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sex therapy :: 17. wicked games

chapter tags/warnings: family drama. mentions of masturbation. mentions of sex. infidelity/adultery. nonconsensual acts. manipulative undertones. strong language. classism.

word count: 3.6k

notes: this chapter incorporates the official manga relationships in the zenin household (link that illustrates the family tree). without further ado, i present to you the latest pov added to the fic: toji! likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply appreciated. xoxo

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Toji Fushiguro could not get his mind off of you.

Was that weird to admit?

When he last saw you two weeks ago in Teyvat’s meeting room, dolled up in that pretty pink dress, he had to wrestle every urge to push you onto his dick. All the times he had to retreat to his room afterward too—all because your one outfit had set off his imagination—forcing Toji to lock and then lean against his door so that he could palm himself through his sweats to dirty thoughts about you.

Gosh, what higher being in the universe allowed you to be such a hot and sexy tease? You sure loved prancing around with basically nothing and stealing looks at his colleagues as though he wouldn’t notice.

At this point, Toji was certain that he wasn’t the only therapist calling dibs on you. That most definitely pissed him off, though, because he explicitly told you that your pussy belonged to him.

Then why hadn’t you made another appointment these past two weeks?

Were you upset, perhaps flushed with utter denial, from the revelation that your husband had been cheating on you? Besides, he recalled how you had reacted so strongly to the information, racing away from the therapists who were just being honest with you.

In hindsight, Toji might have felt a teeny tiny bit bad about crushing your rose-colored glasses without much lead-up, but he was rarely the type to beat around the bush anyway. After all, he was the one to suggest a divorce in your first therapist appointment.

Of all things, echoing laughter was what finally grounded Toji’s wandering mind.

His green eyes fluttered rapidly, realizing that he had been in his office and staring blankly at his desk for... how long has this been? He glanced briefly at his tabletop clock. When he noticed how the time had advanced by thirty minutes, Toji rested his forehead on his left palm. “Damn...”

Given how he had a fully booked schedule today, he could not afford to dawdle in his thoughts. He had not noticed that half an hour had passed so quickly. How was it possible that thinking about one person (you) made him lose all sense of time?

He could do better than this.

‘Maybe you’re the one who needs a therapist,’ Megumi had recently pointed out to him in irony, and boy, do these words from his own eighteen-year-old son sting.

In contrast to himself, though, his co-workers had lately been in higher spirits than usual. That much Toji could ascertain given the hubbub that continued to filter into his suite. He would not have minded the phenomenon much had it not been for this gut feeling, this hunch, that you were the reason behind this change.

At his age, Toji has learned to mind his own business, but he still considered joining his colleagues by the reception desk to investigate. He stopped, however, upon noticing an article at his desk.

Right, this was what had derailed Toji from his work.

‘Look at this, boss,’ Geto had said when he first presented the printed webpage to Toji. ‘No wonder Y/N’s been lonely. Naoya literally took his side bitch to Mexico.’

The accompanying photo may be in low resolution, but Toji recognized the two figures hand-in-hand, stepping into a private jet. Their faces were shielded by baseball caps and face masks, their bodies clad in boring and baggy clothes. Consequently, Toji had to scoff, drumming his fingers along his cheekbone.

Another impeccable snapshot for our collection, huh?

Quite the scandal was brewing in Japan’s high society, not to mention how the illicit relationship involved your husband, and the therapists were merely here for the show. This was what the therapists were trying to advise you about before you promptly shut yourself away from them.

The love affair—especially involving a family as influential as the Zenin’s—should theoretically be all over magazines and newspapers, but any internet search for this image would prove futile. The Zenins were good like that, relying on under-the-table tactics to ensure that this photo would go nowhere.

Only thanks to his colleagues, who had extensive contacts throughout Japan’s many ranks, was Toji able to get his hands on this printed article before the magazine editors had taken them down.

Naoya, that cunning bastard.

If he had been in Cabo prancing around with his paramour, how did he so quickly realize that his images had been circulating among Japanese media? Or, more likely, was it his authoritarian father Naobito who informed his doltish son about the impending rumors?

Either way, Toji could not believe that he was affiliated with both assholes by blood, no less: Naoya, his cousin, and Naobito, his uncle. To think how he was involved again with the relatives who he had sought to avoid, Toji assumed that fate must love toying with him.

