. You stumbled on the ground, having a hard time finding your footing.

“Watch out”, Batman called out from the other side of the room, as he started to cover his face with his cape. ”He has a fear gas that can make you see things that aren’t real”.

Leo looked up, seeing Scarecrow hover before flying directly at your turned back. Batman saw the same thing, calling out your name as he launched forward, all stoic features gone from his face, and now replaced with fear.

“(Y/N), watch out!”

You started in shock at Batman. He never used your real name whenever you were in costume. It was an unspoken rule. When in costume, you were (H/N), just like Bruce was Batman. Just like Damian was Robin, and just like Barbara was Batgirl. You could not think, shocked that he used your name while Leo and the Scarecrow was around. Leonardo however, not thinking further about the name he had just heard, ran and pushed you out of the way, just as the Scarecrow threw a gas that made him choke on his own breath.

Leo fell down on all four, coughing as he tried to breath. He opened his eyes, watching in horror as the boiler room changed around him. He stood and turned, taking in the warping world around him. Until he saw his brothers. The Scarecrow looming over them. Leo yelled, his heart in his throat, telling them to get out of there. Then the Scarecrow opened his wings, sending furth an army of crows, swarming his brothers. Leo watched in fear as the crows poked at his brothers, tearing them apart. Leo could not hear their screams, but he could see it in their eyes. They were hurting. His brothers were hurting. His best friends. His one and everything. The reason he lived and fought to be a leader. They were hurting.

It happened so fast yet it felt like an eternity. The crows formed into a black mass surrounding his brothers. They disappeared, leaving behind three dried bodies. Raph, Donnie and Mikey. His brother dead before his very eyes.

Leo’s breath was erratic. He fell to his knees before clutching Mikey’s dried hands in his. His fear and horror only grew as wind picked up, turning all three of them into dust. Leo yelled, screaming at the top of his lungs before falling back to the ground.

“That’s right”, Scarecrow's voice sounded in his ear. “Everyone is gone, and it’s all your fault”.

“Leo?”

Leonardo’s heart almost stopped at the sound. So weak, fragile, scared.

“Or, almost everyone”, Scarecrow sounded yet again.

Shaking in fear, Leo turned to see you on the ground, shaking in fear. Your legs had given out, your arms working to get you moving as far away as possible.

“(H/N)?” Leo stood, walking towards you, only for you to scream and scrabble further away.

“Stay away!”, you yelled, tears pooling in your eyes, your voice cracking. Leo was confused, his heart breaking a bit as you right tried to get away from him.

“(H/N)?! What’s wrong?!” Leo was growing more and more desperate with each passing second. First his brothers and now you.

“Don’t look at me!”, you started screaming, covering your face trying to hide from him. “Don’t look at me!”

“Tell me what’s wrong, (Y/N)!” Leo was surprised to hear himself use the name Batman has just used.

“You’re eyes!” You were crying. Leo felt a pain in his chest at your words. You were scared of his eyes. You were scared of him. “Please don’t look at me! I beg you! Don’t look at me!”

Desperately he tried to reach for your hand, but you screamed, pushing back trying to get away from him. Leo wanted to cry, he wanted to yell and scream at you. To tell you were hurting him. You were crying and Leo didn’t know what to do. He was paralyzed, frantically trying to get you to look at him. So frantically, that he did not notice the Scarecrow came and pulled you away.

“No!”, Leo yelled, standing to run towards you, only to be surrounded by Scarecrows, taunting him. His brothers were dead because of him. You feared him. It was all his fault. It was all because of him.

“Leonardo”. Leo turned to see a lone Scarecrow with you hiding behind it. Leo’s blood boiled. “Listen to my voice”.

Batman ducked as Leonardo came after him with his katana in hands, fear and anger in his eyes. It was different from the eyes that had looked at you a moment ago. Fear and sadness. They were nothing like the blue eyes that you had found yourself spending so many thoughts on.

“You killed them! You took her!”, Leo yelled, slashing out his katanas at what he saw as the Scarecrow. But Batman continuously dodged the sharp blades, hearing all of your gasps as you watched on helplessly.

“I don’t know what you’re seeing”, Batman said. “But it’s not real”.

“You’ll pay for what you did!”, Leo yelled, slamming his blades against the pipes they passed.

“Your anger won’t help your brothers”, Batman said. “And it won’t save (Y/N)”. Batman jumped and rolled, before kicking Leo in the back, bringing him to the ground. You gasped, ready to jump in, but Batman signed at you to stay out of it. “You have to focus! Fight it!”

Leo sat on the ground, in a trance-like state. His normally beautiful eyes wide, as he held his katana extended out in front of him. Then suddenly he turned, swinging his katana through the air and hitting Scarecrow. The flying mutant fell groaning to the ground, as Leo braced himself against his katana, fighting to regain his breath.

Batman walked up to Leo, pulling a small pink liquid and needle from his utility belt. “The antidote to Crane’s gas”, he said as he injected Leonardo through the shoulder. “It should wear off quickly”. And so it did.

