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bumblewarden · 1 year

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So!! I've been wanting to do this for a while, but life got in the way, so now I'm here to take that thing up again because!!! Fun!!!! This is about the relationships between OCs, and I don't want to impose anything but. Regarding how Novhen and Astala would get along:

What if they HAD grown up together? Maybe not in the same family (although, it would be fun 👀👀👀👀👀👀 they are very similar and very different from each other in different aspects. For example both are very loyal and community oriented, but also Astala is loud and boisterous while Novhen is quieter and more underhanded), but definitely the same Alienage. They'd know each others' quirks and habits. Maybe Novhen got frustrated with Astala because she'd always hide in these really obvious spots when playing hide and seek and Astala in turn would never be able to find Novhen? Maybe Novhen would at some point have stolen a plum tart for her and maybe Astala would've helped him against another kid who made fun of Novhen? Maybe, if we wanted them to meet up later during the Blight, Astala had to move away from Denerim at some point. I think she's a bit older than Novhen; maybe she got married elsewhere. Or, if not, now we gave more elves storming Vaughan's estate, which is alwats fun. I think Novhen would get to lead that one operation until Nelaros's death, because before that, stealth does seem to be the best option.

I think these two would get along well, differences aside. Astala would make an effort to lower her if needed, and having a familiar face to lean on during the Blight year would probably be a big comfort to them both. I think they'd be comfortable enough with each other to talk about the recruitment and how it didn't exactly happen willingly; they could gripe about nobles and politics; they could just. Sit in silence after Broken Circle and try and digest Sloth's nightmare. They could kill the slavers at the Alienage together!!! I think having a like-minded person from the same cultural background would help enormously.

One thing Astala probably wouldn't be on board with is the Cult of Fen'Harel. She'd let Novhen practice alright and defend him if accusations about this were levelled against him, but I think she would either have fallen out of it if she'd ever been introduced to it (it didn't save Adaia after all, so...), or never warmed up to the idea of this elvhen trickster god

These are my thoughts as far as they go. What do you think? Also I hadn't thought of it, but if you want to move this conversation to DMs, they're open ^^

(And if this doesn't tickle your fancy anymore, feel free to ignore ^^)

👀👀👀👀👀 I am eating this ask up like breakfast. Or, er, ramen. Which is the thing i am actually eating atm. But yes yes yes to all of this, i love it so much

Full response under the readmore for length, but i'm realizing now my response is mostly about them as kids 😅 Oops

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The way i play with companion!Novhen, i'd assume he and Astala are probably either siblings or cousins (i waffle), except this time on their mothers' sides. I don't know Astala's exact age, but Novhen was born in *pulls out notes* Wintermarch of 9:7 Dragon. If we try to stagger them based on Adaia's death, that's probably close to a decade between them which seems a tad bit higher than it should be. We'll just have to dance around that matter

Even if Astala isn't significantly older, there's probably never a single moment where he's taller than her XD Add onto that that girls tend to hit puberty first, there's gonna be quite the height difference around age 10

But yes, their personalities go in very different directions but are probably pretty compatible, especially if given the benefit of a shared childhood! They're both very sociable, but i suspect most people like Astala more, especially authority figures. She's much less of a troublemaker, and Novhen definitely took a while to come into his own as a social mastermind. (This also would make her the ideal candidate for a distraction whenever Novhen’s a-scheming. That’s gonna do her a lot of favors when trying to get him to steal plum tarts for her XD These two are the real blight as far as anyone in the alienage is concerned XDD)

Oh, actually! If they knew each other, i can imagine pretty well him practicing with or studying Astala to get better at social situation! And clearly it worked! (A: "Ok now make an angry face... You just look like you can't find a chamberpot. You have to scrunch your eyebrows like this." *jams her thumb down his forhead*)

Astala seems to prefer her hair shorter during the Blight, but how was it as a child? Because if it were in some sort of puff, i can imagine her child-level object permanence resulting in her hiding in an empty barrel with the puff still peeking over the top! (Artist's Rendition Below)

I don’t think he’d be too frustrated with her poor stealth outside of team games at least! (If they’re partnered is another story…) He does sometimes tease her that she’s not going to be a very good criminal when she gets bigger. Idk, how would she respond to that? Because how does she feels about the fact that she's not going to follow in her mother's footsteps (or how aware of that she'd be as a child) or maybe she would retort about how she’s already bigger or something else? Definitely a lot of ways to take that one lol

But also the idea of Novhen as alienage king of hide and seek is kinda cute. He's usually the last one left (all that damn thief training), so it’s not unheard of to see a parade of Astala, Shianni, Soris, and whoever else they've wrapped into their game (which with Astala could be quite a number) turning the alienage upsidedown to find him. There's probably at least one time he gets found in the first minute, and he thinks he's going to die of embarrassment. Because of that, they almost never let him be a hider in the first round. Sometimes when he’s hiding, they'll accidentally pick up seekers who weren't even playing along the way because they want to see him knocked down a peg XD That's what happens when you win too much!

Astala probably has him beat at wrestling tho! And the game where i imagine they’re most evenly matched would be arm wrestling. As an archer, Novhen has insane upper body and especially shoulder strength, but Astala has insane everywhere strength

On the less competitive side, imagine them as dance partners as little kids ☺️ Astala’s probably the more enthusiastic one about it, but i’d imagine she could drag him into it Easy whether through blackmail or Ole Reliable (puppy dog eyes). There have to be lots of events in the alienage that call for dancing, so it’s good to have a go-to dance partner! And if they ever get a Silly Urge while dancing, the one thing that i’ve found little kids most reliable to do is spin so fast they nearly make themselves sick, and when there’s two of them spinning each other, there’s no stopping them until the centrifugal force throws them both to the ground. At least they’re having fun lol

The Cult of Fen'Harel thing makes sense. I wouldn't expect Astala to be into that. I imagine in this case that Cyrion and Adaia agreed to expose the children to both sets of beliefs, so they could choose once they got older

It's a good thing Novhen's good at keeping matters hush because otherwise Astala would likely get stuck constantly mediating between Novhen and Ilanlas on matters of religion 🤭

Tbh Novhen would slightly begrudge her for choosing the Chantry, but i don't think he'd ever let her know if he could help it. It's just not worth it, and you can't talk about that without talking about Adaia's death which nobody is excited to talk about. Still, it's a potential source of drama, esp as the politics of DA:D are winding up

Back in the present day, if the endgame configuration is one where they live in the same location (which i think could only be the case if they were both companions), Novhen would offer her once for him to educate her child/ren in the way of the Cult of Fen'Harel and/or the Vir Banal'ras fighting style, probably get denied at least on the first one, and never bring it back up. He knows she's Andrastian and also wouldn't expect her to teach them that fighting style herself (too rogue-based), but if he had permission, he'd want to at least try to expose them to their family's traditions, so they could make a choice themselves like Novhen and Astala did

And honestly, if he's present for the origin, once Nelaros dies, Novhen would more than happily hand leadership of the mission over to Astala. Stealth only goes so far, and she has first dibs on revenge #SupportWomen

And with Unrest in the Alienage! As soon as Caladrius is dead, Novhen is scampering over his corpse to pick the lock on Cyrion's cage. Doesn't even wait for someone else to pilfer the key. Astala is free to react to that little scene however she wishes, and we get the whole Tabris family reunion after

Whoever’s Warden, i imagine those two leaning on each other a lot for emotional support during the Blight because not only are they the only alienage elves in the party, they’re family (or at the least childhood friends). Once we personalize the Broken Circle dreams, they get upsetting fast. If either of them get sent into that mission (or Maker forbid both of them), they’re definitely going to need to share a blanket by the fire for a minute

EDIT: the paragraph looks like it's been eaten but also! Novhen would be very cautious about Astala's Zevran romance at first. ("Yes, Stala, he's very dreamy, but let's not forget he's only here because he was hired to kill you.") We know he's very protective, and they're both so eldest sibling-coded

#askbox #heniareth #novhen tabris #astala tabris #au: companion novhen #< for archival purposes #also i think i remember you also speak german?#bc every time i look at the drawing my brain can’t decide if he’s even playing or just saying hello lol #so good at hide and seek he wins even when he’s not playing no wonder they’re trying to nerf him

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squirrelno2 · 1 month

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Assuming that you play Swtor... Who are your main 8 Ocs and what's your favorite class/romance?

muahahaha so you have in fact met at least one of them via my sideblog, @relevant-url-incoming, because you asked about Kit there, but I always welcome the chance to ramble/infodump/annoy the shit out of people who are following me for not-even-star-wars-adjacent things SO:

(disclaimer: this may get spoilery. it's all very out of context spoilers, but if anyone reading this cares about swtor spoilers. be warned.)

Ven is a name some people following me here will remember, specifically as a four year old Nautolan who adopts Dogma, the clone. She also, in the grand scheme of my silly little swtor nonsense, is a time traveller who grows up to fuck shit up in the distant past. As one does. She's my trooper and my Alliance Commander and my precious baby girl mary sue beloved. She's also committed a few war crimes in her youth but what is a war crime to the star wars galaxy anyway? nobody knows. it's fine.

Nalyan is her brother, newly introduced in the same fic series i allude to above, and my smuggler. He is... grumpy. and an asshole. and also overall much more likely to save an enemy than most of my ocs, but that always surprises people due to the grumpiness. I ship him very hard with Corso and Risha who I do not ship with each other, which makes for a delightful dynamic in my head. sometimes besties just have sex with the same man it's whatever.

Kitiver is my Jedi Knight whose anxiety made him fall big-time, and he is full of self-loathing and self-doubt. He's overall kind of neutral in how the game sets up morality but when I write him it's the inwardly directed anger and the way that splashes out onto others that keeps him dark, even though all he wants is to be a good person. He doesn't really believe he's capable of that, anymore. oops.

