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63. Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

“Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy,” Robert smirked, placing his hand on Aaron’s jittering knee in an effort to calm him down.

Aaron took a deep breath, exhaling sharply as he leant back in his seat in the waiting area.

“What’s taking them so long?” he frowned, glancing around at the various official-looking people as they made their way through the room.

Robert squeezed Aaron’s leg where his hand still lay, turning to face him as he brought his other hand up to Aaron’s chin, encouraging Aaron to look at him.

“Hey, calm down,” Robert soothed, in that soft voice he had reserved only for Aaron. “You weren’t this nervous last time.”

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at that; the memory of that day always seemed to calm him.

“I’m not nervous,” Aaron insisted, leg beginning to jitter again until Robert’s hand squeezed gently to calm him down.

Aaron laughed at the disbelieving look on Robert’s face.

“I’m not!” Aaron insisted again; smiling still. “I just…I just - ”

“Want it done?” Robert interrupted, finishing his sentence for him.

Aaron winced at how harsh it sounded, before nodding reluctantly.

“In the best way, yeah, kinda,” he explained, his attention diverting again to see if Vic and Adam were having any luck with the lady behind the reception desk.

Robert let his eyes linger over his man; always wanting to savour this sight of him in a suit, even more so when it was the same one he’d worn to their first wedding in the garage less than twelve months ago.

There was something about Aaron Dingle in a suit that just made his insides turn to jelly; made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, amongst other things; filling him with such a sense of love and wanting that he sometimes wondered how he ever managed to wait this long to succumb to him.

The leg started jittering again, and Robert laughed.

“Hey,” he whispered, gently. “Look at me, Aaron.”

He obliged, exhaling as he turned to face him.

“It’s fine, they’re just running a bit behind, okay? It’s not like I’m gonna run off and leave you here, is it?”

Aaron took a deep breath as he nodded.

“I love you,” Robert added, as if he knew it was the one thing Aaron needed to hear.

And it was.

“I love you, too,” Aaron replied, smiling again now, his leg stilling automatically. “It’s just, after everything,” he hesitated for a second, blinded by the memory of it all, “I just wanna make it official, y’know?”

Robert breathed out a gentle laugh.

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled warmly. “Me too, Aaron. You’re already my husband, and I never needed a piece of paper to prove that you’re the love of my life and this is it for me, for us, forever, but I wanna get that flipping register signed just as much as you do right now.”

Aaron smiled.

“Same here,” he replied gently, before leaning in and placing a kiss against his husband’s – or was this his husband-to-be’s? – lips.

Robert deepened the kiss; indifferent now to their public displays of affection, especially seeing as this was their second wedding day, and if that wasn’t a special enough occasion to kiss his man in public, he didn’t know what was.

“Aaron Dingle and Robert Sugden?”

They broke apart at the sound of their names being called by the registrar, looking up to see Vic and Adam stood beside the lady waiting to make them official, legal, husbands.

“Let’s do this, Mr Sugden,” Robert smiled, standing up and holding out his hand for Aaron to take.

Aaron took his hand as he stood, his gaze never leaving Robert’s, his smile wider than Robert had ever seen.

“Try and stop me, Mr Dingle.”

Learning to breathe

This is a short missing scene story written for @xfspeechie who wanted to know what it would be like for Mulder to attend a Lamaze class with Scully. A bit on the angsty side.

She watched him for a while. Watched the vein in his temple flex. Watched his lips move as his eyes skimmed the pages. Watched his fingers drum against the chair handle. A metronomic tapping that perhaps kept him contained, safe from whatever monsters he fought in his mind. He was secure in this new world he had created since his return. A closed-off world where he kept his thoughts to himself, his fears locked away, his memories buried, his emotions bottled.

Ironic that she, of all people, should be so furious with him for being this way now. Fox Mulder, believer; who leapt in feet first, who wondered and dreamed and demanded the truth. The same Fox Mulder who had opened her eyes to possibilities and miracles, who had shown her life beyond edges and horizons and had shaken her faith in science on a weekly basis. She still mourned him, that Mulder, the one she had buried. He might be returned in a physical sense but he was far from home.