In the blink of an eye, the boiler room turned back to normal. The irrational fear left Leo’s mind, and he could finally breathe normally again. He saw as you came to his side, all though hesitant in your steps. It poked in Leo’s chest yet again. He had indeed scared you, just like the fear gas had made him believe. But now you looked him in the eyes, as if you never had been scared of them. Leo wondered if you ever actually had been scared of them. And with that thought he remembered his reaction. How he had reacted to the fear of you not wanting to see his eyes. He felt embarrassed, ashamed. He had had no control over his actions, with no regards for how it may have affected you. Yes, he had been affected by Crane’s gas, but to Leo, that was no excuse. He had to do better than that.

As if you had been able to read his mind, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, your eyes never leaving his beautiful blue ones. The ones that you were just happy to see again. Leo placed a hand over yours, enjoying the feeling for a moment.

Batman watched the two of you for a second, before speaking up, once again ripping you out of whatever thought you had been having. Your hand falling off of Leo’s shoulder, causing him to feel what could only be described as disappointment.

“Let’s move”, Batman said, directing the two of you back towards the door and out of the boiler room.

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midnight-pluto · 9 months

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COFFEE: PG.08 — Realization

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

TW: a karen karening and not respecting pronouns, online discourse caused by said Karen (twitter being twitter) lemme know if I missed anything

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SUNDAY, APRIL 7 2023 — 9:32 PM

A NORMAL EVENING one would say was happening in the current life of Y/N L/N; except it really wasn’t.

“I really, don’t understand why you can’t just redo my order! I specifically asked for chocolate drizzle, not caramel. Why is that so hard to understand?!”

“Uh, ma’am. I did in fact tell you that we were out of chocolate drizzle and asked if you were fine with caramel, to which you answered: ‘yeah, whatever,’” you forced a smile as politely as you could.

“Oh! So you’re giving me attitude now,” she loudly scoffed.

“No, that was just me repeating what you said.”

“I will not stand for this false accusation and blatant disrespect!”

‘Oh a big word. Didn’t know she knew how to do that.’

Fortunately, a familiar figure entered the café; eye bags evident as ever.

“Oh good. Tim Drake, someone actually competent around here, this cashier, worker, whatever! Is refusing to remake my drink after he made it wrong!” the woman huffed out.

Tim eyebrows furrowed in confusion - ‘I don’t even work here,’ - looking towards you for a different explanation.

“Uh, it’s they - I have it on my name tag - and I informed you that we were out of chocolate drizzle and you accepted caramel as a substitute.”

“Okay, how about we all just discuss this outside,” Tim offered gently pushing the lady towards the door.

“Ugh fine,” she loudly declared, stomping over to the door.

“Great, do you have the keys?” Tim asked you once she was out the door waiting.

‘Oh so that’s what he’s doing.’

“Yeah hold on,” you said walking out from behind the counter and taking your keys out of your pocket and heading over to the door to lock it.

As you inserted the keys to lock the door, the lady locked out looked at you - appalled.

“Alrighty, so do you want your usual?” you tilted your head towards your favorite customer.

“Yes please. But before that I’ll have to head to the bathroom, I have Karen germs on me now,” he grimaced heading towards the other side of the café.

Nodding your head, you return to your spot behind the register before taking out your phone.

TIMESKIP — 12:01 AM

As you were closing up shop, your mind began to wander to places you thought you forgot about long ago.

‘Do I actually like Tim that way? I mean, I know a lot of people do but we actually have a physical connection and I’d like to say we’re more than acquaintances, right? I mean he said that I’m his favorite barista so that has to mean something and he’s my favorite customer. But are you sure it’s not because he gives you a $20 tip? I… think? Oh damn am I really that shallow? Wait, do I actually like a guy named Tim?’

‘Eh whatever. These feelings will pass by and be buried just like the rest of my crushes… right? I mean like he’s pretty, he’s not an ass, he knows how to get rid of annoying customers, but- ugh. I hate this. Why do feeling feel?!’

As you unlock the door to your apartment you exasperatedly put your stuff down and flop your body on the couch in front of your TV.

‘…so theoretically, if I did have feelings for Tim… would I do anything about them? Should I do anything about them?’

Looking up from your face plant onto the couch cushions, you let out a groan, “Man… so that shit is definitely not theoretical huh?”

‘KNOCK. KNOCK.’

Lifting up your whole body to look at the sliding glass door that lead to your balcony you see that it was none other than a non-caped bluesader with Cardinal Red Robin carried underneath his arm.

You both stared at each other through the glass for a moment; Nightwing knocking on the glass every 10 seconds, before rolling your body off the couch and opening the door for the malnourished man to be plopped into your arms.

“That’s two IOU’s Nightwing.”

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angywritesstuff · 1 year

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The one with “We were on a break”

I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.

It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.

Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.

Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.

Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.

All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.

You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.

-10 months before-

You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.

"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.

"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.

"Are you sure?"- you double checked

"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.

You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.

You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...

"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.

You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.

Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake

"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish

"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.

"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight

"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...

"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .

"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry

"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"

"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough

"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you

"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him

"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé

"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"

"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you

"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated

"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something

"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control

"I meant a break from us"- you muttered

"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again

"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining

-Now-

You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.

You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.

You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.

"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection

"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.

"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.

Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple

"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.

"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked

Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry

"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.

-10 months before- the day after the fight-

You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message

"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said

You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.

You had fallen asleep while waiting.

The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.

You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.

You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.

"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.

"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.

"I'm sorry"- he only said

"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.

Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up

"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.

"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.

You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick

-Now-

And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.

"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.

You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.

“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.

You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn��t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.

“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth

“What?”- Henry said

“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her

“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.

“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.

Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now

“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.

“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door

“You have a baby”- you just said

“I-“

“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing

“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin

“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?

“I think I need a moment”- you said

“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door

“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.

You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.

-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-

“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back

“Don’t touch me”-

“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again

“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”

“She didn’t mean anything”

“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”

“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”

“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-

“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes

And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him

-Now-

You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.

You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.

You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.

You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.

“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.

“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet

“You’re back” Henry said again

“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami

“You left”- he just said

“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged

“Where did you go?”- he asked

“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”

“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man

“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”

“Calls?”

“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll

“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair

“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.

The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.

“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him

“You’re right”

“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness

“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.

You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family

“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled

Ps: Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️

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daemonmage · 5 hours

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Ok one more for the night:

A small list of things I think Bruce would have in his utility belt. (This is inspired by lots of things including posts on Tumblr. Please go check out the people I mentioned.)

1. A extra cape (he will often wrap his cape around victims and then feel too bad to ask for it back so he just has an extra cape. Inspired by a Detective Comics issue.)

2. Horse biscuits shaped like bats (inspired by that tumblr post about the Trinity riding unicorns. One of the commenters noted that maybe Batman was giving the unicorn biscuits in stead of that being the unicorns name and that idea is stuck in my head. The post is by dangerousdan-dan and the comment is by raaaaaaaawr)(pls inform me if i missed an a)

3. Shark Repellent (we all know)

4. The Kryptonite Ring (we also all know)

5. Sugar free lollipops (from the Nightwing issue)

6. Glitter Smoke Bombs (Stephanie snuck those in with his regular ones)

7. Gel Pens (inspired by my own post cause I thought about it more and Bruce would absolutely use gel pens regularly just not glitter ones cause the ink feels rough after it drys and the glitter gets everywhere)

8. A Camera Baterang (from that one family photo comic)

9. Catnip and Cat Food (he leaves some out for Selina’s cats)

10. Pain Meds (for various reasons but these ones are primarily for the back pain he undoubtedly has forever after knightfall)

11. Medical Stuff of all types, yes they all have little bats on them. (This ranges from bandaids to menstrual pads. Inspired by a ditzybat post)

12. A bat recorder (just in case he needs to record any final words, for others or for himself)

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jerzwriter · 9 months

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I do. Me too.

Ethan & Kaycee

Ainna strikes again! How we give her a few little pieces and an idea, and she just brings it to life will never cease to amaze me! In my HC, Ethan & Kaycee's wedding day was last week, July 29th. It's a simple, informal affair held at a beach house they had rented on the Cape. It's also a surprise wedding. With guests thinking they're coming to a surprise birthday/engagement party for Kaycee, but the guests are the ones in for the surprise. Here's a little more about their big day. I'll be adding to it over time.

I hope you enjoy this little fic about how they spent the morning of their big day!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,400

Summary: They didn't want a lot of fuss, so they planned their "surprise wedding" in less than a month. On the morning of the big day, they remember they forgot to iron out a couple of details, but it all works out in the end.

A/N: @choicesmonthlychallenge (Throwback to February, Day 12, Marriage).

Kaycee peered out the bedroom window, perplexed to see the beach nearly deserted on a perfect July day. The homes on this part of the Cape owned the beaches that served as their backyards. Still, she and Ethan had had rented this property before, and on a Saturday in July, the neighbors were usually out in force. She let the curtain fall from her hand and shook her head.

“Ethan, what did you do?” she laughed to herself.

July 29th had arrived. She couldn’t say finally, as she and Ethan picked this day less than a month before, but it was hard to believe it was here. In just over an hour, they’d greet their guests, who would learn they weren’t sitting in traffic on Route 6 for Kaycee’s surprise birthday party. No, the surprise was all for them because today was their wedding day.

With the exception of her parents, Alan and Naveen, no one knew. They only caved and told them the week before, and now, she was glad they did. The four of them were happily attending to last-minute details – which she was convinced included threatening the neighbors to stay inside until the ceremony ended – leaving her to quietly enjoy her last hours as a single woman.

Also, she couldn’t have imagined getting ready for this day without her Mom. Rose had helped her into her wedding gown. Then she presented her with the pearl drop earrings she wore on her own wedding day, and Kaycee’s grandmother had worn on hers many years before. Even though Kaycee was going for a natural look, makeup still had to be reapplied after that. Now, with Rose off to ensure every flower was in its perfect place, Kaycee stood before the full-length mirror in her room, spinning in circles and watching the sheer, delicate lace of her gown dancing around her. Time spent planning be damned, she was allowed to say... the day was finally here!