Already, growing up in the Zenin family was hell, to put things mildly: how they would obsess over power and prestige as though those two items alone determined one’s value as a human being, how they would scrutinize one’s every action because everything had to conform to their cookie-cutter standards, and then how they would abruptly cast aside those who strayed away from their ideals.

Toji, once an established member of the household, could speak from experience. Thus, blood relation meant nothing if these were the same people who had prayed for his downfall.

He recalled his relatives’ dirty glances when he announced his engagement twenty years ago, then the even nastier looks when he took his first wife’s surname as his own: Fushiguro. ‘She’s a woman too low for our caliber,’ Toji had been told.

He remembered the apathy he later received after his wife’s untimely death, followed by belittlement when he chose to marry again—this time, to a single mother. Perhaps he should have heeded his family’s advice for the last bit, but his decisions seemed right at the moment. During a desperate time, he provided his then-gradeschool son with a much-needed maternal figure as well as a stepsister.

His personal life already made him a deviant among his relatives, so when his family discovered his therapist ventures earlier this year, Toji was not surprised to be severed from the household he once had been considered to lead. Well, Toji was more relieved than bitter, anyway. He could now live life on his terms without worrying about what his father’s uncle’s second cousin twice-removed or some crap like that thought about him and his son.

As he gazed upon the pixelated photo again, he sighed and wondered: was this how low the Zenins have stooped since they had expelled him? A centuries-old bloodline built on relationships with the public and the powerful, now resorting to bribes and threats to sweep scandals under the rug? While watching the Zenin clan burn from afar was entertaining, the situation was also pathetic and sad.

To also think that his moronic cousin Naoya was now not only the household heir but also the current CEO of the family conglomerate. Not to mention that the family’s current patriarch Naobito seemingly turned a blind eye to Naoya’s flings. The older Zenin might have been a brilliant businessman back in the early ‘90s, but his elderly brain had deteriorated too far to see how, at this rate, his son would eventually drive the company and the prideful family to the ground.

Had you realized what you married into?

Probably not, but you didn’t deserve this.

Or, to put things the other way around, the Zenin family didn’t deserve you.

“Yo!”

Toji shot up from his seat just as his door crashed against the wall.

He turned to the sound’s source in surprise. Leaning against the entryway stood a personage with his white lab coat draped over his unsurprisingly shirtless chest. The incomer crossed his thick arms over his half-exposed tattoos, but one such arm frees itself to greet Toji with a mocking wave.

“Sukuna,” the older therapist grumbled, “I’ve told you to knock first.”

“Why?” the pink-haired man challenged, not caring how this must have been the hundredth time he heard the order. For him, this was in one ear and out the other. Rather than mind the complaint, he inspected his newly filed nails. “Worried I would walk into you fingering Mrs. Zenin again?”

“Only because that’ll make you jealous,” Toji retorted with equal spite, to which his colleague chose not to respond anymore.

Besides, as a savvy businessman, Sukuna knew how to pick his battles. He might come off as crude, but only because he understood that, with his financial acumen and incredible connections, he was an indispensable asset.

After some silence, Sukuna’s chest rose and fell with a long sigh. “Well, check your schedule, Fushiguro. You have an appointment coming up now.” Not only was he the most well-organized therapist but also the current receptionist on duty. He then huffed again. “Tsumiki’s mom has been waiting for you. I don’t know how you deal with such an impatient bitch. What the hell am I supposed to do when—"

And a hand shoved his face away before he could finish.

Sukuna, flinching from the unexpected approach, recoiled at a beaming woman that peered in from the door frame. Anyone would immediately notice that the overly excited client was beautiful. The plush of her full lips, the gentle arches to her face, the roundness in her doe-like eyes—her looks were akin to an angel constantly in awe. Most people could hardly believe that, with her youthful looks, she actually had a university-aged daughter (with whom Toji could see a strong resemblance, too).

Meanwhile, her large brown eyes scanned the office—the posters, the couch, the nearby mirror—until her gaze landed on Toji and lit up.

“Honey, I’ve missed you!”