‘Scully, how long have you been standing there?’ That other Mulder would have smiled or flirted. Made a wisecrack about eavesdropping.

This one just asked.

‘Not long. Just came to see how you were.’

‘Oh, you know, I’m loving every minute of my enforced retirement. Catching up on some reading. Shooting hoops. Hanging with the boys. I can’t believe I didn’t do this earlier.’

She sat on his couch, rubbing her hands over swollen belly. ‘You did tell me just before you…that maybe the FBI was right, that there really is so much more…’

‘To life?’ He stared at her belly.

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

He blew out a sharp breath through his nose, leant forward, elbows on his knees.  He closed his eyes, steepled his hands against his mouth. Scully recognised the pattern, remembered the way he would deliberate over his choice of words when he had something weighty to tell her, something that might challenge her. She held her breath, listening to the filter in the fish tank, the murmur of traffic on the street below.

Mulder turned around in his chair, turned on the PC. She saw the tension set in his shoulders. Mulder was back in his safe place again.

She reached the door before he called out her name. She held the door handle, gripping the cool metal.

           ‘Scully, don’t go.’

           ‘I’m late, Mulder.’

           ‘For what?’

           She turned then. He stood before her, in the middle of his apartment, a man who’d faced mutants and monsters and vile humans, a man who’d infuriated her, teased her, saved her, loved her. A man who’d been abducted and returned but who hadn’t yet come back.

He was lost.

           ‘For Lamaze class,’ she said, stepping towards him. ‘Did you want to come?’

           His eyes lowered to her belly again.

           ‘I’d love you to be there, Mulder.’

The room was airy and bright. The other couples were young and bright. The atmosphere was fizzing with energy and hope. Mulder hung back, reading the posters on the wall, hands in pockets.

           ‘If you don’t feel comfortable, you don’t have to stay,’ she said, taking a chance and grazing his elbow.

He flinched at her touch but offered her a brief smile. ‘I’m fine, Scully.’

Her fingers flattened around his forearm, slipping down to his hand and she held his gaze as he closed his fingers around hers. ‘We can do this, Mulder. Together.’

He nodded.

The instructor’s voice floated over her as she closed her eyes and leant back into Mulder.

           ‘Relax and breathe out, breathe out slowly.’

He linked his hands under her bump and he gasped. She twisted her face up towards him. She could feel him trembling.

‘Are you okay, Mulder?’

‘It’s…I’ve never touched…I can’t…’

She felt him shift, ready to spring up, but she placed her hands on his knees, splayed either side of her. ‘It’s fine, you’re fine. You just need to learn to breathe again.’

He let out a tiny whimper and his face fell into her shoulder. ‘I’m sorry, Scully. I can’t do this,’ he whispered.

‘You can, Mulder. Everything is going to be all right.’

His tears left a hot trail trickling down her neck.

‘Relax and breathe out, breathe out slowly.’ She lifted one hand up against his cheek and with her other she covered his hand against her side.

The baby kicked and rolled and he half-gasped, half-giggled into her neck. ‘It’s real, Scully. It’s really real.’

‘Yes, Mulder. This is the truth, right here.’ She patted her tummy and the baby obliged with another kick.

He shuddered out a sigh.

‘Breathe, Mulder. Relax and breathe with me.’

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OMGGGG I wrote something! Yay! This idea has been rolling around in my head for FOREVER, so I’m happy I finally had the time and skill to write it :-) Happy Friday and weekend to all of you, here is some Everlark fluff for your enjoyment! xoxo, CC

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“Excuse me, is someone sitting here?”

Katniss pulls the earbud out of her ear and looks at the seat across from her, then up at the man standing in the aisle. “Uh, I guess not…”

“Great, thanks,” he says with a smile. Katniss tries her best to ignore him as he maneuvers into the seat, and simply returns her gaze out the train window.

She really enjoys train rides. Ever since she was little, she always lov-

“What are you listening to?”