Kaojacol is my Consular who went from a kind of coldhearted closed off person to the biggest softie who just wants to be a good friend and wife and mom. She's... a good friend? to be fair to her the wife and mom thing kind of got out of control with the whole zakuul thing. Sorry Felix and also the kid I made up for them.

Exchei is my Sith Inquisitor and she's so nice, for someone who'll shock you with Force lightning if you piss her off. Her backstory is always kind of fresh in her mind, and she really really wants to reform the Empire and stop slavery. also if you give her something nice and expensive and don't betray her she'll love you forever, which is how Andronikos sold her on the whole romance thing when she still wasn't sure if she could trust him.

Ri'gastio is a fucking asshole and also my bounty hunter. He's just. He's the guy who does every mean thing and kills everyone he can kill and makes everyone pay for everything he does for them because he figures if the world screwed him over there's no point in him being nice. He might as well do the same. I want to smack him so badly.

Tavansa is my Sith Warrior, she is my pathetic wet cat lesbian who just wants Vette to love her in spite of her many murderous tendencies and the fact that she's kind of unbearable to be around. A real attack dog kind of person, if an attack dog was also always calculating how people might perceive her behaviour so she can make sure the people (Vette) she cares about see her in the best light possible.

Sarrant is my Agent and he's... very hard to explain honestly? Like he starts out super loyal and that gets burned to hell and back, and he falls for fucking Kaliyo of all people even though he likes to let people live and help them out and generally enjoys being nice, and he also will just cut a bitch for looking at him wrong - man has issues. He's made lighter choices than his sister Tavansa but he is equally fucked.

As for my favourite class and romance uhhhh... story-wise it probably is Jedi Knight because that shit is juicy, though i think in terms of juiciness Agent is also up there. But if we're talking straight-up soft spots I really like the trooper storyline. I like that I got to force Ven to solve the trolley problem like twenty times. That was great. She names her kid after Jaxo, that's how bad that hurt her.

I also really like romancing Jorgan, possibly also because of Ven, but especially for Timothy Omundson's little voice crack when you reunite with him. Like damn. how can i resist that. I haven't romanced Elara in-game yet but the version of her that lives in my head and is married to Ven and Jorgan is great. kind of terrified to find out if the actual romance lives up to that but I adore her so if it doesn't I shall simply rewrite it.

#I refuse to put this under a cut you shall all see my infodump and SUFFER #but yeah this and more is all on that sideblog I think except maybe my favourites #but thank youuuuuu i cannot express the giddiness i feel upon recieving such questions. my little fucked up children #anyway sideblogs are fun it's like i accidentally have two identities. or five really. shh #swtor #Ven (oc)#Nalyan (oc)#not gonna tag all of them because they live elsewhere but i do have ven and nalyan stuff on this blog so. tag!#still don't have an ask tag

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angie-j-kay · 4 months

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OC in Fifteen, doubling as a Snippet Sunday because I AM TIRED.

I'm sneaking into @k--havok's open tag, and tagging @dyrewrites and @doublegoblin. Also leaving an OPEN TAG FOR EVERYONE as well. :D

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Writing for Agent Bethany Larson, FBI. We'll meet her in Chapter Six, I believe.

"Well, the fellow at the desk called me 'Missy,'" she shrugged. "I showed him my badge and everything, and all Officer White did was grumble about how 'first Nelson let the perp go, now the feds are here effing things up.' Only that wasn't the word he used. I don't like that kind of language. Besides, I didn't get this far by not being curious."

"Yes, that's a lovely thing to say in front of the FBI agent, Chief Perkins. Great job. Now could you give him the keys before you write up his dismissal paperwork? For some reason, I just don't trust you to give me the right evidence."

"To be fair, anything that can shred a man without leaving any signs of forced entry is probably outside of your weight class."

"Ever get a really bad feeling about something?"

"She's gone, glitter or no."

"That's not mildew in the bathtub ... that's blood residue or I'm Martha Washington."

"... if you're not here to kill [SPOILER] then... I really don't know why you're here.”

"...I take it you were responsible for that, Little Miss Arson?”

“You picked a heck of a damsel to play shining knight to"

10.

“This isn't about one person's job, you know? There are things out there, very real things that could cause a lot of death and destruction if they wanted to. You cops couldn't handle it. The army probably couldn't handle them either, some of the things I've dealt with... Demons, monsters, cultists. That one in ten case I investigate, I wasn't kidding when I said you needed a stiff drink afterwards.”

11.

“It's pretty far off, don't you think?” Miller cocked her head sideways at the church. “If you want help from a higher power, though, we've got the time.”

12.

“Get your danged gun, Rutledge!”

13.

“Good guys do not dismember people, Rutledge!” Miller yelled back. “I shouldn't have to tell you this!”

14.

“Son, I drop this gun and your mole escapes!” she called back. “Now why don't you go radio your boss and tell him I have the genius who burned down [SPOILER]'s office, hm? ... Can you do it fast, please? This one's got kind of a foul mouth on her!”

15.

“A peace offering, that's all.” Miller dismissed him with a small hand wave. “You've got bigger problems, [SPOILER], and I think you've already lost people to that problem. Now, I also think that young lady in there knows more about this murderer than she wants to tell me. She might tell you.”

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yansurnummu · 4 months

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Nine people you'd like to know better

tagged by @thana-topsy! thank you for this! <3

3 ships all of the ships that have me right now are eso and either oc/ oc or oc/canon lol oops Drals/Azandar: my catty old queens... ugh I just love how their dynamic is shaping up in my fic. I don't want to spoil too much since I still have a ton I haven't posted, but some of my favourite scenes I've written with them is weirdly the ones where they're having arguments and things get worse before they get better. It's just been so fun to explore Drals' inner conflict of not believing he deserves nice things, and then Azandar comes in with a fuckin sledgehammer like he's on HGTV like "ok we've gotta take down ALL THESE WALLS" Asha-ammu/Donobhan: they are so special to me <3 I love vampire/human dynamics in general, but so often the vampires are the smooth, sexy ones (not to say Asha isn't incredibly sexy, they're just Nervous) so it's been fun to explore how Asha being autistic and aromantic intersect with them being a vampire. Also Don is a sweetheart and I love him a lot. probably the healthiest dynamic of all my ships. Sadryn/Ember: honourable mention because I haven't really talked about them here at all, but my gf and I have talked a lot about them and they've been sneaking back into my thoughts again. it's one of those relationships where u just wanna grab her by the shoulders and go "GIRL WHAT ARE U THINKING, HE'S DUMB AS ROCKS & THE ONLY THING HE OWNS IS A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE FLOOR" but she just thinks he's such a fun silly lil guy and wants to put him in a petri dish and study his red flags under a microscope I guess the pattern is that I loooove conflict & drama and when ships are messy and complicated!!

First ship good god... this is fitting because my gf and I were JUST talking about weeb phases and how I was a kid during that like 2006-2010 weaboo golden age of deviantart & pirating anime LOL. I can't remember exactly but I'm sure it was naruto? probably narusasu or something

Last song early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance (this is my comfort album and I'm not sorry)

Currently reading I finally started reading the Drizzt books, though so far I have mixed feelings about it. we'll see if I keep going!

Last film my parents made me watch Terminator because I'd never seen it LOL (I'm really bad when it comes to movies... there's a LOT I haven't seen, especially when it comes to the last 10 years or so)

Currently craving ough I want banh mi sooooo bad. I'm on week 3 of recovering from a slipped disk in my back and it's also been snowing here so I have not exactly been eating well :( (I will live I'm not like starving lol I'm just that flavour of ADHD where if I eat the same thing too often/ too many times in a row my brain tries to kill me)

I tag @tilliphont @aviel-the-trans-bucket @toastannas @sassyfahliil @sniperviper @shadylex and @caliblorn if y'all want to! and anyone else who feels like it :)

#yans stuff #thanks again for tagging me this was actually kinda fun to do and think about how to summarise those ships!#i am so shy about tagging people BUT IM GONNA DO IT SCARED !!#oh this turned out a bit long oops I am a rambler

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rosemaryreaper · 1 month

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Fallout OCs!

This has been sitting in my drafts for months. About time I actually shared them.

* * * * Fallout 4 * * * *

Nora “Blue” Delaney (she/her): Minutemen general and Sole Survivor of Vault 111, she led the Commonwealth to victory against the Institute. Now it’s her mission to rebuild her former home, with hope for a peaceful future in the new family that is Piper, Nat, and Shaun. While Nora constantly emphasizes that she has no interest in power, her strong influence over nearly all the eastern Commonwealth settlements and supply lines, as well as on the politics of Diamond City itself, cause many to doubt her intent. None more so than the overzealous Brotherhood of Steel…who she pissed off when she went AWOL as a paladin and sabotaged Liberty Prime. Oops.

Ros Markey (she/they): The daughter of an Appalachian vault dweller and a Piedmont settler, she’s a wanderer with an oddly diverse skill set. After a series of tragedies left her alone with only a temperamental robot horse for company, she bounces from job to job—farmhand, caravan guard, pole dancer—anything that will keep her moving away from her past. Not completely directionless, she regularly collects data for her mother’s Project Salvia, despite knowing next to nothing about the work she has inherited—or how it’s supposed to save the world.

* * * * Fallout 3 * * * *

Charlotte “Charlie” Mills (she/her): Programmer, engineer, former resident of the Capital Wasteland’s Vault 101—and yet forever a Lone Wanderer and outcast. She had a brief stint as one of the Brotherhood of Steel’s most renowned paladins before the whole mess with Project Purity left her with a radiation makeover. “Honorably” discharged due to her new ghoulish appearance, she does her best to live a (semi-)quiet life on a small Maryland farm, occasionally looking after the young son of a certain sharpshooter merc. That is, until that certain merc sets off on a mission for some weird Yankee general. Looks like it’s time to dust off the old Pip-Boy again.