Before someone could stop her, the woman welcomed herself into the premises, her lithe limbs swaying with her graceful figure. She sported a simple navy dress that contrasted with her true self because, as far as Toji knew, this woman was anything but simple.

In fact, as she sashayed into the room uninvited, Toji remembered the paparazzi pictures still sprawled on his desk. He caught Sukuna’s maroon gaze and scowled.

This is why I tell you to knock.

Hurriedly, Toji then pushed the photos under some files just as his client seated herself in the sofa seat closest to him. She then turned to her escort in the hall. “Thank you, Sukuna. You’re such a wonderful man.”

She might be oblivious to Sukuna’s irritation, but Toji did not miss the way his colleague hid a gag and rolled his eyes. “M'kay, whatever,” the pink-haired therapist muttered as he slinked back into the corridor.

Then, when Sukuna shut the door with him, she pressed her rosy lips together. “Aw, Strawberry Boy doesn’t want to join us. Guess he likes to play hard to get.”

“Mari,” Toji started, placing his right ankle over the other knee. He rested his back against his chair and held his hands behind his neck. “I do not think neither Sukuna nor any other therapist here is interested in you. Therefore, if you are seeking a summertime fling, I’d suggest you pursue someone else.”

Shot down, an exasperated Mari tossed her dark locks to one side, a die-hard habit of hers. “Like who?”

Like Naoya.

It was hilarious for Toji to think about how he was entangled with his cousin’s mistress, the very same lover in that paparazzi photo with the young executive. In fact, Toji had this theory that Naoya sent Mari here as a Trojan horse, a seemingly harmless client whose actual intention was to gather intel for the Zenin CEO from afar, a pretty façade to lure others into ruins. He didn’t have much evidence to back up the suspicion (yet), but he knew Naoya for long enough to be familiar with the silly games he’d play. Did Naoya and Mari really think that Toji would be so naïve?

“Well, in Tokyo, there are plenty of ways to meet people your age,” he finally suggested and had to suppress a slight smile before adding, “Unless...you’re into younger guys?”

Mari narrowed her eyes but for a millisecond. Had Toji not been at the top of his field, he would not have noticed. Nothing, however, got past him.

“But,” she responded, “I still like you most because you give me your time, Toji.”

Interesting. Because that would mean Naoya had been too busy for his poor sweetheart, hm?

No wonder Mari had been so frustrated. Life must be tough when one was merely the mistress of the Zenin Corporation’s CEO. Not only was Naoya Zenin a mediocre performer in bed, but the homewrecker role also came with no fancy balls, no formal recognition, and—if the affair was well-hidden—not enough public attention either.

Pity.

Toji leaned forward in one fluid motion, resting his elbows on his desk. “Do not misunderstand my intentions, though,” he clarified while lacing his fingers. “I spend time with you because, as your therapist, I am sadly obligated to do so.”

The woman frowned.

“Now, that’s not nice,” she pointed out, allowing her staccato to afflict him with guilt. "That’s not how to talk to your wife, my dear husband.”

And Toji snapped.

“Ex-husband,” he corrected forcefully. His startled client jerked backward in her seat, but that didn’t matter because he had to sternly remind her, “You were the one who filed for divorce, remember?”

Toji liked to think that he was a patient man. Well, he had to be. As he grew up, the pressure that came with the Zenin spotlight taught him to exert self-discipline and emotional regulation, skills that became even more pertinent in his current role.

As a licensed practitioner now, Toji was obligated to treat all clients equally regardless of background. But under no circumstance could he remove all biases when this was the very woman who split up with him, leaving his son Megumi and his stepdaughter Tsumiki under his care. Therefore, she had quite the audacity to keep visiting him at his office and still call him her husband, especially since she was Naoya’s mistress!

How sinister life could be. For years, no one—not even Toji himself—would have seen this coming: how his second wife would leave him, citing ‘irreconcilable differences’ on the divorce papers, only to become his first cousin’s secret girlfriend.

His sudden confrontation, however, must have caught Mari off-guard, for she began twirling at her strands again. “Just because we aren’t married anymore does not mean that I don’t think about you. It’s been so long since we’ve—"

“Three days,” Toji interjected. He had to hold his breath before his annoyance controlled him completely. “The last time you saw me was three days ago. That isn’t much long ago at all.”