Katniss scowls and looks at the blond man, who is gesturing to her phone. She sighs as she pulls out the earbud once again to answer him. “It’s the new District 12 album.”

“Ah,” he mumbles. “I’m not really a fan.”

She purses her lips and grips the phone in her hand defensively. “Pity.”

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Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Word Count: 3,202

Carl Grimes x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they’re best friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was so mad is because he couldn’t live without her and he loves her. And the rest is smut?

Warnings: Violence/graphic descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this in real life.)

“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.

Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.

“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.

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It always strikes me as vaguely funny when there are those parts in books where the person who wears ill-fitting clothes takes them off or wears something more fitting/tailored and suddenly the story waxes poetic on the glory of their body. I vote for super big comfy soft loose stuff, though. Honestly if a shirt never touched my armpits again in my entire life, I’d die happy. Also I like the idea of draping my various lumps in mystery. I feel like the collective literary world is missing out on a grand opportunity. Can we please glorify draping our lumps in mystery?

part four // how would you feel (paean)

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-y/n’s pov-
5 months in

It had been a month since you realized you were in love with Shawn, and you were trying to act the same as you did before, but it was harder than you thought it would be.

You didn’t want to pressure him into reciprocating, because you knew this wasn’t easy for him either. But you so wanted him to. You wanted him to wrap his arms around your waist under the sheets and whisper little “I love you”s into your ear as he kissed your neck. You wanted him to pull you onto his lap and stroke your hair as he sings love songs to you. You wanted to look at him at the end of the aisle as you walk down in a white dress and-

No, too far.

You were standing on your tip-toes, trying to reach a mug on the top shelf in Shawn’s kitchen. You groan, and you’re about to climb onto the counter when Shawn comes up behind you and squeezes your sides. You jump back, partially scared and partially ticklish. You bend over and put your hands on your knees, dramatically trying to catch your breath. He laughs at you and easily grabs a mug and places it on the counter.

“I’m gonna get you back for that one of these days,” you say, grabbing the mug and starting to make yourself a cup of tea.

“Are you, now?” Shawn asks teasingly as he reaches into the fridge. He pulls out a water bottle and leans against the counter, watching you as he unscrews the cap takes a sip.

“Yep,” you say. “I know you’re stronger than me and what now but I know you’re ticklish,” you joke, pointing a finger at him, “your mom told me you were.”

He laughs. “You’ve met my mom, like, twice. She already told you I was ticklish?” he asks.

“Oh she told me a lot more than that,” you say, remembering the conversation you had with his mom a month or so back when she came to visit. He raises his eyebrows, and you grab your tea and sit at the kitchen table. “You,” you laugh, not even sure you’ll be able to get it out, “used to write Harry Potter fanfiction.”

His face goes bright read. You erupt in laughter, a hand covering your mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe she told you that,” he says, now laughing himself.

It was times like these that reminded you. Because how could you not be in love with him? How could you not love a someone that you can just genuinely laugh with?

He pushes himself off the counter and starts to walk from the kitchen, kissing your forehead as he walks by. He drops down on the couch and turns on the TV.

You just now realize how late it is when you look out the window and see that it’s totally dark outside. You check the clock. 9:45. You sigh and follow Shawn into the living room. He pulls you down next to him before you even get the chance to sit down. You rest your head on his shoulder and he squeezes your knee.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks.


You wake up a few hours later with your head in Shawn’s lap. You sit up and run your eyes a little.

“Did the show wake you?” Shawn says.

You shake your head. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you ask. “I would have moved for you.”

“I knew you’d been swamped with school lately and I wanted to let you sleep,” he says as he turns off the TV and stands from the couch. He reaches out a hand for you and you smile as you take it and he pulls you up. He laces his fingers with yours and starts to pull you down the hall. He only kind of laughs when you almost walk into the wall since you’re nearly half asleep. Instead, he reaches down and wraps his arm around your knees and picks you up. You hum and place your head back on his shoulder.

“Do you want a t-shirt or a sweatshirt?” he asks after placing you on his bed and going to rummage through his drawers.