A knock on the door startled her. She was pretty sure it was Rose making her way back, but just to be safe, she asked.

“Who is it?”

“It’s your future husband,” Ethan declared, a smile present in his voice. “I’m just checking to make sure you haven’t come to your senses and run away.”

“Hmmm, it was a close call,” she laughed through the door. “But Naveen stopped by and put this ankle monitor on me, so you’re safe.”

“Thank God for Naveen,” he chuckled. “You know, since Tobias still has no idea that he’s going to be my best man, I could change my mind and give the honor to Naveen.”

“Now, Ethan Ramsey! What has Tobias done for you to consider taking his title away?”

“Nothing. That’s just it; he’s done nothing, whereas Naveen prevented you from becoming a runaway bride.”

“Ethan,” she laughed. “If I was going to run away, it would have been long ago. You’re safe with me.”

Their conversation had all been in good fun, but those last four words left Ethan choked up. You’re safe with me.

“I know that,” he said with a cracked voice. “And I hope you know you’re safe with me, too.”

Kaycee leaned against the wooden door, a tender smile on her face. “Of course, I do, Ethan. Of course, I do.”

“Good,” he grinned. “And I heard two I do’s there. Excellent work, Rookie. Get practice in because I’m going to need you to say that one more time very soon.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” she reassured.

“So, we never really discussed it.. but when do I get to see you? It won’t be when you’re walking down the aisle, will it?”

“Considering we’ll be greeting our guests together, I think that’s a no. See, these are the things we would have ironed out if we had gone a more traditional route.”

“Any regrets?” he asked.

“Not one.”

“Good. But that puts me right back where I started. When do I get to see you?”

“Well... nothing is stopping me from opening this door right now.”

“All right, but shouldn’t I go grab the photographer? I believe it’s called a first look shot or something like that.”

“You could,” she replied with a question in her voice. “But I’m not of the belief that every moment has to be shared or recorded. Some of them should just be lived, and I want to share this with you and you alone. Is that all right?”

“All right?” He enthused. “I think I just fell in love with you a little more.”

“All right,” she beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “Let me step back, and I’ll tell you when to open the door so we can see each other at the same time.”

Ethan’s heart began to race with anticipation. “Sounds good, but don’t make it long.”

“The room isn’t that big, Ethan,” she teased as she fluffed her skirt and positioned her lace train around her. “OK,” she beamed. “You can come in.”

His hand was already on the knob, and the door opened before Kaycee could complete the words. A puff of air escaped him, and he visibly stepped back when his eyes fell upon her.

“Kaycee...” he gasped, completely overwhelmed. “You look...” he wanted to say so much, but words truly escaped him.

“So, is it appropriate?” she giggled.

A bright smile spread on his lips, and he quickly closed the distance between them before taking his bride into his arms.

“You are breathtaking,” he breathed into her ear. “I knew you would be, but,” he stepped back with tears in his eyes. “Nothing could prepare me for this.”

“So... it’s definitely appropriate,” she grinned.

“I’m glad to see that getting married will have no impact on you being the wiseass I fell in love with.”

“Oh, never!” she assured. Moving closer, she smoothed out his lapel as Ethan wrapped his arm around the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him. “You look gorgeous, too,” Kaycee whispered. “Remind me how I got this lucky?”

“You,” he asked, lifting her hand over her head and giving her a gentle spin. His eyes drinking in every inch of her. “The lucky one is me, and I won’t hear any arguments.”

“We’re both lucky,” she smiled.

“OK, I’ll accept that one!”

“So,” she questioned. “We have a little time to kill before guests begin to arrive. What would you like to do?”

Ethan smirked, leaving little to the imagination. “If I did what I want to do right now, I promise, we wouldn’t be in any condition to greet our guests anytime soon.”

“We will save that for tonight, dear.”

“Yes, and we’ll be kicking people out early! But what would you like to do now?” he asked.

“I know! Why don’t we take a quick walk along the beach? I know it’s a small guest list, but even so... once everyone arrives, I won’t have you to myself until the end of the day. So, want to take a quick walk, just you and me?”

“I’d love that,” he smiled. “But you need one thing before we go.”

“I do. What’s that?”

Ethan stepped back into the hall, returning with Kaycee’s bridal bouquet in his hand.

“I think this will complete the picture.”

Kaycee held the bouquet to her nose, inhaling the beautiful fragrance of the soft pink and white roses and peonies in her bouquet.

“It’s so beautiful,” she sang.

“It is, but it pales in comparison to you.”

Kaycee reached up and pulled him into a tender kiss.

“Aren’t we supposed to wait until the officiant tells us to do that?” He asked.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Come on,” Ethan insisted as he took her hand. “Let’s take that walk so we’ll be back in time to greet everyone. Until then, I’m showing you off to everyone on the beach.”

