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“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”


“How would that go?”


“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.



“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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If there’s a thing Katsuki Yuuri is really, intimately used to, that must be falling. He’s been doing just that all his life, has learned the pains and the joy of a well executed fall, has been drilled on which way to turn and how to get up. He’s prepared to rise again, every time, higher and higher, tumbling down a step just to climb two.

They say the higher you fly, the harder you fall. Failures are recognizable, merciless, because they’re messy and big, always more easily remembered than success.

By this line of reasoning, you’d think spectacular falls would also make a great noise. And sometimes, they do. But not here, not now: that’s the irony of the unforgiving ice. No matter how hard you fall, the sound of your skin scraping against the cold surface is ridiculously faint. A hollow thud, and that’s it.

No matter if you ruined your whole life or just gained a new painful bruise for your already complete collection, the noise will be the same, measly and inconspicuous. Because the real sound is the one you make, grunting or screaming or crying, and the ice doesn’t ever want to steal the spotlight.

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anonymous asked:

This isn't really an AU and I know you've written this type of thing before, but what about a blackout scenario?? Usnavi's not home and Sonny's all alone (and he's still traumatized from the last blackout lbr). Listen, I just need everyone to take care of Sonny, he needs it

Oh trust me, I KNOW. I’ve tried to think up SO MANY blackout scenarios and some people have done a good few (I’ll include the Ao3 titles). We got Sonny and Pete getting totally beaten up (Unnoticed), we got Sonny fighting with some thugs and Usnavi showing up at the last second to save him (Black Streets; there was also one like this with Pete but I don’t remember the name) and of course we got one where Sonny straight up gets shot (Chill, For Real, or We’re Gonna Get Killed) and that last one even spawned a little AU with Sonny getting completely paralyzed in his right arm instead of, you know, dying and becoming a ghost X3. I’ve even done a different scenario in Two Cousins when Sonny’s dealing with a blackout with Chip.

As for different ones, we got one or more members of the barrio fam coming to Sonny’s rescue, I’ve thought of a scenario where thugs come in and Sonny tries to stop them but they end up tying him up with packing tape but Usnavi shows up so the thugs get chased off and Sonny’s fine, I’ve thought of Usnavi coming back in the middle of the blackout to find Sonny being held hostage by a guy with a knife/gun, and I’ve evened imagined a Home Alone-esque scenario where Sonny sets up little traps to protect the store. I’ve also thought of kinda a semi-AU where thanks to the first blackout Sonny gets insomnia for a while. And of course, they all end with cousin fluffs and hugs and kisses.

anonymous asked:

Gods, I love your Solangelo fanfics!! They're so fluffy and adorable!! Could you write another one where Will knows Nico likes him and Nico knows Will likes him, but the son of Hades doesn't admit it, so Will keeps like laying close to him and making him really uncomfortable until Nico gets tired and kisses him angrily?

{thanks! of course.}

It isn’t much of a secret if everyone knows what it is. And yet Nico still refuses to confirm the rumors. But Nico likes Will and Will likes Nico and both of them know it, even if Nico won’t admit it.

Now during breakfast Will sits next to Nico. “Hey,” he says, sliding so close that their shoulders and legs touch.

Nico tenses, “Space, Will, personal space.”

“Okay,” Will’s expression is half amused and half disappointed (and so completely cute Nico actually has to look away), but he does move over a little bit.

Nico manages to glance back at Will, only to find that the son of Apollo is already looking at him. They hold eye contact for just a second too long until Nico blushes and looks away again.

“Anyways…” Will says. A completely friendly and normal conversation follows.

But a few hours later, Will tries again, getting as close as possible to Nico. This one is met with another “personal space, Will, please.”

But Will’s not giving up. It’s like a game to him now. How long before Nico snaps? He’s not too rude, though, and always moves when Nico tells him to.

The third and fourth tries get some variation of the previous responses. “Personal space, Will, we’ve talked about this.”

“What do you want?!” Nico bursts out on the fifth time…even though he knows exactly what Will wants.

Will just raises his eyebrows. He knows he doesn’t need to say anything.

Nico sighs. Gods, why does he have a crush on this asshole? But he doesn’t tell Will to move this time. It’s as if two halves of his brain are warring against each other. His head was pounding and he’s afraid if he tries to say or do anything, he’ll lose all self control. Plus, maybe if he lets Will be, he’ll leave him alone.

But does Nico really want Will to leave him alone? He can’t deny that he likes the feeling of Will so close. He can’t deny that he wants more.

And in that second the battle inside his head is won and his mind is made up.

“Fine.” Nico says. He grabs Will by the front of his shirt and kisses him.

Will is shocked and frozen for a second before he closes his eyes and kisses back. Nico can feel him smile.

{this is kinda short and i currently have zero confidence in my writing.}