* * * * Fallout: New Vegas * * * *

Shrike (they/them): Courier Six, AKA the baddest gunslinger west of the Rockies, Shrike is rather like a rattlesnake: reasonably docile most of the time, good at communication, and only likely to mess with you if you mess with them first. Unfortunately, a lot of folks like to mess with them. (Most of those folks now have holes in them.) Really, all Shrike wants is to do their job, make some caps, hang out with their favorite scribe, and maybe, if they’re feeling generous, lend a hand here or there. If only things would stop trying to kill them for five goddamned seconds.

#all of them except shrike appear in #rosemary reaper #since the width of an entire continent is something of an obstacle #nora delaney #ros markey #charlie mills #courier shrike #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas

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maknaesketches · 9 months

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aaaa i never post on here but oops here i am! a quick intro abt me- hewwo! i'm jisung! a small story writer (sometimes) and fanart maker! i'm into de, kpop, anime, kamen rider and super sentai! the styles of stories i write are mostly romance ones! and today i got a romance one for ya!

yes yes normally ppl try to make character × reader ones; and i would try to as well but for this particular one i had used my oc because i wanted to write a oneshot for her and my boi tim drake! ik i'm prolly not the best at writing but i try my best!

anyway enjoy this short info abt my oc b4 we start!

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Name: Elizabeth "Liz/Lizzy" Vail

Hero Name: Pyrite (not mentioned

Age: 15 (takes place prior to the start of YJ season 3)

Parents: Nick Vail/Spark (deceased) and Lexi Vail (deceased Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (adopted father) and Dinah Lance (adopted mother)

Love Interest: Tim Drake/Robin

Powers: Fire and Crystal

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TW!!: death, mentions of killing, mental abuse, gore, self doubt, anxiety, and depression. let me know if i missed any!

Word Count: 5959

Plot: 10 years ago a supervillain by the name of Arid would kill two superheroes, he sets out to kill their child as well, but before he can he gets locked away in Belle Reve. 10 years later he escapes prison and teams up with the Joker in hopes of finding now 15 year old Elizabeth Vail, the last known Vail in existence. Meanwhile, Elizabeth is a “powerless” girl who thinks she can’t do anything right and has been experiencing nightmares for the past few months, only for them to be true. Can Elizabeth manage to find herself and save everyone form Arid or will Arid have his way and kill Elizabeth? Only reading it will reveal the answer!

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Haze covered the ground as moonlight shone down onto the lonely streets of Gotham, under the light laid a body on the ground with blood seeping around it. Darkness swallowed the moon with eerie clouds as a male wearing a clown mask would lick blood off a knife he held and howl with laughter.

Waking up in a puddle of sweat on the other side of Gotham, a young female no older than 15 would breathe heavily as she looked around for something to cling onto, though too late because her palms were bleeding due to them being clenched for so long and hard. She would get up, going into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror; her yellow eyes had bags under them while her hands were bruised. Sighing softly she would sit on the closed toilet and wrap them with gauze that was sitting out, assumingly from her parents who forgot to put it away. “That stupid dream again… Elizabeth Vail what’s wrong with you…”

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“… You don’t think it’s a dream huh?” A female with blonde hair would ask a female that had green skin and red-brown hair. The two stood in the Watchtower alongside the green one’s lover.

“I don’t believe it is, from the sounds of it happening so frequently it could be a warning.” The green skinned female would say as she ran her fingers through her short hair. “If she will let me look through her brain I can probably get a better idea.”

“You know that’s not right, M’gann, she isn’t the type of person to let someone sort through her memories.” A male wearing a skin tight black tee shirt with the superman logo on it would say with a slight annoyance seeping through his voice. The green female— M’gann would roll her eyes as she heard the Zeta Tube announce a few members' arrivals into the tower. Nightwing— Richard would enter followed by Eclipse— Ava, Batman— Bruce, Robin— Tim, Green Arrow— Oliver, and Elizabeth would enter, talking amongst themselves.

“I never knew you could throw a punch like that, if I hadn’t dodged that would’ve hurt.” Green Arrow huffed a chuckle as he ruffled Elizabeth’s hair, “babe, you should’ve seen her in action, she was amazing, Liz took down two villains by herself today.” The arrow user said as he would walk over to Black Canary— Dinah, the first female, holding her hand as he looked at the bat family and his daughter. Superman— Clark followed by Helix— Amelie would quickly follow, the two talking amongst themselves when entering before noticing everyone else, making them open up more.

“How was your mission, Ba—“ Superman’s words would be cut short as Helix placed a hand on his chest, signaling him not to speak.

Black Canary would watch her adopted daughter, she would be holding onto Robin’s shoulder, steading herself from falling it seemed. “Lizzy, what’s wrong…?” The bird heroine would ask as she watched the child let go of her friend's shoulder, before stumbling, almost falling if it wasn’t for Robin grabbing onto her again, pulling her against him.

“Elizabeth?” He asked as he slowly moved into a sitting position on the ground, letting her sit in his lap.

“I-I’ll go get some ice!” M’gann said as she ran off, Superboy— Conner/M’gann’s boyfriend would rest a hand on Elizabeth’s forehead, sighing,

“She’s warm, but she seems fin—“

“Guys, give her some space, crowding around her like this is making it impossible for her to speak.” Eclipse would sigh as everyone would scoot backward. Elizabeth would sigh softly, thanking Eclipse before looking at the room.

“I just… I haven’t slept well, I think it’s because of the dreams I keep having.” Elizabeth said as she would stand up, with Robin holding onto her still, worried almost.

“What dreams?” Superboy asked.

Elizabeth would clench her fist as she looked down, sighing. “It’s been happening for like a month now, there are nights when it’s just this guy holding a balloon repeating the words ‘I will find you.’; and then there are nights where he is actually killing people… I see the reports on the news about a mysterious killer out on the loose and they look the same as the one in my dreams… recently when he just stands there his words are now ‘I’m closer now, you will die soon!’ a-and behind him there is a wall with the word die on it written in blood…” Her eyes would shake slightly as she felt her hand shake. “I-I don’t know who this person is or why they’re after me…” She would whimper softly. Robin would grab her shaking hand and rub it soothingly.

“Whoever this guy is, he will be turned in.” Robin would say as Batman went to the computer, he would sigh in a complaining way.

“This is the guy?” He asked as Elizabeth confirmed it, Batman and Superman’s eyes would sharpen on their faces. “Arid. He worked alongside the Joker for years before he abandoned the Joker and murdered two superheroes before getting locked up in Belle Reve… 10 years ago. It seems someone paid his sentence fee and now he’s free from jail… out to kill you.”

“Killl me? Why me?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because… your parents were the two superheroes he murdered the night he was arrested.” Green Arrow sighed as he looked at the young female. “Ember and Spark; respectively the fire warrior and the crystal warrior; Your father, Nick Vail/Ember was a firefighter in his human life, but as a hero, he was one of the best, meanwhile your mother, Lexi Vail/Spark was a meteorologist in her human life; They fought side by side, they ended up having you even before they got married, when you were just born, they wed one another… and when you were just 5… they were slaughtered on their anniversary night… me and Dinah were watching you that night while your parents were out… but they never came to get you, then the worst happened… and after that, we kept you, the league wiped all existence of Ember and Spark, not wanting to relive the trauma from that night.”

Elizabeth would look down as she would lift her hand, trying to summon any bit of power she contained, though nothing came out. Helix would watch in silence letting her face fall, worried for Elizabeth. Robin would take her hand in his as he peeled his mask off, “Let’s go out for a bit, get some fresh air, you need it.” He would say as he dragged her off to the Zeta Tube. Black Canary sighed and turned away from everyone, her eyes shaking as she looked down clenching her fists.

###

Walking through the streets of a carnival, music playing softly as lights flashed to the music, Elizabeth walked alongside Tim, the two of them holding hands still, smiling like the goofs they are. “Tim…” Elizabeth’s gentle voice asked as she looked at him. Tim noticed her facial features drop, saddened.

“Liz..? What’s wrong?” He asked as the two stopped walking, facing his school friend. Elizabeth felt her face sink more into sadness as tears began to well up in her yellow eyes. Tim’s blue ones widened as he pulled her into a calming embrace letting the girl cry.

“I-I don’t want to be the worthless, weak, unpowerful daughter of heroes…” Elizabeth would say through her tears as she buried her face against his neck trying to calm herself. Tim’s face would blush gently as he looked around, sighing softly.

“Liz, you’re not worthless or weak.” Tim said as he rubbed soft circles on her back, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he loosened up some, calming himself. He felt the girl calm down after a moment, though they stayed in the position, smiling softly against each other’s hold. “You’ve trained every second you can with us, you also literally took down two— not one but TWO— supervillains today even without powers.”

Elizabeth would finally bring herself away from Tim’s hold and remove the sunglasses the boy wore, placing them on his head. “Thanks, Tim.” She said finally bringing a smile to her cheeks. Tim would blush gently before placing a hand on her head, ruffling her hair gently. After playing games and chatting all night, the two finally decided to head home. Tim would keep his hands fiddling with a fidget toy to keep his mind sane while Elizabeth fiddled with the zipper on the boy’s jacket, smiling like a goofball as she wore it. A sudden eerie vibe set the two back some as they glanced at one another. “C’mon… let’s hurry back…” Elizabeth said as Tim pocketed the fidget toy, taking Elizabeth’s hand.