“A t-shirt is fine,” you say groggily.

He changes into sweats before walking back over to you. He gingerly pulls off your jeans and sweater off your nearly sleeping body, and then slides his t-shirt over your head.

“Thank you,” you sigh, curling back under the covers.

“Mhmm,” he hums, kissing your temple. You feel the bed dip beside you, and the orange glow from the light disappears from behind your closed eyes. “Goodnight, babe,” Shawn mumbles.

“Goodnight. I love you,” you say like it’s nothing.

It takes you a moment to realize what you had just said, and your eyes snap open. Shawn is looking at you with wide eyes and the beginnings of a smile.

“Oh my god,” you sit up. “I’m sorry, oh god.” You cover your now bright red face with your hands. “I’m sorry, Shawn I just-”

“Y/n!” he interrupts. “Why are you apologizing?”

“That is not how I wanted that to go,” you say, rubbing your temples. “Ugh, I feel like an idiot.”

“Darling, stop it,” he says.

You ignore him. You’re still mad at yourself. It wasn’t the fact that you said it, it’s how you said it. 1 o’clock in the morning when you’re half asleep doesn’t seem like the best time for the first “I love you”.

“Shawn, I’m really sorry. You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to, really,” you say quickly.

He grabs your cheeks in his hands and brings your face closer to his. “Y/n, I love you,” he says.

You sigh, and you can’t help the smile that pulls on your lips. “Really?”

“Oh my god, yes,” he says, smiling himself.

“I love you,” you say.

“And I love you,” he says.

He pulls your face into his, finally closing the gap between the two of you. Everything about this kiss was different. You weren’t just a boy and a girl anymore, you weren’t just anyone. You were officially in love.

You smile against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself onto his lap. His hands trace patterns under your, his, t-shirt.

“I love you,” you say again as you pull away.

“I love you more,” he teases.

“I could listen to that all day,” you say as you close your eyes, letting the words sink in.

“Then I’ll have to say it all day,” he says, leaning in to place another quick kiss on your lips.

You lay back down, though you’re not sure if you’ll be able to sleep now.

“I love you,” you say one last time before closing your eyes once more.

Fic: Big days and fragile nerves

It’s the day that Alec is supposed to become the official Head of the Institute and he is a tiny bit nervous.


“Nervous?”, Magnus said softly.
Alec let out a shaky laugh and scratched the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “You have no idea.”
Magnus sighed. “Oh, Alexander. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, sure”, Alec scoffed, running one of his arms up Magnus’s side and cupping his cheek with his hand, “only every single shadowhunter in New York waiting for me to screw up.”


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anonymous asked:

"One more chapter" with gajevy?

Yep!

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“Shrimp, I dunno what’s so damn special about that book, but ya haven’t looked at me in ages,” Gajeel complained, and Levy smirked. 

“Jealous of the book, are we?” Levy grinned, and Gajeel flushed softly at her cute smile. As she sat on his lap reading, he couldn’t help reading along with her. The girly novel was not to his tastes, but gave him a few ideas for dates that he could store in his brain for a while. 

Gajeel’s stomach grumbled, and he groaned. “You almost done?” 

“One more chapter,” she said, and he huffed. Levy’s locks ruffled with his exhale, and she shivered at the hot breath on the back of her neck. Gajeel chuckled roughly, and thought of something. 

“Ya know,” he said in her ear, warranting goosebumps up her shoulder, “If we go home now, maybe I’ll take ya on one of those dates that the guy took the girl on.” 

Levy’s eyes sparkled as she turned around. “You’d do that, Gajeel?” 

“Of course, shrimp,” he said, grabbing her hand as she hopped up. Her grin brought a smile to his own face, and together they walked home. 

He didn’t like to admit it, but he was falling for her harder and faster than he’d ever had in his life. 

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There you go, anon! I hope you enjoyed! 

Requests are now closed <3

Drugs*

Request: Luke with “now don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already” + something based on ‘drugs’ by charlie xcx
Summary: Luke has half a mind he’s in love with his sex friend drug dealer. but who knows, could be just the drugs? 