“Speaking of that... who do you plan to show me off to? The starfish? Can you explain why none of the neighbors are on the beach on this gorgeous summer day?”

“Briberly,” he deadpanned. “Bribery may have had something to do with it. I also told them they could join us at the reception later.”

“I knew you were behind it!” she laughed as they approached the door.

But just before they reached it, Ethan stopped and turned to Kaycee, gently taking her face in his hands.

“I love you, Kaycee. I love you more than I could ever express, and I hope you know that.’

Reaching up, she gently squeezed his hand.

“I do. And I love you every bit as much. I hope you know that.”

“I do,” he smiled.

“Thank goodness,” she grinned as they stepped outside. “I do...now you’re practicing, too!”

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orions-hole · 3 months

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You're 8 years old. You weren't really big into reading, sure you read a lot in 2nd grade, but it was to make book reports for extra credit.

Your dad has the whole Harry Potter collection and you remember being obssesed with the movies.

Your first language is Spanish, you hate English, your dad has "Charlie and the chocolate factory" in English. But Harry Potter is in Spanish.

You and your dad strike a deal - per every page you read you get .5 cents. You get up snd grab (title was directly translated to give actual effect) "Harry Potter and the philosophical stone"

Just a few pages in and you already wanns kill Dudley. You already hate Mr. Dursley way more than it's healthy to hate. You're 8, but you want to protect Harry.

You know Hagrids gonna help him - you remember it from the movie. It's still spooky when you read it.

And you finish one book. Then another. You lost the 5th and spent days crying before just moving onto the 6th. Learning Sirius died in the 5th is a punch in the gut.

You finish the series, you watch the movies snd you can't help but be sad at the fact Draco is more annoying than silly.

Then you watch a video from "Invisible Cape", she's a silly potterhead. You watch another and another.

One day you walk in on your family watching the Sea of Monsters movie. "What's that?" "Percy Jackson" "It looks fun" "The books are. The first movie was crap.. Apparently the second is, "more similar to the book"." Your don't stay to watch it. Your dad says he'll buy you a bike if you translate the whole Charlie and the chocolate factory book. God you hate Charlie but god you want that bike.

You're 11 when you start talking to your idols in Discord, they love Percy Jackson, your dad pirates the books.

You read the lightning thief a bit but got cringed out by clarisse. But you're intrigued by the myths and start watching this random dude that makes animations about it.

You're into genshin impact, you watch this video with Venti and Nico du Angelo and Hiccup and so many characters you love. You don't know anything about Nico, just that he's gay and you love him.

Now you're 12, or 13, honestly you can't remember and surprisingly you don't care, the newest pjo book is teased. "The sun and the stars", you had no idea, but you made a server for friends and added a "theories" section and your best friend talks about how the book is probably about Will Solace. You think it's a far stretch snd then... oh, would you look at that?.

A few months go by, you've started seeing people geek out about the show, including the dude you watch for mythology videos, you ask your now girlfriend and she's so excited about getting an adaptation that's not the movies.

She gets you to start listening to the books and.. you realize they're actually great. You loved pjo and you move onto hoo and it's even better and gosh darn Nico is so cute and woah. And then you start the Red Pyramid you finish it and- there's no more audiobooks that can be easily downloaded. They're all split into like 150 parts.

But then the PJO show releases and it's everything you've wanted for the last month and it's awesome and

All anyone does is complain. "Too fast paced" so is the book "Not enough action* he's only trained three days "forced representation" okay you aren't even watching the show. "I hate it you don't have to make me like it" well you don't have to make me hate it do you?

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy pjo #harry potter books #harry potter movies #harry potter #charlie and the chocolate factory

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mikhailwrites · 7 months

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All fun and games / Ghost x Soap

Kinktober #12 - Costumes

Why the hell did he agree to this? Oh, right, because Soap promised to give him the best head of his life if he joined him for a LARP. The things Ghost would do for good sex, right? Well, it was more about what he’d do to make Johnny grin the same way he did when he watched one of his expertly designed fireworks go off.

“Remember, you’re dark elf going by Ghost, you’re a rogue, so… no stealth, cloak and dagger, maybe a crossbow or something like that. It’s right up your alley!” Soap rambles, clearly excited, while he affixes fake pointy ears on Ghost. Ghost, who looks very unimpressed by the whole getup. The clothes Soap made him wear are vaguely historical but more in that eye-candy pop culture way. There’s a lot of leather, useless trinkets, and gratuitous lace-ups. He looks beyond ridiculous. Especially since the daggers are made of foam, and the crossbow looks like a toy. It probably is.

The exasperated sigh cannot fully belay the level of Ghost’s embarrassment as Soap clasps a cape on him. Nobody can ever catch a whiff of this, or he would never live it down.

“There you go, fucking brilliant LT!” Soap whistles as he looks Ghost up and down.

“So, if I’m an… elf…,” Ghost says but is interrupted.

“Dark elf! It’s important!” Soap corrects him.

“Whatever. What are you?”