The sound of something falling made Tim quickly pull Elizabeth against his body as a metal sign fell next to them. “Run!” Tim yelled as he held her hand, running in front while she ran behind him. They suddenly came to a stop at a cliff making the young bat boy’s eyes widen as he looked around. “Shit…”

“Glad to see you again, my boy.” A maniacal laugh would pierce the two heroes' ears. Tim would make a mix between a weak/angered face as he saw the white faced, green haired villain appear right before his eyes. Tim turned to Elizabeth and quickly placed his grappling hook in her hands.

“Get out of here, quick, go find Batman and tell him he’s back.” Tim said quickly as he pulled his mask from his pocket and placed it on the girl's face. “No questions— just go!” Elizabeth watched as the boy turned back around getting into a fighting stance holding some batarangs. “I won’t let you take me again!” He yelled at the Joker, his face turning enraged.

The Joker would laugh and point his gun at the two, “Bang~” Tim watched as a golden bullet flew past his eyes, watching the bullet graze Elizabeth before she fell backwards off the cliff.

“NO!”

“YES!”

###

Waking up after who knows how long, Elizaberh would slowly open her yellow eyes, blinking slowly as she sat up, flinching. “Oh thank god you’re okay Lizzy…” Black Canary would breathe out as she would hold her daughter’s hand.

“We were so worried when we found you on the ground unconscious with a bullet wound.” Green Arrow said. They were in the batcave…? But why? Nightwing stood to the side looking at the computer with Oracle and Eclipse while Batman was standing with his kids. Superman and Helix were leaning against the wall near Elizabeth’s bed, smiling softly as she awoke.

“Tim…?” She would softly ask, looking around. Green Arrow and Black Canary would both tense and look at one another.

“He… isn’t here.” Green Arrow said as he took his mask off, placing it on his daughter’s bed. “Liz… you fell off a cliff with his grappling hook and mask clenched in your hand… Tiim wasn’t anywhere.” Elizabeth would look to the side table and feel her eyes widen. They filled up with tears as she took the mask into her fingers feeling the fabric. He was gone… Frustration took over her feelings before they froze in a matter of seconds seeing the computer screen change to a video from the Joker and Arid.

“Ah~ Batman; good to see ya.” The Joker’s mincing laugh would pierce everyone’s ears, “I got something here that you may want~” The Joker would step back and reveal a bloody Tim. “If I don’t see you, hand over the girl to Arid… Then the boy dies.” The Joker would say as he walked over to Tim, throwing him onto the ground. “Guys don’t do it I—“ Tim’s words were cut short by blood trickling from his lips, clearly in pain. “6PM, at the Gotham Park, not a minute late or the boy dies, JUST Batman, the girl and Nightwing.”

As the video ended, Green Arrow would hold Black Canary close to him, Nightwing was shaking with anger while Eclipse tried to calm him, Batman had an enraged look on his face and Elizabeth, she was in pure shock, hands shaking as she felt like screaming, throwing up and crying all at once. “I’m going.” Elizabeth said standing up, she ignored the pain as she clenched the grappling hook in her hand before walking over to all of Batman’s supplies grabbing Tim’s utility belt, placing it on.

Eclipse would grab her shoulders and make her face her, “Elizabeth, calm down. You’re not just going to rush in there.” She said, Elizabeth shook her head and showed her the time. 530.

“I have 30 minutes to be there to save Tim before he dies! Eclipse, I can’t let that happen.” Elizabeth would push Eclipse off her shoulders before putting the belt on.

“Elizabeth, you HAVE to stop.” Helix would say walking in front of her. “If you go, there’s a chance it could be trapped, Nightwing and Batman can’t always protect you.” She would state the obvious.

“You don’t think I can beat them?” Elizabeth asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Honestly? No. I don’t think you can, two supervillains that have been around for who knows how long want you dead and you think— as powerless as you are right now— that you can beat them?” Helix would scoff and hold her hands into the air, “You're so wrong.”

“Helix—“ Superman said as he sighed, walking up, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. “You gotta stop.” He said rubbing his temple, “—looks Liz, what Helix is trying to say is that she doesn’t want you getting hurt, none of us do.”

Elizabeth would look to the metal ceiling of the batcave, tears welling up in her eyes, “I know it's risky, but I can't bear the thought of losing him too. I have to face the Joker and that stupid villain, for my parents and for us. I can't let fear stop me from trying to save him… Tim has been there for me countless times, it’s time I do the same for him.”

Superman would gently wipe away Elizabeth's tears and sighed again, “I understand your determination, Elizabeth. We'll do everything we can to help you save Tim and keep you safe. Just promise me you'll be careful.” Elizabeth would nod softly and look at Batman and Nightwing, both slightly on edge, but also ready to go.

“Let’s do this…”

###

Standing in the blocked off park, Batman and Nightwing both stood in front of Elizabeth, determination and anger firing in their eyes. Standing across the way was The Joker and Arid, as promised, with Tim on the ground, dried blood covering his body. “Oh Tim…” Elizabeth whispered as the bat boy rolled over, making eye contact with them.

“L-liz…?” He uttered, shocked to see her.

The Joker would look at the clock and smirk softly, “Time’s up, Batman, hand the girl over or my partner here will kill him… and I’m pretty sure you don’t want him to die, not like your last Robin.” Batman and Nightwing’s faces turned darker than normal, both of them seeming to hold every urge to not fight. Elizabeth looked down, stepping past the two elder bat boys, walking in between both groups. Arid would also step forward holding. his hand out to her,

“Come here, Vail.” Hearing the commotion from Nightwing and Tim to stop, she closed her eyes and gave her hand to Arid, who pulled her roughly to him, laughing. “Finally! The last Vail is mine!!!” He would look to the Joker, “Let the bat boy go, we have what we want.”

“Elizabeth!” Batman would yell, the Joker sighed and threw Tim down.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this…” The Joker would grumble walking to Arid’s side, “lets go.”

“Wait—“ Arid looked at Elizabeth and cocked an eyebrow, “—let me say goodbye first… please…” She whispered, her eyes pleading. Arid would look to the side and loosen his grip, letting go.

“Quickly.”

Elizabeth bolted to Tim and helped him stand, her arms wrapping around his waist, tears welling in her eyes again, “Tim… you’re… you’re okay… you’re okay…” She whispered, hiccuping as she hyperventilated slightly, her hand running along his cheek and back. Tim flinched, but smiled hugging her back.

“Liz… I’m okay… you didn’t have to do this though, I would’ve been fine… now you’re going instead of me…” Tim would rub her cheek, moving a tear. Elizabeth would think for a moment and take off his jacket, confusing Tim, even more when she placed his jacket in his hands before backing up, next to Arid, “L-liz—“ His eyes would widen, shaking as he tried to reach out for her. Elizabeth would look down, clenching her eyes as the Joker kicked Tim back, Nightwing and Batman both caught the boy,

“Shit— ELIZABETH!” Nightwing yelled, watching the three disappear.

###

Looking at the unnaturally fancy room Elizabeth kept her arms close to her body as she looked around, posters and famous paintings everywhere. “Making yourself at home?” Arid asked, walking around her, he was a slender dude with slicked back black hair, a black & red eye while the other was white & green, his skin was tan and he had a black handlebar mustache.

“W-why haven’t you killed me yet…” Elizabeth asked softly.

Arid would laugh and circle the wine he carried in his cup, he would lift it above her head and pour the wine over the girl's body making her yelp at the cold feeling rushing over her body, the room getting significantly colder on top of that. “Because, Miss Vail~ I’m going to enjoy killing you, I had to give you parents a quick death, but you? I can torture you to death… I think today… Let's start with some… mental pain.” He would laugh as he left the room. Elizabeth slid to the ground as she shivered, tears staining her cheeks as she noticed the room becoming foggy, memory gas. Her eyes would widen as she tried to hold her breath, scared. The gas would fog her mind, and everything else as she felt herself struggling to breath, she looked towards a window feeling her tears well in her eyes before everything went black.

“Elizabeth, what do you think you’re doing!” The high pitched scream coming from Helix who looked horrified, confused, she would look down to see Superman, struggling to breathe, he had a stab wounds to the heart, choking on something as well. Helix would shove Elizabeth aside and bend down, “Clark? Clark!” Helix cried out as she shook the dying hero. “Clark, c-come on wake up… CLARK!” Elizabeth shook her head and stepped back, shaking. She would bump into a chest turning around quickly, Batman. He looked at Elizabeth and swung at her, the female dodged quickly, heavily breathing, scared.

“How dare you kill him!” He screamed as he swung again. Elizabeth dodged before getting hammered in the back by a tomahawk, followed by a bo staff sending her flying into the black void, struggling to stand. Once she managed to get to her feet she saw Tim.

“T-tim!” She whimpered standing up, grasping his shoulders. “I-I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill him!” She would cry, shaking him. Tim would shove her off of him and back up, joining a dashing male’s side, holding his hand.

“You didn’t just do that… you destroyed everything, you destroyed our home, your parents, us, all of it, thrown away because of you.” He grumbled.

“Hey hey…” The dashing male would say, rubbing his hand, “Let’s go Tim, she’s not worth your time.” He said, walking into the void, leaving Elizabeth alone.

The scene would whirl around to her standing in front of her parents in her dad’s house, yelling coming from both of them… but it was all directed at her. The house was badly destroyed on the inside, burns and blood everywhere as spit flew from her raging father and high pitched shouting from her mother. Tears just fell as she held her head, covering her ears crying. Nothing was right. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.

The scene would change again, with her back in the void, staring into the darkness for miles and miles. All she did was scream, that’s all she could do, scream. She didn’t kill Superman. She didn’t ruin things with Tim. She didn’t do anything to make her parents mad. So what happened!

“Elizabeth…?” Fear struck the girl as she turned around slowly, gentle glowing figures who she couldn’t really make out were standing in front of her now. “I know things seem tough… but you will get through it… just hold on a little longer, my little flame you’re doing so good…” A masculine voice spoke, he glowed a reddish-orange color.