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Luke rolls to the side, spent. You grin next to him, your skin flushing prettily, and he lazily treads a hand through your hair. He makes a move to get closer, but you sit up, blankets pooling around your lap. He lets out a resigned sign that you ignore, instead grabbing your bag from the ground and rummaging in it.

“Get here,” he half-whines, and you roll your eyes.

“You know I hate post-sex cuddling.”

You can almost feel his puppy dog eyes on the side of your face, and can’t help the fond smile that spreads on your face.

“Are you gonna keep lying there like a big baby or do you want some of this?” You ask, finally turning back to him and showing him the joint in your hands.

Luke’s ready-to-whine expression instantly changes into a smirk, and he beckons with his fingers. You light the butt and take a hit. As usual, Alessandro makes them too weak. You wrinkle your nose and take a couple more hits before handing it over to Luke.

“Short, strong breaths for this one,” you tell him.

You lie back down, resting your chin on your hands as he complies. You watch the drug hit him, his eyes slowly turning hazier. He licks his lips and your eyes follow the movement, feeling your own mouth going dry.

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So I was going through this post made by @f-f-f-fight and I got an idea for a drabble. I penned it down and that was that. Hopefully I succeeded somewhat in telling it in as compelling a manner as it came to me because I’m still a bit unsure if I did.

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The door handle turned easily underneath his hand. Alec removed the key back out and pocketed it, his fingers closing around the metal. A brief smile flashed across his face as memories assailed him. Him leaning against the fire escape, mind foggy with sleep, and Magnus’s fingers brushing against his face, waking him up gently. He could still picture that furrowed brow as Magnus asked why he hadn’t let himself in. He could still hear Magnus’ chuckle when he’d replied that it didn’t feel right to just let himself in. The chuckles had dissolved into a smile and Magnus had pulled a key out of the air, leaned forward, the rasp of his goatee brushing against the side of Alec’s mouth as Magnus had whispered, “Next time, just let yourself in.”

He ran his thumb over the bow of the key, now, his fingers as familiar with the key as he was with the string of his bow. The act grounded him and brought him back to the present as he realized that he couldn’t hear music playing, or the low tones of Magnus talking with the downworlders he’s always welcomed into his loft. The loft was quiet. Like it was taking a deep breath and hadn’t quite let it out yet.

He moved through the loft, eyes roving, seeking for any sign that Magnus was home, the rugged carpeting muffling his steps.

Just as he accepted that Magnus was probably not home, he noticed it. Warm light spilling out from barely closed door of the study.

Of course. He should have checked there first.

He pushed open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Magnus was stretched out on the chaise longue, his maroon red jacket folded neatly over the chair’s head, the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned with his sleeves rolled up. The warm lighting of the study played across his face, turning it ethereal in a way that made Alec’s breath catch. He held a glass of wine in one hand, index finger running lazy circles over the rim whilst another black painted finger slowly flipped the page of the book he was reading.

Alec leaned against the wall, ankles crossed over each other and let his eyes rake over Magnus.

“Are you going to just stand there Alexander?” The words came out teasingly and Magnus looked up, eyes light with humour as his lips curved in a smile.

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gsut  asked:

ok are you taking requests cause if you are i'd love a gajevy "we'll figure this out" for the One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ prompt! if not, hi💕

Well I WASN’T BUT I WILL HEHE <3

Writing is still kind of rusty~ bear with me <3

“Hey, don’t cry.” 

The gruff man ran a hand back through the mess that was his hair. 

Not a whole lot affected the dragon slayer before he joined Fairy Tail. In fact… he’d go so far as to say that nothing affected him. He had taken such pride in that fact.

Now though… well, all the shrimp had to do was frown. Just one frown would, well.. it would do something to him.

Tears though. Tears were the worst.

Soft sniffles made Gajeel cringe. 

“I-I’m sorry I just…” the young woman beside him stuggled to choke back a sob, easily a sound that Gajeel never wanted to hear ever again. “We’ve been fighting so long, everybody is so tired…”

Another soft sob.