The silence that ensued was admittedly awkward until Mari suddenly stood up.

For a moment, Toji had to hide his relief thinking that the appointment would end earlier than anticipated, but he should have known that Mari wouldn’t leave that easily. Instead, she approached him in slow steps, encircling the seated therapist like a vulture.

When she drew near, her hands skimmed up from his brawny arms to his equally well-built shoulder blades, gliding over his lab coat before her warm palms began to knead at his tired muscles.

“I...think about you more than I’d like to admit,” she whispered, an incantation that could set any lustful man’s heart ablaze. Her fingers continued to massage him in slow and circular motions, the gentle pressure over tight knots melting into a calm and comforting rhythm. “I care about you so...don’t be mean to me, alright? The words you sometimes say, they hurt me a lot.”

Her delicate hands crawled up to his chin next, her left thumb tugging at the plush pillow of his lower lip. The most dangerous thing about Mari wasn't how she embodied a young lady’s exuberance with a mature woman’s elegance. Rather, it was her ability to place spells like these. Back when he had less self-respect, Toji might have forgiven her and caved in, her simple but flirtatious touches like trances that could crumble his resolve.

But you still fuck your ex-wife?

Of all moments, your words from weeks ago decided to haunt him now, your revolted expression a clear image in his memory. His heavy-lidded eyes batted quickly as he came to a realization: Why was he doing this?

In the revelation, Toji stopped Mari’s wandering hands from traveling toward his black slacks.

“Mari,” he said very firmly. As he pulled her away from him, his green eyes held her shimmering brown ones. “No.”

“What?” Given the woman’s visible surprise, Toji could also imagine the smoke that fumed from her nose. After all, this was the same man who once would go weak on his knees for her. Mari stepped back, folding her arms defensively. “Why not?”

“You say that my words hurt you, but I would argue that you’ve hurt me far more,” the therapist explained. As he regained composure, he twirled his chair so that he could face his client squarely. “Have you heard? Your own daughter Tsumiki isn’t even returning to Tokyo for her university’s summer break because she is too ashamed to see you.”

“Good!” she shot, surprising the man with her soured temper. “Would not have cared to hear from her either! Tsumiki had always sided with you and your urchin-headed son. But you know what? You’ve changed, Toji. You, and all the other therapists here, too. I don’t know what has been up with you four, but this clinic was far better back when Naoya worked here.”

Toji had a talent for hiding the whirr behind his thoughts, but he could not conceal his surprise this time. Although he wanted to, he never bothered to mention Naoya in his appointments with Mari before. However, it turned out he didn’t have to be the first one to bring up his cousin since Mari did so herself. Had she not reminded him, Toji would’ve forgotten that Naoya was once a sex therapist too, the family pair once working several doors away from each other.

Since the opportunity already presented itself, Toji took the chance to inveigle his ex-wife. He stood up from his office chair and closed the little gap between him and his glaring client.

“Let me tell you something,” Toji started, his voice low but steady. “You genuinely think Naoya is all that great of a person? That man has received countless complaints from his former clients about manipulation and derogatory remarks. He’s disrespectful. He’s deceptive. He's a complete con man. Therefore, I would actually argue that our office is much, much better without that elitist and misogynistic asshole.”

Come on, woman. Take the bait. I’m waiting. Three, two...

“Naoya is not that kind of person,” Mari erupted, likely faster and with more fury than she intended.

Well, that was easy. Toji appeared unruffled from the outside, yet he grinned inwardly.

While he paid no mind to how the woman shook her hands from anger and flung a weak fist into his strong chest, he did—however—find more amusement when she added, “Spreading false rumors about your own relative doesn’t make you the bigger person.”

Unfortunately for her, she tended to act and speak before she thought, not realizing that rushing to Naoya Zenin’s side made her suspicious.

“What? Do my claims about ‘my own relative’ upset you that much?” Toji challenged, quoting her words. He rolled his shoulders back after pushing the woman’s hands from his pectorals. “He’s my baby cousin, so naturally, I have seen his good and bad sides. Just throwing that out there. Unless,” his voice then dropped into a deep bass, “for some reason, you know something I don’t...?”