“I’m so proud of you baby, you’ve become an amazing hero even with your dormant powers.” A feminine voice spoke, she glowed a pinkish-purple color. Elizabeth stretched her hand out to them with a sad smile on her face, the figures floated back though, “It’s not time.. Not yet, Lizzy.” The female mumbled sadly before they both vanished with a poof.

Awakening in a puddle of sweat, Elizabeth looked around the place, locked in the lonely room still. She had purple marks on her arms, seemingly from herself. “Did you enjoy that?” Arid asked over the speakers in the room. Elizabeth just shook her head, soft whimpers escaped still.

###

Stepping into the Batcave after cleaning up, Tim kept his hands on the bo staff, a familiar comforting feeling taking control of him. “It’s good to be home…” He said as he shrunk his staff placing it into a strap on his back.

“Good to see that you’re awake.” Ava would say.

“It really is, Alfred, said you didn’t have as many injuries as we anticipated.” Richard would say and smile softly, rubbing the current Robin’s head. “Bruce isn’t happy that you sacrificed yourself though.” Richard said, making a face.

“It’s better than letting him get Liz…” Tim quickly said as he looked down, “I was abused by the Joker… but I was never his target…” Tim felt tears sting his eyes, “I overheard him talking to this guy, Arid, he killed Liz’s parents and is also after her life… but instead of the quick death, he is going to torture her..” He would clench his fist and punch the wall next to him, it made Ava and Richard jump in shock at his reaction.

“He’s gonna torture her…?” Dinah would ask in shock as she overheard the conversation, her eyes shook as she sunk onto the ground, crying, overwhelmed by emotions.

Oliver would rest a hand on his fiance’s shoulder and let his mind run quickly with every idea springing through his brain. “Did he take her to the place you were held at?”

Bruce would enter the room and shake his head, “Arid is a lot smarter than that, there is no way he would take her there.” Bruce would go to the computer and start searching things up.

“Dad, let me.” Ava said as she would join his side, she bent down next to him and started searching, quicker than him. Richard would watch, smiling softly at his girlfriend's behavior to her father.

As the bat dad and daughter worked Tim sighed and turned to everyone, “Arid mentioned that he used to be a hero.. Dr. Medical I believe he said that he used to love Spark, who is her mom.. He worked on a team with Spark and Ember, until Ember fell in love with Spark and they ended up getting married, it left Arid fuming… he ended up killing Spark when he was trying to kill Ember instead… then… he became mad knowing Elizabeth was still alive, since her hair color and skin tone match her father while her eyes match her mother… all he sees is her father and that's why he wants to kill her.” Tim would sigh softly, running a hand through his hair. He would look at the belt that sat in his hand and sighed, “We’re going to get her back, I can promise that.”

###

A few days would pass by and Elizabeth could hardly stay awake, her pink tee shirt torn, her shoes burned as well as her pants. She would look down at the dried blood along her legs making her unable to stand as she eyed the bruises and burns. Everything hurt as she laid there with a hand over her yellow eyes, tears unable to fall due to over crying. She would close her eyes feeling the room get even colder, her body shivering. Parts of her body turned purple with the coldness. “I’m really going to die here… huh…” She whispered as she felt the overwhelming sensation of death awaiting her. “I failed everyone… Helix was right… there is no way I could’ve won… I’m not strong enough to take care of myself, I haven’t trained for as long as anyone else… Dad tried to train me, Zatanna and Eclipse did as well… Helix tried too but none of it worked.” Elizabeth would lift her hand off her eyes and stare at the unfriendly looking hand. “I guess I’ll get to meet my parents… sooner than I thought…” Closing her eyes, she finally accepted her defeat. She would feel herself go…

Waking up in the oh-so-familiar black void, Elizabeth looked down at her clothes, a simple whitish-green dress with her long light brown hair tied with a pink bow. Her yellow eyes would blink at the surrounding empty void. Elizabeth's heart skips a beat once she turned around and saw two familiar faces in front of her. Confusion and disbelief wash over her as she realizes that these strangers from earlier “I-i know you guys!” She gasped out.

The one glowing orange-red would chuckle and shake his head, “Are you sure you remember us? I don’t think you do.”

“You didn’t even recognize her at first!” The one glowing pink would scold the orange-red one and sighed, hissing in annoyance. Elizabeth would hesitate, unsure of how to react, but a glimmer of recognition flickers in her eyes. Slowly, the pieces start to come together, and a mix of emotions floods her. It's a bittersweet moment, filled with shock, curiosity, and a longing to know more about these people who share her blood.

“Mom… Dad… no way… W-wait this means… I’m dead OMG!” Elizabeth would gasp out as she held her face, hyperventilating. The purple-pink one would quickly grab Elizabeth’s hands and pull them off her face, blowing on her face trying to calm her down.

“Hey hey— no no no, you need to calm down… Elizabeth— look at me!” The purple-pink one— Lexi Vail/Spark would say. The orange-red one— Nick Vail/Ember would sigh and rub Elizabeth’s head.

“Lizzy, you’re not dead… not yet anyway, look… we’re here to help you.” Nick said as he backed up and crossed his arms, smirking. “This is going to hurt… maybe.” He said and tilted his head, chuckling gently before filling it with flaming fire. Lexi rolled her eyes at her husband before holding her hand out with freezing crystals. “Take our hands… come on little one.” He said gently. Elizabeth looked down at their hands and shakingly grabbed both of them, her eyes widened as she suddenly screamed feeling power raging through her body, purple-pink and orange-red energy flung through her body, glowing. Everything hurt as the girl fell to her knees feeling her body absorb the energy.

After a few moments, Elizabeth would open her eyes, both of them glowing the theme colors of her parents. “Wha… What is this overwhelming… power…” She whispered as she stood up; the left side of her body flooding with the cold beauty of the crystal powers while the right side of her body surging with the hot gracefulness of the fire powers. “I…I feel so alive!” She yelled out as she shot powers into the void, jumping in surprise. “Oh my gosh! I just did that!” She gasped before looking at her parents who smirked in admiration at their daughter.

“Now… Liz hun, you’re going back to the living side…” Lexi said as she rubbed her daughter’s cheek before holding her husband’s hand; the parents opening a white void behind them. “Go home Liz, please… you’re not meant to be dead.”

Elizabeth looked at her parents confused. “Won’t.. won’t you two be gone then…?” She whispered as her dad pushed her toward the white void.

“We will… but we are apart of you now, we awoke your powers… at the cost of our lives… well what is left of us anyway.” Nick laughed before he bent down and kissed his daughter’s forehead. Lexi would do the same thing. “Go on.” He mumbled as he gently pushed her forward. Elizabeth smiled at her parents before mumbling a thank you before going into the white void.

Awakening in the pitch black, freezing room. Elizabeth would sit up, in the torn clothes making her sigh. She questioned if the dream she had was even real, but she felt better, more alive… She would look down and watched her right hand flare up, making her yelp softly, “It’s real!” She gasped. She looked around and stood up slowly as she rolled her arms, warming up her body. She would smirk and hold her hand to the wall and watched it catch fire. A snicker would escape her lips before watching the room start burning. She would laugh and throw her head back, her eyes glowing the colors of her powers.

###

“Woah— a massive fire just broke out at the old abandoned manor…” Helix said in shock as she scrolled through the news on her phone. Superman made a face and leaned over the former villain's shoulder.

“The fire is pink— how can a fire be pink?” Superman asked, making a confused face.

Richard would take the phone and look at the article, “No signs of any gas lines or oil around there… the only way to start something—“

“Police and Firefighters say nobody can get inside… that fire is over 500 degrees…” Ava added.

Tim would look down, sighing in annoyance. “Guys we HAVE to find Elizabeth, this fire isn’t any of our business.” He said, making a face.

“Tim, we’re trying… let's try to deal with this fire, it may lead us to something.” Bruce said, “Superman, Helix, Green Arrow, Nightwing and Robin, go. Oracle, Canary, Eclipse and I will keep searching.”

“But Bru—“ Tim would receive a glare from Bruce making him go quiet. “Fine… let’s just get this over with…” He grumbled.

The team would arrive on to the scene, Superman and Helix taking to the sky, “Robin… something isn’t right… yes this fire is hot but… there’s someone standing inside of it.” Superman would utter to the bat boy who looked confused.

Squinting his eyes in the pink flames he made out a figure in the flames. A white and pink hair ribbon fell infront of his face fragily making his eyes widen as he quickly rushed forward. “ROBIN!” Nightwing would yell as he tried to grab the panicking 16 year old.

“No… no no no…” Robin would yell as he ran. Helix and Superman would fly to try to grab the boy, but before they could the fire made a path open up. Helix would quickly pull Superman back, holding onto him. Robin would rush into the pathway making him confused when he came to a stop infront of a female. Her hair was down all the way as her clothes were ripped and tattered. Tears stung the young boy’s eyes. “Lizzy…” He gasped out as the fire closed behind him, leaving the two unharmed.

Elizabeth turned her head back to see the cleaner up bat boy prior from the other day. “Tim…” She whispered in awe as the girl would stop the fire on her hands before looking him up and down. Overwhelmed with emotion, she would step back, scared. Robin would take a step forward and grab her hand.

“It’s me.. in the flesh.” He whispered as he placed her hand over his heart. “I’m alive… and this beating heart proves it.” Robin would pull her into a hug as Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears, Robin would tighten the hug as the two slid onto the ground, the fire around them disappearing.

“Robin!” Nightwing called out again as he made his way over to the two followed by everyone else that was there. A smile fell onto the blue bird's face, “Lizzy… you’re okay…” He spoke as Helix quickly flew down, followed by Superman who held Helix in his arms as the girl would feel her body shake.