That did it.

Gajeel grabbed the young woman by the shoulders and turned her so that she was facing him. She blinked in surprise when she was met with a pair of steely eyes.

“We’ll figure this out, we are going to win. I swear it.” He’d never meant something as much as he had in that moment. 

Levy searched his face with her beautiful, wide, brown eyes. 

Soon, a tired smile touched her lips and she nodded. 

“Yeah… you’re right. Of course we’re going to figure this out.” Her smile widened as she took his hand in hers and gave it a small squeeze.

Well there it was. 

Just one smile from that woman could erase every problem in the world. 

What had he gotten himself into?

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Yuuri doesn’t answer, still drinking from Victor’s mug, but he tightens his grip around Victor’s hands and Victor can only stare helplessly, watching with impossible fondness as the love of his life steals his morning coffee right in front of him. Yuuri pulls away once every drop is gone, humming in satisfaction.

“Hi,” Victor greets once more, smiling when brown eyes peer up at him, much clearer now. “You’re wearing my jacket.”

@iloveyoulikekatsudon Right after I read Of Adoration and Heart Conditions, I was struck with the urge to draw this. The second one was supposed to be a messy doodle like the first, but then it got out of hand… I messed up a lot since I’ve never used watercolors before, haha.

Make This Our Kingdom (Where Good Love Conquers)

// A REBELCAPTAIN PACIFIC RIM AU

[banner created by @runakvaed​]

The Category IV attacks on a Wednesday.

Jyn watches the broadcast on the warehouse television with everyone else, the footage grainy and beyond shaky. It’s not the first Category IV to show up this year. It’s not even the second, or the third.

It breaks through the Wall in thirty minutes flat.

Everyone talks about nothing else for the rest of the day. Even the managers don’t bother pretending to do their jobs, letting the workers murmur agitatedly amongst themselves as they hurry to and fro between offices, all wearing the same pinched expression.

She doesn’t say anything to anyone; just keeps her head down, focuses on her work. She’s never particularly liked Wednesdays to begin with.

It doesn’t even take them an hour to find her.

She squints at Draven, her nose wrinkled. The general looks nearly as happy to see her as she is to see him. It’s a small comfort. “How long have you known I was here?”

He gives her an ornery once-over, thin lips pursed. “Is that going to have any effect on whether you come back with us now?”

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Not so Jason Todd prompt

Wanna know what would be super messed up? If we got a villain (perhaps a doctor at arkham because that’s always a fun choice) who thinks they’re on the side of good….using hypnotism, drugs, and surgical alteration to change a villain into a civilian. I especially find the idea uncomfortable when thinking that perhaps they’d start small, kidnapping someone on the border, a chaotic good or someone more neutral to manipulate. Jason would be taken suddenly and his friends and family would be in a frenzy to find him, only to find him wandering Gotham the next night unsure of where he had been. They assume he’s alright but take him back to the manor for observation.

Over the next few days he exhibits odd behaviors or lack off
1. He’s strangely polite to Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian
2. No cussing
3. Willing to do whatever Bruce tells him
4. A sudden aversion to firearms/lethal and non lethal weapons/violence
5. The most unsettling part is when the family suddenly realize that a lot of his childhood memories are fuzzy and his death is a blank space. He doesn’t even remember that he died.
6. He doesn’t remember why he’s a vigilante or why he fights but the drive is still there .
5. With that drive still in place he will get himself into fights, with that aversion he will get hurt.

I’d love to see a fanfiction that looks at how the batfamily would handle this sort of situation.

Is it okay if I...?

Ontae

Rated M:  Smut

Word Count:  1400~

Warnings:  Daddy Kink  (BUT probably one of the mildest daddy kink fics ever though…)  

When Jinki realizes Taemin wasn’t asking to be considerate, he was asking for permission.  


“I had a really good time tonight.”  

Jinki was just about to start the car when a hand landed on his thigh.  The street lamps in the empty lot left just enough glow to see each other in the car when he looked over at Taemin.  