The inflection in his tone was purposely inquisitive, and he raised an innocent brow with his questions. He could see the emotions that threatened to spill past her walls, from how she furrowed her brows in contemplation to how she pursed her lips in wrath.

But Mari bit her tongue at the very last moment. “No,” she quipped and folded her arms defiantly. “Naoya is not my business.”

Sounded rehearsed, but oh well. The paparazzi photos from their recent Mexico getaway might prove otherwise, though.

“If you say so,” Toji shrugged.

He was satisfied enough with Mari’s reactions to his cousin’s name, and he liked thinking about how two heartless people had found passion in each other. Just as Toji retreated to his seat, a knock rapped at the door and opened to Geto at the entrance.

“Time is up, boss.”

Even as the appointment ended and was followed by other clients that day, Toji’s mind buzzed into the evening.

Call him obsessed, but—for himself, for his son, for his stepdaughter, for his colleagues, and for you—he sought revenge. As Toji mulled over his strategy in his home library that night, he could feel himself about to detonate like a time bomb when the apartment buzzer rang unexpectedly.

“Megumi!” Toji’s low timbers boomed, hoping that his son would hear him from his room upstairs. He chased toward the entryway in hurried steps, calling the teenager’s name again because only the boy’s high school friends would be visiting at this hour. Toji swung the door open. “Megumi! Yuuji and Nobara are downst—”

His words vanished when, in the place of two bubbly teenagers, there stood you.

You raised your gaze from the ground, the overhead lighting leaving a warm glow on your features as you met Toji with reddened and lachrymose eyes.

“Can...we talk?”

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end notes: 1) For me, this was another challenging chapter to write, as I balanced between introducing the many layers behind our main therapist and inundating you—my lovely readers—with too much information without adequate context. 2) Originally, I had named Mari something else. I changed it because her name eventually reminded me of a different anime character and I didn’t want the association. Haha.

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A Fleeting Memory

synopsis: you and keigo meet at a party and play hide and seek, plus almost kiss

note: hawks thoughts are put in italic!

Word count: 1.5k

“Hawks do you have any friends, at all?”

this was an out of the blue question and kinda offensive coming from a worker of the P.S.C.

“Why do you ask..?”

the worker sighed softly, “Well you see, my daughter is throwing this house party but apparently she ‘doesn’t have enough people’. So I was wondering if you wanted to spread your wings a little?”

keigo faltered for a minute, thinking it over.

“oh…I’d like that a lot.”

replied Keigo Takami, the boy with no friends.

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why was Keigo doing this?

he was never really interested in the party life so what’s the point of going to some random girls party just cause?

because he was terribly lonely that’s why.

“Alright hawks were here!”

the worker named “Akari” said

“Let’s hope you have fun yeah? I have to go back to the work place so don’t do anything stupid while I’m not here!”

shutting the car door then walking up to the door, his nerves on fire, then knocking.

before he could even get to the next knock, a good looking girl threw open the door.

“Aha! Takada your here!” the girl yelled.

the only thing going through hawks mind right about now is “who the hell is takada??”

the girl grabbed his hand a dragged him into a nice a warm living room.

“Everyone, this is Takada! my dads co-worker.”

oh so Takada is a fake name? could’ve been a little more creative.

the group excitedly starts cheering, very nice of them to do to a stranger….

“Okay so, Takada, let me introduce you to everyone.” The girl then starts pointing at everyone one at a time, “The brown haired one is Aoi, that’s Ayaka, this is Hiroto, keiko, akimitsu, and-“

holy mackerel who the hell is that…

“This is y/n, and I’m Habiki!”

careless whispers must be playing right about now because that is the most jaw dropping mouth watering- oh god their coming towards me.

“Hey there, come around her often?”

the girl named y/n joked.

What do I say? holy wow she’s so cute…what if she thinks a look stupid?? Do my wings look goo-

“Earth to Takada?” She laughed.

Takada? Oh wait that’s me.

“A-Ah y-yea I come here all the time!”

okay now what the hell was that keigo.

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking of course…” she spoke softly towards the end.

“15.” Keigo barked back immediately.

“That means I’m one year older than you!” She said cheerfully.

“So you’re 16?”

of course she’s 16 she literally just implied that.

“Yep! I’ll be 17 in (birth month), when’s your birthday?”

god I love her voice.