“S-something… isn’t right…” Helix mumbled as she laid in Superman’s arms. The muscular hero would notice a stone on the ground making him hold Helix closer.

“Because this place is surrounded with Yalex energy… it’s hurtful to you.” Superman said as he looked at everyone. “C’mon; we saved Elizabeth, now we need to go, before things get worse.” He said as he flew back, trying to save the weakened girl in his arms. Everyone else would retreat back, Robin holding onto Elizabeth. A swoosh sound would be heard resulting in Elizabeth quickly turning around, throwing up a massive crystal, blocking the attack.

“Have fun getting through Obsidian.” Elizabeth smirked softly before screaming was heard on the other side, the crystal breaking.

“You— You stupid girl get back here!!!” Arid yelled as he ran at Elizabeth. Robin and her made eye contact, ready to fight. An arrow pierced Arid in the stomach before it was followed by 3 more arrows.

“Hurt my daughter again… and I won’t miss your heart next time.” Green Arrow growled as he lowered his bow. Elizabeth turned to her adopted father and bolted into his arms, “I missed you so much baby…” Green Arrow whispered as he picked up his daughter into a tight hug.

Once he released her, Elizabeth rushed to Nightwing and hugged him. “I’m glad you’re back kiddo… Tim hasn’t slept well these few days.” He said and patted her head.

“Who says Tim sleeps even when I am here?” Elizabeth commented; the two sharing a small laugh before the younger turned to Helix and Superman, walking over to them. “Helix… Superman… I’m… I’m sorry… for acting the way I did and not upholding my promise. I thought I could beat Arid, and save Tim without any issues… but look at the mess I caused.”

Helix would lean down and gently pull Elizabeth into a hug. “I’m not mad… I was just worried… me and Clark may not be your parents, or adopted parents, but we both see you like a daughter we don’t have…” Helix would rub her cheek and smile softly. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Superman would nod in agreement as he watched Helix stand back up and join his open arms.

Elizabeth would feel arms wrap around her back making her flinch but lean into his hold. She smiled, not even needing to turn around, knowing who the back hug was from. She would rub his cheek and smile softly, feeling her tears fall freely again. The painful memories of the feeling of death… now to this moment of standing here around the people she loved, it was all so much. She would turn around in the bat boy’s arms and hold his cheeks. “Tim…” Just with the whisper of his name, nothing else and nothing more, the masked boy melted as he leaned in and did what he should’ve done along ago, kiss her.

(drawings are mine btw!!)

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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can we get gang leader yuta rivalry between oc’s boyfriend’s gang oop

The night is dark as you stand beneath the harsh artificial lights of the Ventral Bridge. Across from you, an all too familiar man stands, surrounded by more of his own men. You're not worried, though, for beside you stands your boyfriend, your own lackeys standing behind the two of you.

"You've infringed on our territory one too many times lately," your boyfriend, Touya, calls out to the man standing across from the both of you.

"Last I checked, this was my turf." Yuta replies, mirroring your stance by crossing his arms in front of his chest. Briefly, his eyes lock with yours. "And only one of you is allowed to set foot here."

"I don't need your sympathy." You scoff. "I can go wherever I damn well please."

Touya throws an arm around your shoulder and you watch as Yuta scowls before you.

"And another thing," Touya's eyes narrow in Yuta's direction, "stay away from my things."

Yuta quirks a brow, amusement shining on his features. "Is that really how you see your partner? As something you can own?"

"Shut the fuck up," Touya's grip tightens around you. "Stop twisting my words."

"You know they're not an object, right?" Yuta hums. "I know your past suggests otherwise, but don't treat them like they are one. I'd hate for them to get hurt like all the rest."

Your brow furrows. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't listen to him, he's just trying to get under your skin." Touya says, leaning into your ear.

"Oh, so he hasn't told you?" Yuta smirks, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Guess you haven't heard of his reputation, then."

"I've certainly heard of yours." You reply bluntly.

"Let me guess?" He quirks a brow. "Our dear Touya has told you about how despicable I am. That I'm so evil, I hurt everyone that dares to cross me. If I don't decide to kill them, that is." Yuta meets your gaze with a slight shrug. "He's right. But at least I don't hurt the people I actually care about. I don't pretend to love someone just to get something from them."

"I find that hard to believe," you mutter.

"What can I say," again, Yuta shrugs, "I'm an honest person."

"Enough talking," Touya cuts it. "Do what you came here to do, or just leave."

"Of course you wouldn't want me spilling all your secrets, now, would you?" Yuta chuckles, his eyes flitting over to see Touya standing rather tensely beside you before locking with your own once more. "He's using you, sweetheart. Just like all the rest, and once he's done with you, he'll leave you broken and abandoned like all the others before you."

"You don't actually believe him, do you?" Touya turns to you, but you raise a hand to tell him to stay quiet for the moment.

"Why do you care so much about what happens to me?" You narrow your gaze at the man across from you. "You don't even know me."

Yuta's eyes flash, a delighted, unnerving grin stretching across his features. "Oh, but I do."

"Stop talking!" Touya demands, practically shoving you behind him as Yuta continues to stare right past him and directly at you.

"That bastard only got to you first to prove a point." Comes his voice, echoing around the cement beneath the bridge. "You see, another thing it looks like he conveniently forgot to mention is that he loves taking things. Especially taking people others care about away from them. He only wants you to prove that I can never have you."

Your brow furrows and you purse your lips, opting to remain silent as Yuta begins to slowly stalk towards you. Carefully, he begins to unbutton his jacket, that smug look still tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Tell me," once more, Yuta's eyes flash as he meets your gaze, "has he ever complimented you other than to tell you how 'hot' he finds you? Has he bothered to learn how resourceful you can be? How intelligent you are? I've seen you take down guys almost twice your size in less than three moves, so certainly he's commented on your strength." At the way you remain silent, Yuta's brows raise in mock surprise. "No? He hasn't?" He hums, giving Touya a pointed once over. "Shame."

"How do you know all of this?" You spit, on high alert as you see men shifting into position to attack all around you.

"Because I know you." Yuta grins. "Ever since the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I've wanted you. In every meaning of the way, I've wanted you by my side, fighting with me, not for me or anything like that. Only, it looks like he got to you first." Yuta's eyes narrow at Touya before shifting to you, his gaze softening as he sees mild surprise painting your features. "You really are beautiful."

"Alright, I've had enough of your crap," Touya hisses, taking a few menacing steps towards Yuta.

"What can I say," Yuta hums, repeating his same words from earlier, "I'm an honest person."

With those words, the two males lunge at each other. For now, each of their subordinates stands down, allowing the two leaders to hash it out.

As you stand there, watching on with wide eyes, you realize that this fight is no longer about whose territory is whose.

No, this fight is about you.

#ask #yandere yuta #yuta drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles #gang au

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2 3 4 7 10 11 12 20 for lillian woods (saw it on your neocities, but the page isn't finished yet) it's okay if you don't wanna answer all o' these (and i imagine a decent number of these will get answered upon completion of the page) but the thumbnail's got me very interested in what's going on there (<- lover of plants who are people)

wow i've been putting off that page (and the others) for basically forever but knowing someone out there is interested has added like +10 points to my motivation stat. thank you so much anon. okay let's see what we got here

--- 11.) give a general summary of the plot/world/characters. (putting this one first to help with the other answers!)

Lillian Woods is a story set in a kingdom where a monster-filled forest begins growing and overtaking the land's edges at an alarming rate for unknown reasons. Most say it has something to do with a beast lurking deep within the woods...?

Sarn, a quiet mercenary, has been making do with the difficult situation. They are staying in a mostly-abandoned town on the forest's current edge. However things become tricky when a knight named Florin arrives from the center of the kingdom, over-zealously determined that he can defeat the beast and save everyone. After showing Florin some humility, then some pity, Sarn and him make a tentative team to track down the beast in the forest's heart and end the kingdom's suffering. ---

2.) if you gave an in depth description of your story to someone who was not all the way paying attention, what would their takeaway be?

probably something like "two guys kill monsters in the woods". ---

3.) any recurring images/elements?

Hydrangeas appear often-- the characters live in the 'Hydrangea Kingdom'. Florin is also a Hydrangea person, as are some of his fellow Knights. of course, the Queen is as well. ---

4.) what would you say is the message, if there is one.

generally, ideas of not letting past grief consume your future. But there is some other stuff. ---

7.) how would you describe the relationships between the characters in the story within eight words or less?

(between Sarn and Florin) difficult at first, polar opposites, but gets better. ---

10.) if your story is titled, why did you choose that title?

Lillian is the name of the aforementioned "beast" who is making the woods grow; ergo, Lillian Woods. ---

12.) okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse.

Sarn probably. I like a troubled nonbinary swordsman. The fact that they are so cutesy/simplified jsut makes it better for me (even though i created them when i was like 16 so this fact gives me grief sometimes).

i also designed a girl named Benta back in the day who is cool and cute, but we'll see if she stays around. I would link her but i guess i haven't put her on my toyhouse, oops ---

20.) your ocverse just got a movie trilogy a la hunger games style. how have they horribly mangled your message/theme so that the movies are now a showcase of what the original was condemning?

Probably something like actually portraying beginning-of-story Florin as noble and capable instead of the clueless fool he is

#asks #ask game #i havent thought in this story in a long while. i forget how old it is! thank you again for the reminder anon

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sweet emotion pt two | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; So I posted the first part to this yesterday and honestly, I wasn't too sure if I'd even be able to come up with a second part. But I did and so, here we are. So apparently, not only does this Henderson!fem reader have a whole lotta sass / artsy and witchy stoner vibes but also, she apparently does not like large crowds that much and she's showing a lil bit of a softer side here. Also, pretty sure if I were to write this one in the future as an adult (with her man Eds) she'd be involved in animal rescue or something.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x Henderson!fem reader ( who yikes, sorry.. does read like an OC bc a very detailed personality and such. I tried hard not to but with this one and the one for Steve with a henderson!fem reader, the details just kept coming, oops rip. so if that breaks immersion for anyone, I am so so so so so sorry. I'm still learning how to do reader / y/n type stuff.)