“Me too.”  Jinki smiled widely.  “I’m really glad you agreed to come out tonight.”  The grip on his leg tightened as Taemin leaned over the console.  

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Into The Breach - ACOTAR Ficlet

This is really just me messing around with pretentious writing styles but it was fun so I thought I’d post it - Vague Feycien overtones. Canon compliant. SFW. Alludes to elements in the first 8 ACOWAR Chapters.

Lucien does not know which one of them is the question, and which one the answer; which one the beginning, and which the end. All he knows is that now, they are complete. All his queries, suspicions, and shadows have vanished. They left the moment he gave himself to her.

Locked in the inevitable battle to escape the Spring Court, he and Feyre move in tandem. Their bodies echo one another without the delay of sound, without clunky, stunted wordplay. Months of slipping back and forth beneath the surface of text, learning one another’s intricacies in subtext, have gifted them with a whole new language. In the battles of politics, it made them dual forces of manipulation. In the battles of flesh and blood, they strike as one.

Now hours long into the fighting, they have sluiced through the fatty dregs of henchmen, drawing upon the twins: Hybern’s niece and nephew, two dark carvings of cold, bloodthirsty statues. Their animal eyes observe their approach with feral hunger. They have many a millenia on both The Cursebreaker and her knight, and think their victory guaranteed. They launch themselves, unthinking.

Feyre knocks their feet from under them in a swift breath of air. Darts to take advantage. Pierces the woman’s breast - as close as her shadow, Lucien turns and cuts through the neck of the nephew. Two ancient creatures as feared and revered as the cauldron, slain in a heartbeat. Lucien has never tasted this much power.

With their twin deities fallen, the opposition is winded, and soon relents in surrender. A thousand pairs of eyes turn to watch the woman who glows golden in the setting sun. Turn to witness what she will do with the traitor, the Autumn Outcast, who until this day appeared loyal to the Spring Court she betrayed.

She looks at him, her shoulders taut and proud. She does not say a word.

Just as he spoke the language of her body on the battlefield, so does he know; he takes a knee, as he has done before, and vows to do many times more. Takes her hand, softly in his. Plants a promise in the form of a kiss upon her knuckles. “My queen,” he says.

“My knight,” she replies, as the sound of the borders crumbling thunders across the plains. “Will you fight with me once more?”

“I am your blade to wield as you so wish.” In her eyes, he sees the loss of all those who have fallen, and all those soon to come. They cannot afford to be kind here. She looks to him.

“Then kill them all.”

anonymous asked:

"can I hold your hand" nalu ?

Of course, anon! 

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It was a perfect day for a picnic. The sky was blue, the air was light, and there was plenty of food to go around. And that was always nice when Natsu was there–he always ate nearly everything. 

What Lucy didn’t know was that it was also a perfect day for Natsu to ask her out. 

“Hey, Luce!” Natsu said, which made her jump. Getting out of her thoughts was somewhat hard for everyone else to accomplish, but when Natsu called her name it broke her out quicker than she’d like to admit. 

His sage eyes sparkled as he looked at her with her blonde hair shining in the sun. She looked comfortable in her skirt and simple blouse, but he liked everything she wore. The day was as beautiful as she was, and that’s what he liked the most. 

“Good afternoon, Natsu. Ready for a picnic?” she asked with that smile he liked so much, and he flushed. 

“Yeah!” he replied, sitting down with a huge grin of his own before chowing down. 

After their meal, Natsu wiped his mouth and sighed. This was it, the moment he was most nervous about. 

“Luce,” he began, inching his hand toward hers with a weak smile, “C-Can I hold your hand?” 

Lucy paused for a moment in shock. Her crush wanted her to hold his hand? 

Wow, this really was a perfect day. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said with a smile, grasping his hand. It was warm yet rough, and hers was cold and smooth. Together with their hands clasped, they watched until the sun set with Lucy’s head on Natsu’s shoulder.

It couldn’t get any better than this. 

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There ya go, anon! I hope you enjoyed <3 

Requests are now closed since I just got a huge influx of them haha

I will open them up again after I finish a few more commissions <3