“It’s uh…December…”

“That means you’re a Capricorn! Ever been interested in astrology?” She asked.

“I…uhm..”

Before keigo could respond suddenly the girls name was called.

“Y/n! Come write these names!” The girl named…Aoi? yelled across the room.

“Eh? But why I’m talking to Takada!?”

“Because your hand writing is the prettiest!” The girl yelled angrily.

Everything about her is pretty, of course her hand writing would be too…and what the hell is astrology…?

“darn…I’ll be right back Takada!” She bounced off towards the kitchen to help with something, while hawks sat on the couch, patiently waiting for her to come back.

during this period multiple people came up to hawks speaking to him briefly, not as interesting as y/n though…

Habiki suddenly came out of nowhere shoving a hat filled with paper in hawks face…”Draw!” She barked.

Hawks took out a piece and then slowly unraveled it. It said…hider?

what the hell does that mean.

“Okay everyone has drawn from the hat of the wolves and sheep!” Habiki said.

what the hell does that have to do with hiding..?

“We…shall be playing… HIDE AND SEEK!!” Habiki said full of energy.

what’s the hell is a hide and seek?!

Then softly a hand tapped hawks shoulder… y/n did.

“You know how to play right? Just find a hiding place until someone finds you.” She said quietly as if not to embarrass him about the fact he didn’t know what hide and seek was.

your a damn angel I swear.

“Now our seekers are Aoi and Hiroto shall be seeking, So go and hide quickly!” Habiki said loud.

They suddenly start a timer and everyone separates to hide while hawks is left in shock.

wait how the hell am I supposed to hide with thews big wings?!

Hawks quickly leapt from the couch booking it towards the stairs.

Maybe I could hide under some bed covers? But that’d only work if they were messed up.

Hawks quickly peeked into a room and..the bed sheets were a mess!

“Bingo.”

Hawks dives into the covers like a kitten playing with a cat toys, throwing himself under only to met with..you.

“shit! You scared me Takada…” y/n said quietly.

shit…should I leave? No there’s no more time left to hide what do I d-

“No worries you can hide with me.” She smiled sheepishly.

god i wanna marry you.

“T-thanks…I would’ve been a cooked bird if you pushed me out.” Hawks said in a whisper level.

“We never got to continue talking..”

“y-yea?”

“Mhm…”

Awkward.

Suddenly there was loud running up the stairs, “FOUND YOU HABIKI!”

“…”

“I suppose habiki got caught…”

“And we’ll get caught if you keep speaking so loud, Takada.”

won’t lie that was kinda hot.

“m’sorry..”

“…”

at this point your staring into hawks soul, what are you thinking? hawks definitely doesn’t know.

“Can you feel anything that touches your wings? Kinda like an extra arm?”

random but okay.

“uhm…I don’t know..”

“Can I touch them?”

HOLY MARCELLO SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME. not like that hawks. Chillax go with the flo-

“They look so soft..n’pretty..”

is it getting hot under these sheets or is it just me…

“y-yea I’m okay with that…”

“Really?” She lights up.

She slowly moves the caress the top joint of his wings.

“Fuck, that feels nice.”

“They’re so soft..” she stops, “thanks for letting me touch them..”

Wait that was it? Cmon touch a little more…!

“It felt good..kinda like when someone massages your temple?” Hawks says.

“Your name isn’t actually Takada is it?”

okay now what the holy hel, how in the world did she know-

“You’re too pretty to be just a Takada…”

She says softly.

oh thank the lord she’s just trying to flirt with me.

“N-nah that’s my real name! I think…”

He mumbles off into a sentence that can’t be heard.

“What was that?”

“I said that your….” He mumbles off again.

“One more time?”

“Isaidthatyourprettytoo….” He says far too quickly with a red face.

“I-I..well thank you…” she blushes brightly.

Her face is so red. I wanna kiss her. She so pretty, so nervous, so nice, please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me.

“please kiss me.”

KEIGO WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT ALOUD??

“O-oh gosh..your quite forward aren’t you??” you whisper yell.

“M’sorry! I-i didn’t mean to say that aloud!”

Hawks rambles trying to save himself.

“H-hey it’s okay! I mean I definitely wouldn’t mind b-but..!” She says quickly, and loud.