Soap puffs with pride, and Ghost immediately regrets he’s asked. He knows this look. It’s the “prepare for a fucking nerd-out” look.” Soap smiles wide, smoothing his own clothes that look much more normal than Ghost’s. Just a linen shirt with a lace-up, of course, and what looks like some very old-school type of kilt. It’s simple, but it suits him. That’s perhaps the only reason why Ghost didn’t pull off a Houdini already. The sight of Johnny and the prospect of Ghost bending him over by the end of the night, tucking the kilt up and fucking him senseless. He can imagine it so vividly that it takes Soap to jab him in the ribs to get his attention. “Yer not even listenin’!”

“Sorry,” Ghost says, even though he’s not.

“’S fine, just remember, whatever you do, you gotta stay in character.”

“Like undercover?”

“Aye! Exactly! Ye ken… just… let’s say this is a mission. The objective is to find a certain item. We dinnae ken what is it, where it is, or who knows aboot it. The only way to get it is to pretend we’re someone else.”

“I understand,” Ghost nods, suddenly much more at ease with the whole thing.

They walk out of the tent and are greeted by a large group of… individuals. The costumes range from extravagant and colourful to clearly repurposed items from granny’s closet. There are a few people in armour, too. Ghost feels somehow comfortable in his role. It’s not that different to what he usually does for a living, after all, and thankfully, Johnny does most of the talking as a charming charlatan and a gifted alchemist.

Some good negotiation and pointed intimidation later, they’re much closer to their objective. Ghost has to admit that he’s having a bit of fun. Especially once another group of players attempts to steal Soap’s notes containing all the clues they’ve gathered so far. The skirmish ends before it even begins in earnest. Ghost is holding back a lot, obviously, but he still outmanoeuvres and overpowers their opponents easily, while Soap stands back, looking almost bored. He has made Ghost his bodyguard of sorts, not that Ghost really minds.

Once they go through the loot, they’re rewarded with a vital piece of information they’ve been missing. It’s time to get their prize.

The powerful artefact they’re after is well-hidden and well-secured. Which means it’s booby-trapped to high-heaven. Ghost disarms the tripwires and pressure plate, and just as he’s about to make another step, Soap stops him. “Don’t move!”

Ghost freezes instantly; it’s the same deeply ingrained reaction he’d have in the field. Soap comes up to him, inspecting the area just in front of them. Unclasping a pouch with some alchemical ingredients from his belt, he pours a bit of bright orange sand into his palm and throws it into the air, revealing a few laser beams. “Well, looks like a magic trap. Let me deal with that.”

Soap looks right in his element as he takes out various trinkets, including a small mirror. With some clever refraction, they manage to pass, only to be met with another test. They can already see the chest, but there’s a letter lock on it. There’s also a piece of creatively half-burned paper with an overly ornate and somehow ominous message. Johnny reads it out loud: “Only those with the heart of Gold deserve to see the power I hold. Well, that’s a riddle. The key to the lock is a word, five letters.”

Ghost fiddles with the lock. “I could force it open.”

“That would be boring. Give me a second.” Johnny hums, thinking hard. Then… “It can’t be that easy… can it?” With a doubtful look, he slides the dials until it spells “Aurum”—the lock clicks.

As soon as Johnny takes the obscenely large and obviously fake ruby out of the chest, Ghost grabs him from behind and presses him against his chest just as he pretends to stab him in the back with the fake dagger.

“Ghost! What the… oh no…,” Johnny trails off as the realisation dawns on him. “You traitorous shit!” Soap does a bit of a show of going down, slowly bucking his knees and sliding from Ghost’s grasp. Ghost tries for semi-convincing acting, kneeling next to Soap as he gently pries the artefact from his hands.

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know what they say: never turn your back to a dark elf,” Ghost lowers his head and kisses him goodbye.

Once Ghost claims his prize and after a short but grand ceremony of naming him the ruler of the land – until the next year - they return to the small lodge and their rented room. Johnny is silent the whole way back, but once the door closes and they’re alone, he speaks up. “Ye bastard! Ye eejit! I brought ye with me so ye would help me win!”

“What can I say, Johnny? There can only be one,” Simon deadpans as he holds up the sceptre, marking him a king. He will return it to someone from the organisation team tomorrow.

Soap stares at him with a bloody murder in his eyes as he points an accusing finger at him. “Was that… did ye just… did ye quote a bloody Highlander, Ghost? Oh, that is low even for ye.”

Ghost’s smile is disgustingly smug as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “What’re you going to do about it, Johnny?”

He barely finishes the sentence before Soap is on him, straddling his lap, tilting his head and kissing him like a savage. It’s all teeth and tongue. “You’re lucky you look so good in all that leather.”

Ghost smirks, sliding his hands up Johnny’s bare thighs under the kilt. “I was wondering…” his hand slides higher, feeling nothing but warm skin.

“Of course, you were,” Soap chuckles. “Could feel you staring at my arse for the better part of the day. But with the shit you’ve pulled, I think I’ll revoke your rights to it. Your majesty.”

“You know, with all the magical power I now have, I guess I could resurrect you, make you my prince consort or whatever,” Ghost suggests, caressing the soft skin but making no further move.