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I can be found by clicking. As I stated previously, there is no Upside Down / unholy events that happen to deal with in this. It's just another lil normal slice of life thing. So if you like those -and you like the idea of our metal god living and thriving, maybe you'll like this. I am lowkey tempted to have little brother Dustin and his buddies try to play matchmaker or something at some point.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @allelitesmut @aries-arcade @hcloangcls and a courtesy tag to @rampagewriting - feel free to ignore if you're not up to it bb, it's fine. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here. Also, I want to tag @rollingwiccan bc their comment made my entire night and I thank them so much.

Warnings ; mentions of anxiety (large crowds / people in general), heavy sexual tension. Lots of little 'hidden gestures' and mutual pining angst, brief hints of a bad previous relationship -Henderson!Fem reader previously dated a huge jackass named Troy. Study session turned impromptu guitar lesson -be warned i was really vague with all musical related terminology bc I am.. not a musician.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters. I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

The sign leading into Forest Hills trailer park is hanging askew, the chain that formerly held up the left side abandoned hope probably well before you were born. You try to remember which trailer Eddie said he lived in as you drive slow down the only road in or out and then you finally spot Eddie’s van parked haphazardly in front of one so you stop and pull in across the lawn from it.

An older man is standing in the doorway as you finish jamming out to Led Zeppelin and kill the engine to your car. You get out after you grab your books and notebooks. As you’re approaching the door, Wayne chuckles to himself.

“You lost?” he calls out.

“Nope. Eddie lives here, right?” you ask the question as you shuffle your scuffed combat boots against the dry lawn and pop a noisy blue bubble with your gum. Right off the bat, Wayne is not sure what to think about you. You’re a girl Eddie talks about non-stop lately and normally, that worries him because the kid tends to get real caught up in the idea of a person and then they pull his father’s stunt and disappear when the kid needs ‘em most. Then there’s the other ones who treat his nephew real bad and whisper and stare or go out of their way to avoid getting near him in a crowd. Wayne’s always been protective, Eddie isn’t just his nephew. Eddie is the only good thing in his life. Eddie might as well be his own damn son and the way people treat him always makes Wayne stay on guard.

“You the kid with the snake?” Wayne asks with a quiet laugh. You curtsy and smile. “And three cats, a lizard and as of last night, a baby bird with a broken wing.” you add, making Eddie’s uncle laugh. You, on the other hand, you are beyond nervous because you feel like you’re being sized up. Scrutinized.

But then, to be fair, you can’t blame his uncle for being protective. People either treat Eddie like shit or they all shrink away in fear and whisper behind his back. Or start dumb rumors.

“Dustin.. That Henderson boy.. Is he your little brother? Always see you puttering around in that death trap out there with him and those two other boys, that little girl…” Wayne asks. You smile and nod. “Mhm. He’s in Eddie’s Hellfire thing.”

Wayne feels a little less ill at ease. He asked about Dustin because he always sees you around town with the group of boys and the little red-head across the road.

He steps out of the doorway and you take a deep breath. Maybe you passed the little test you feel like you’ve just been given. “Eddie!” you yell out over the guitar from behind the closed door at the end of the trailer.

Wayne chuckles to himself because you’ve already taken off your combat boots and he’s seen the mismatched socks you’re wearing. Not only that, you’re looking around. He saw you stop by the picture of his nephew in middle school, smile a little when you picked it up and put it back down.

You remember the leftovers your mom sent with you and sit them down on the flimsy dining table as you turn back to the older man. “It’s uh.. Chili.” you smile at him and twist hair around your finger. You’re at least halfway sure that he’s on the fence about you and normally, that wouldn’t bother you but this is Eddie’s uncle. He’s important to Eddie, therefore, you want him to like you.

Without giving away the fact that you -an actual chaos demon according to most, have kind of been in love with his nephew for so long that it’s probably not funny and it might seem a little… weird if that ever came to light.

“Should be good later. Gonna get cold tonight.” Wayne muses. He yells his nephew’s name but Eddie keeps on playing. You’ve wandered back over to that photo of his nephew in middle school again and you’re holding it, staring at the frame. Shuffling your mismatched socks on the floor. He starts to get the sense that you’re a little awkward. And he starts to see where his nephew insists that your whole ‘tough’ act is a front.

He’s still undecided about you, but he warms just a little more. Maybe you’re a good kid and you’re not like the others in town who keep a wide berth while whispering, staring and pointing behind his nephew’s back.

“Is that his room?” you nod to the closed door and Wayne chuckles, nodding. “Mhm.”

“I got it, sir.” you’re grinning way too much and this is when Wayne comes to the conclusion that you enjoy the fact that you’re a little chaos magnet.

Or that’s what Eddie refers to you as. And some of the stories he’s told Wayne about you, well.. Wayne Munson doesn’t entirely disagree. His favorite was probably the one where you filled a pail with glitter, rigged it over a classroom door and when the one kid who was always messing with Eddie the most walked in, you pulled a rope and covered the kid in sparkly pink and purple glitter. Eddie also told him about you keeping a packet of the stuff and randomly blowing it at people throughout the day.

You’re creeping towards the closed door. When you’re standing in front of it, you have to take a deep breath. You throw open the door to Eddie’s bedroom and you promptly lose all coherent thought because Eddie is sitting in a chair with his guitar in his lap, no shirt on and his hair caught up in a familiar black elastic.

Your black hair elastic. The one you thought you lost at some point earlier in the day.

You were going to just yell something random but you can’t stop staring.

Eddie looks up while you’re preoccupied and he sits down the guitar in it’s resting place and stands. “My uncle didn’t like… Interrogate you or anything, right?”

“Mhm.” you quickly add with a soft laugh, “But it’s okay.”

Eddie swears under his breath. Not only for the fact that his uncle interrogated you like he does every new person Eddie brings back to the trailer but he was hoping you’d change before you came by but you didn’t and now he knows he’ll be totally fucked for focus and coherent thought because you’re wearing the little black dress with a white turtleneck beneath it. And the damned stockings that stop at your thigh that he stared way too long at earlier when you were sitting on the table in the cafeteria so you could talk to Astrid, because she was sitting in Gareth’s lap.

“You sure?” Eddie asks.

“You act like I’m made of glass, Munson. I’m razors, remember? Razors and barbed wire.” you laugh softly. And as you say it, Eddie thinks to himself that you might act like you’re tough but he’s definitely figuring out that you’re not really.

“Yeah, I keep forgetting.” Eddie blinks because he was doing it again, staring at the shape of your lips. To be fair, the way you’re always biting the bottom one is a distraction. A huge one.

The tension is creeping back in and it’s heavier. So much heavier. You step up to him because you were going to sit your books and notebooks down on the nightstand but Eddie took a step forward. You gulp and you definitely do your best to keep your eyes down because if you don’t, you’re going to stare. And it will be awkward. Your eyes catch on the tattoo on his arm and you giggle, raising his arm. “You didn’t wash off the marker.” you smile up at him.

That smile is something he’ll do anything to see again. That smile is the whole reason he’s started to just let you trace around the bats tattooed on his arm when you’re bored or nervous. He can usually tell you’re more nervous around larger crowds because earlier, you were talked into sitting in on a Hellfire meeting by Dustin and you were sitting between Dustin and Eddie at the table before it started and the more people who filed into the classroom, the closer you’d get to him and the more you’d drag your finger over the bats.

So he definitely knows by now you are not nearly half as tough as you make yourself out to be.

And it’s like a fucking drug to him, honestly. The more little glimpses of your softer side that come out, the more he tries to fight whatever is happening. But lately, he hasn’t been doing so great at fighting it off.

And everyone notices. And he has been getting some serious hell for it.

Like earlier when Freak -one of the guys in his band and Hellfire, noticed you sitting on the tabletop, between Dustin and Eddie and he saw you glancing around the room, quick to look away and down, twisting Eddie’s rings on his fingers. Freak teased the hell out of him after the meet up ended because Eddie actually forgot what he was going to say at one point and the asshole found it hilarious to point out later.

His direct quote was something like “Nobody else gets to do half the shit she does, Munson. Is she your girl?”

It was a question Eddie hadn’t answered. But when the idiot said something seconds later about asking you to come over and watch movies, Eddie had pretty much taken it upon himself to tell the guy to try it and see what happened.

Your laugh prompts him to focus, stop slipping into his usual daze. You’re sprawled across his mattress, your notebook and the textbook open in front of you. Curses flow from your lips fluidly like a second language and Eddie sits there, watching you as you make a face of sheer annoyance at the text open in front of you.

“How the hell am I supposed t’ help you with this shit if I can’t even figure it out? Jesus christ.” you grumble as you sit up and slam the textbook shut while pouting.

Wayne peeks into the room. “Off to work.” he dangles the keys to the van. “Behave, Eddo.”

“Always.” Eddie laughs.

Wayne gazes at you a second or two and it’s enough that he catches you just staring at his nephew while Eddie isn’t looking and this puts the older man just a little more at ease.

“Nice meetin ya, kid.” he finally says to you before closing the door.

“Fuck word problems.” you grumble not even three seconds later. “Look, if I see one more word problem I’m going to lose my mind.. I.. Can we take a break for a few minutes?” you ask quietly. “Just til I can figure out what I’m missing.”

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah.”

It’s started to rain and the sound of rain hitting the metal roof is relaxing. When the silence is too heavy, you can’t take it anymore, so you attempt to start a conversation.