“Bargaining now, Ghost?” Soap cocks an eyebrow, pretending to think hard about it. “But…” he trails a finger along the laces of Ghost’s trousers, “I’m feeling generous tonight.” It goes without saying that he’s also horny.

Ghost lets himself be pushed down to the mattress, lets Johnny kiss him, and opens up to his tongue. He’s still holding him, kneading the muscles on Soap’s thighs, enjoying the fact that he doesn’t have to hassle with trousers to get what he wants. As an added bonus, his cock twitches every time he reminds himself that Johnny spent the whole day walking around commando.

Johnny’s mouth moves to Ghost’s jawline, to his neck, on which he sucks dutifully. One of the perks of Ghost’s renown is that he can parade around with love bites, and nobody dares say a thing. Soap would never admit to it, but he enjoys the privilege more than he probably should.

Ghost groans and smacks the back of Johnny’s thighs. “Give it a rest, you vampire.”

Johnny laughs, sits back and tucks Ghost’s shirt up, dragging his blunt nails across the scars all the way from his chest to the waistline of his trousers. Soap licks his lips, deliberate with the gesture so Ghost would notice. He does, and he’s had quite enough of the foreplay.

Johnny laughs as Ghost manhandles him to switch their position. Now it’s Johnny’s turn to lay on his back with Ghost looming over him, brown eyes dark and hungry. Soap bends one knee, feeling the thick tartan slide down, revealing a lot of skin. He can also feel the leather, warmed by Ghost’s body heat, and it makes him buckle his hips, seeking at least a little bit of friction. Honestly, he’s so hard it almost hurts.

Simon, to his credit, possibly feels at least a little bit bad about betraying Johnny earlier because he doesn’t tease him like he normally would. Instead, he sneaks a hand under Johnny’s kilt, brushing against his prick.

Simon chuckles at Johnny’s sharp intake of breath. “Well, this is convenient.”

The smugness leaves him as soon as Johnny retaliates; the lace-up is much easier and faster to undo than buttons and a zipper. Simon presses into Johnny’s palm as soon as it slips into his trousers. Soon enough, it’s not enough for either of them. Johnny slides Ghost’s trousers and underwear lower, and Simon lowers himself to slot their cocks together before closing his hand around them. The hold is loose at first but tightens after a few languid thrusts. Soap moans, enjoying the fact that they’re not on the base and he can be louder than usual.

Simon hums appreciatively as he kisses Johnny on the neck, worrying the sensitive skin between his teeth. Soap sighs, holding Simon close and rolling his hips in time with Simon’s lazy strokes. Soap tries to urge Simon on, but the only reaction is a muffled laugh and a thumb flicking over his cock-head, making him gasp.

What started as luxurious soon turned into torturous. The need to move and chase the pleasure is overwhelming, but Simon seems dead-set on making Johnny suffer in the most delicious way possible, ignoring the whimpers and jolts as Johnny squirms, trying to get what he wants. “Come on, Simon!”

“Patience, Johnny,” Simon smiles against his quickened pulse, licking along his ear. “Or do you want us to ruin your kilt?”

Johnny’s breath hitches as he’s momentarily thrown off by Simon’s words. He recovers quickly. “Fuck yes.”

“Alright then,” Simon finally concedes, loosening his grip a fraction to allow Johnny to fuck into his hand and against his prick. The slide is smooth, eased by the pre-cum. Simon raises his head, looking at Johnny, who looks at him in turn. Stormy-blue of his eyes dark, brows knit together, and mouth slightly agape in a mixture of desperation and pleasure. He could see this a thousand times and never tire of it.

A moan escapes Simon, a rare occurrence, but he lets it slide. They’re well away from the base, safe from the regulations. The way Johnny’s cock slides against his own, hard, hot and wet, drives him nuts. Without even realising it, he starts to match Soap’s pace.

Despite the pace, the tension in both of them rises gradually. There’s no stress, unlike their quick shags in the storage rooms around the base. No risk of being discovered and punished. Instead of focusing on keeping quiet and stilling every time there are footsteps approaching, they can focus on each other and the sensations.

Ghost’s hips stutter as he loses himself in the feeling of Johnny under him, the sound of his moans, his heavy breathing, and the feeling of his nails digging into Simon’s back. Ghost tightens his grip around both of them as he comes, powerful pulses wrecking his body, making him skip a breath as he spills over his hand and Soap’s cock and soils the precious kilt in the process.

Johnny is quick to follow, spurred by the feeling of Ghost’s release. He manages a few more thrusts, making Simon gasp as he ruts against his oversensitive cock, before he arches into Simon, generously contributing to the mess between them. He feels light, which is a bit absurd, considering Simon is still lying on top of him like a dead weight. Soap doesn’t mind; somehow, it’s soothing and grounding him in the moment.

“Do you think I could convince Price to let you wear leather while we’re on the base?” Johnny asks after a few minutes of silence.

“No, but I want to see you try,” Ghost smirks. “You know, I might take a look if it’s permitted to wear a kilt while on duty.”

“It is,” Soap replies without hesitation. “Not in the field; not officially, but otherwise, it’s permitted.”

Ghost hums, a clear idea forming in his head.

#call of duty #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghoap #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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Issue 32, 12/06/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

News from the Shopping District

By Mateo

There has been a lot of activity in the Shopping District as of late, with shops getting busier likely due to the time of year, so I’ve decided to make a little recap of the past few weeks!

Several newer citizens have been taking the time to tour around the shopping district to explore and meet potential friends, and many citizens are seeing familiar faces in nearby shops. There are people that may or may not be going on dates, and others learning that they have more freedom to be who they are and enjoy life more, and yet more who are just visiting their shopkeeper friends.

Our own Roo has been venturing around, meeting new people and making friends, and we are all very proud because socialization is difficult.

Open Mic Night at Get Vexed Diner, run by citizen Atelo, is always an amazing option if you want to sing to your favorite song without getting judged. Citizen Stitches, a plushie shop, is temporarily closed so that co-owner Jax can have a day off. Nox, of Nox’s Flowers (and Sculk Clearing), could probably use some positivity in these trying times.

There are several shops open dedicated to clothing, a few bookshops with mysterious owners, places where art drives the entire shop, several bakeries, and the well known Overseer Headquarters, among others like the pirate ship off in the distance that sells various treasures and trinkets.

There are so many talented shopkeepers that if we were to name all of them, the list would be longer than the wait for someone to get home so you can see their response to your latest message.

Not everything is fun and games, however. A shop has had to close down in the past few weeks due to a shift in management and repairing damage done to various parts of it. The Pharmacy™, formerly run by citizen Ender, has been taken over by citizens Avid and Cordelia (a new addition to the server) because of an incident last week involving sculk catalysts, a frying pan, several unsuspecting bystanders, and a mooshroom island. The two have been giving their best efforts to de-sculkify the shop and fix it up so it can get up and running again, but it is a slow process.

Other places have been affected by sculk spread, with several shops, including The Pharmacy™ and Nox’s Flowers (and Sculk Clearing), being visited by a citizen by the name of Mos, who is having a midlife crisis at the ripe old age of seventeen, but that is about par for the course of the Hermitcitizen Lifestyle™. If anyone sees them, just be careful.

I also write bearing a suggestion from Raidne of Raidne’s: Tailoring and Outfits for All Occasions and a newcomer, a skeleton named Roman with a pretty cool cape and active hatred of the sun. Please consider, if you haven’t already, that there are a lot of people on the server who can’t be out during the day due to the lack of shade and being partially or fully mob. If you can, if you have a shop, it might be a nice idea to have covered walkways in the shopping district so that people who are hurt by the sun can still come around and say hello.

Now onto other news below the cut!

Affiliate Summaries

By Mateo

Mumbo: Send help they're making the Josh Hutcherson whistle edit with irl Mumbo and it's scary, and also they're luring British people with tea— OH GREAT HEAVENS

Pearl: Soup (in the soup bowl)! And Wet Cat Wednesday!

Scar: The Scarland art book has been released and affiliates are celebrating! Go check it out— it's full of very talented artists.

Grian: A chandelier with birds on it. Don't ask, it's just majestic.

Joe Hills: Joe Hills (Joevember has ended).

Anyways that's all that news! See y'all next week!

Weekly Weather Report

by: Mateo

These are in Celsius! Apologies, fellow Americans!

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach highs of -1° and lows of -12°. Light snow is expected with little wind.

Thursday: Temperatures will reach highs of 0° and lows of -9°. Skies will be cloudy with wind speed of 20 miles per hour

Friday: Temperatures will reach highs of -3° and lows of -11°. Expected flurries and wind speeds of up to 30 miles an hour.

Saturday: Temperatures will reach highs of 2° and lows of -4°. Skies will be partially cloudy with little wind, but about a 50% chance for light rain later in the day.

Sunday: Temperatures will reach highs of -1° and lows of -8°. Expected thunderstorms early in the day but clearing up in the afternoon. Wind speeds from 10 to 15 miles per hour.

Monday: Temperatures will reach highs of 0° and lows of -7°. Skies will be clear with little to no wind.

Tuesday: Temperatures will reach highs of -4° and lows of -12°. Skies will be clear with higher wind speeds of 15 miles per hour.

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach highs of 3° and lows of -10°. Skies will be cloudy with wind speeds of up to 30 miles per hour, with chances of snow later in the evening.

Scarland Volcano ready for action!

By Azurecake16

Following the recent opening of Scarland, work has begun on the park's next area, Adventureland! Alongside stunning gardens, and Ellie the Elephant, this area will feature the long awaited Volcano of Scarland! Made using almost 50 000 blocks, this attraction towers over even the main castle, and is surrounded by seemingly charred forests, and is buried deep in the jungle! Wander through Adventureland to see it for yourself, it’s impossible to miss!

With many rides, plenty more secrets to come and more areas being built up, we here at the Overseer can’t wait to see where Scarland will take us next!