“Gareth is in for it this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Astrid’s going to invite him over while her mom’s out of town. You know where this is going.” you laugh softly. “I’m just glad she’s happy, man.”

“I’d say the same about Gare but he’s actually pretty fucking obnoxious lately.” Eddie laughs when he says it and you pretend to pout. “Sir, I happen to think it’s adorable for them.”

“Meh..”

You stick out your tongue and Eddie chuckles quietly.

He reaches out and picks up his guitar, starting to play for a little bit. It’s giving him something to do with his hands and if he’s focused on the guitar and music, he’s not staring at you like a complete idiot.

Only now, you’re the one staring like a complete idiot. Utterly fucked for focus. When he glances over at you at one point, it’s all you can do to pretend to be real absorbed on the blank paper in the open notebook in front of you. You can feel him watching you.

“You stare at my hands a lot.”

His statement has you choking on air and you cough. He puts down the guitar and leans across, hitting you between the shoulders. Laughing as he locks eyes with you, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly, the laughter dying away.

You stick out your tongue. “I do not stare at your hands a lot..” you drag your hand through your hair. You’re lying and you know it. And Eddie’s aware of your little fixation. He just called you out on it. You shrug without saying anything for a second or two. “Your rings.”

“Yeah. I uh… noticed earlier in the lunchroom when everybody piled in at the end of lunch you were kind of playing with them.” Eddie rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You’re not a real big crowd person, hm?”

“I hate anywhere super crowded, holy shit. It’s like I can’t–” you trail off, laughing at yourself. “Nothing. It’s dumb and if you tell anybody that, I’ll put you on your ass, Munson.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’ve noticed it for a while now. You fidget a lot when you have to speak in class or you’re in a crowd and you don’t have something t’ focus on. Kinda why I don’t say anything whenever you play with them lately.”

What he doesn’t say is that he also doesn’t stop you because he likes it because the softness of your hand is kind of soothing to him too. And more than a time or two, he’s been in a heated discussion with Mike or Erica or Freak or Gare and he’ll catch sight of you and take a deep breath and it’s like he’s fine.

“What about my rings though?” he asks, chuckling. Trying to keep the conversation lighter in the hopes that maybe you’ll open up a little more. Dustin advised that you were nothing if not guarded. An on-again and off-again asshole named Troy was mentioned, and if he did half the things Dustin told him about, Eddie hoped that this time the off was off for good.

Or that he could get his hands on the guy somehow, yeah… That’d be one fight he’d be willing to have.

Dustin said you used to be different. Happier. But then your parents got divorced and your dad stopped having anything to do with the three of you and then you got mixed up with the jerk Troy and now it’s like you’ve got a wall up or something.

You shrug. “I like ‘em?” you go quiet.

Every part of you is beyond tempted to blurt out the truth in all it’s bizarre glory. That you like his hands because they’re sturdy and warm, bigger than yours and a little rough. And the contrast whenever he accidentally touches you is kind of soothing.

But you’re not trying to make the awkwardness any worse than it is.

Eddie nods. “Thanks?” he chuckles and goes quiet. “Have you ever played guitar?” he asks, not sure where he’s going with it and almost instantly, he wants to kick himself because if he does what he’s tempted to do, it’s going to drive him crazy, being that close to you.

You shake your head. “Nope. Always wanted to try but I’m horrible at music.”

“C’mere.” he pats his lap and your brow raises. “You don’t… you don’t have to teach me.”

“We’ll call it a trade, alright? You’re tutoring me, so I can teach you guitar.”

You swallow down a massive lump in your throat and slip off of his bed, making the short step over to the chair. To make it a little less awkward, Eddie widens the gap between his legs and lets you sit down and get settled and then he puts the guitar in front of you and leans against your back a little, his arms around you. His hands over yours as he explains the different chords and finger positions to you, the warmth of his breath tickling at the shell of your ear. The scent of him dominating the space around you and you’re breathing in deep before you can stop yourself because it’s just that calming.

“Okay, show me again.” you laugh out when you mistakenly pluck the wrong chord.

“It’s this one.” Eddie wraps his hand around yours and guides it up the neck of the guitar a little higher. You get it right and glance back at him and he’s grinning.

You smile a little too. Giggle quietly.

“We need to get back to it.” you hate saying it so much. Eddie nods, clearing his throat. Pouting a little while you’re not looking because he honestly doesn’t want you to move. But he knows that you did agree to tutor him and to do that, he needs to focus.

The two of you settle across his mattress, him sprawled one direction and you the other, with the books open in front of you. You finally figure out the correct way to go about solving the word problem and you’re bouncing and laughing and he can’t help but smile. You help him through it really quick and then you move on to the next one and as you’re attempting to work through it, all he can do is stare. Watch the way your tongue juts out when you’re focused. Or the way you like to chew the end of your pencil.

Or the way your legs are up in the air, crossed at the knee behind you and he can see the mismatched socks that you’d worn with your boots and those distracting fucking thigh highs earlier. You look up at one point and push the notebook so he can see it. “Okay, if I have this figured out right, you have to divide and then subtract. But I could be wrong.” you point out what you did and watch as he does it on his own paper.

The math book is closed and you roll over onto his back. “Finally. Now we can get to the easier stuff.” you let out a relieved groan and he laughs. You remember that you wrote down what was going to be on a history quiz he’d have the next day and you sit up, rifling around through the organized chaos you call a notebook until you find the notes you made to give to him and you hold out the paper. “Learn that. You have a quiz tomorrow. We had it today so when I got to Art I wrote it all down real quick.” you’re rambling and it’s cute and he can’t help but laugh quietly as he takes it to read it.

You’re staring, watching as doe eyes scan the paper and the way his tongue drags the outline of his lips. You’re staring way, way too hard. When he looks up, you look down. Focus on the sketch you have going of a skull with a snake crawling in through the mouth with it’s head coming out of the nose. You’ve just started to put roses all around it, cute little dainty ones and a few sunflowers and daisies when Eddie clears his throat and rubs his forehead.

“We need another break.”

“Mhm. If you work too hard you’re not gonna retain anything I’m trying to help you learn.” you answer before going quiet. You sit down your pencil and Eddie reaches out, taking the notebook. Looking at the sketch.

He grins as he hands it back to you. “You’re good.”

You laugh and shake your head, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you do it. “Not really.”

“No, this is really good.”

You give him a little smile and shrug. “Not as good as your bats. Or the design you drew for the t-shirts.”

“Oh you liked that?” he chuckles. Stunned a little because he had no idea anybody knew he was the one who’d designed the shirts.

“OH!” you laugh. “You gotta see this one.” you dig around until you find what you were helping Astrid work on earlier in art, she wanted to make adverts for the next gig. Eddie took the paper when you held it out and he chuckled. You laugh quietly. “Astrid, she uh.. She’s really going all in on this band girlfriend thing. She wanted to make adverts to pass out before the next show.”

“She did, huh?”

“Mhm. To quote her, I’m the only person she thought could come up with a dark and badass design. She wants to surprise Gare and get that put on a shirt too.”

Eddie snickered quietly. “Pretty sure he’ll just rip it off her.”

“Oh god, yeah. But it’s the thought, right? She wants to do it all soft pink when she gets the shirt made. I told her red. She refuses to listen.” you mock a gag at the mention of the color pink. Eddie snickers again and drags his fingers through his hair.

“She uh… She invited me to come with her to the Hideout.” you go quiet after you say it. “I told her I’d go.”

“Really?” Eddie’s smiling, a smile entirely too big and he knows it shouldn’t excite him this much because he’s trying like hell to just be okay with being your friend -or at least the guy you talk to and hang around with because said guy happens to be best friends with your little brother, he’s too afraid to push his luck.

He doesn’t want to make things weird or mess up what he hopes will be at least friendship.

And the things he feels are so deep. Intense. They’re a little terrifying for him, truth be told.

“Y’know it’s crowded most of the time.. Right?”

“Yeah. I figure I can just like… Hang out with her and maybe I won’t notice.” you answer quietly. What you’re not telling him is that you want to be there. You want to see him light up with joy doing one of the things he loves because seeing him happy makes you happy.

Because it’s both scary and sappy as hell.

And you’re not good at handling either thing, but it can be argued lately that you’re trying a little bit on the sap and sweetness front.

Trying is the active word.

“I’ll be there. If it gets too much you can come to the back until we go on or something.”

You nod and give him another smile. “Yeah. I’ll… I’ll do that if it gets weird.” you stammer quietly. You catch sight of the time and you gape. “Oh shit.” you laugh a little. “I should probably get going.”

“C’mon. I’ll walk out with ya. Make sure your tire isn’t going flat again before you go.” he stands and you make your way into the living room. You stop to pull on your boots, using him to prop against and stay steady as you do so. As you step out and the night air hits you, you shiver a little and he laughs. “Told you you should’ve brought a jacket.”

“Ha ha ha, Munson.” you step a little closer. He’s taller and he blocks the wind reasonably well. Not to mention, you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” you smile as you open the door to your car and he leans against it, gazing down at you. “Don’t drive like you’ve got a thousand lives to spare, alright?”

“Yeah yeah, okay, fiiiine.” you laugh as you pull the door closed.

Eddie watches as you drive away, waiting outside until the taillights are gone from view. Then he sits on the step, lights the last cigarette of the day and takes several long and deep breaths. Because he’s starting to realize that Dustin Henderson is right. If he keeps fighting it much longer, it’s going to drive him crazy. And if he has to be perfectly honest with himself, he’s not entirely sure he wants to fight it anymore.

But every time he thinks he’s ready to stop fighting it, he’ll try to find some way to clue you in or bring it up and he comes up blank. Or he talks himself right out of it.

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