Hawks tries to hide his red face in his wing, unable to face the situation at hand.

“M’really sorry..”

“you don’t have to be sorry…” she softly touches the side of his face.

uh oh.

“I-I wouldn’t mind..”

Hawks faces you with a bright red face and slightly teary eyes from the embarrassment.

“would this be your first kiss, Takada?”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

“y-yes ma’am…” hawks says softly then turning his face back to his wing.

“Ma’am?” You say confused, “m’only a year older than you..”

you never know I might like older women, I mean I definitely like you.

“Takada?”

“Y-yes?” Hawks says.

“how bad do you want to kiss me out of ten?” You say quietly.

“so bad…” hawks says softly.

you slowly part your lips aiming towards his

fuck she’s so close, she smells so good, her breath smells..minty? oh god she’s gonna kiss me.

Hawks face gets redder and redder, parting his lips until-

“TAKADA I SEE YOUR WING!”

shit, did it bust out of the covers? Damn this guy for real ruined the whole moment.

“looks like you got caught, pretty bird” you says quietly, So, so close to the place hawks wanted you the most.

If hawks died right now- actually he feels like he just did. You so close calling him these names-

“TAKADA GET OUT OF THE BED WE FOUND YOU!” Aoi screamed.

Hawks jumps out of the covers, still hiding you.

“Fine, fine, you caught me…” he said jokingly

“You okay Takada? Your face is really red..” Aoi said with concern.

“Just being under the covers for so long…no need to worry.” Hawks said quickly.

Then after the game the two of you didn’t even speak of the cover situation, the hawks had to leave. Waving off everyone then getting into Akari’s car, his eyes lingering on you while they drives off.

“So, hawks, how did spreading your wings go?” Akira said.

wonderful, I thank you for me meeting my future wife. Next time I see that amazing beautiful angel I’ll give her a million kisses and then call her-

“SHIT!” hawks screamed.

“WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED?” Akira yelled.

Hawks pouted sadly.

“I forgot to ask for her number.”

At least keigo could live with the memory of your beauty.

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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Our little star

Created: 16.05.2023

Finished: 16.05.2023

Edited: 14.09.2023

Age: 16, 17

Word count: 3,374

Warnings: None

Request: Yes

Pairing: BlackHill

Summary: Maria decides to give Natasha's daughter, Y/N, a very special gift for her upcoming birthday.

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Maria Hill was deeply lost in thoughts as she sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor.

She was actually so lost that she hadn't even heard the door of the room being opened.

Natasha Romanoff, the one person who knew Maria like the back of her hand, stepped inside and sat down next to her girlfriend on their shared bed and gently placed her hand on Maria's back.

It was only then that Maria had registered Natasha's presence in the room.

"Oh, hi, babe." Maria greeted her fiancée, surprise evident in her voice "What's up?"

Natasha quietly laughed "What's up?" She questioned amused "Since when do you use this kind of words? Hmm? That means that you're nervous. Don't think I haven't noticed how lost you were in your own head... Now tell me, what is bothering my sweet future wife so bad that she hasn't even reacted when I walked inside the room?"

'Damn it!' Maria thought 'She knows me better than I know myself.'

"I was thinking about Y/N." Maria admitted with a deep sigh

Ah, yes.

Y/N.

Natasha's 16-year-old daughter, who is soon to be 17.

Now it makes sense why Maria was so deep in her own mind.

Over the years, Natasha gradually filled different roles in Maria's life.

She was her enemy at first. The girl that Maria had sent Clint Barton to kill almost 15 years ago.

Clint couldn't do it and looking back on it, Maria is grateful to whatever higher being there is that Clint didn't have the heart to kill Natasha and her baby daughter, or else Maria's life would have been much more different now.

Then slowly, Natasha became her co-worker.

Then she became her friend the moment Natasha introduced Maria to her 2-year-old daughter.

Y/N.

The little girl who stole Maria's heart the moment Maria first laid eyes on her, hiding behind her mother's legs.

Y/N had Maria wrapped around her little finger from day one and, much to Natasha's dismay, Maria was never able to say 'no' to Y/N.

Then, slowly, over the years Natasha went from friend to best friend but that didn't last for long because soon enough Maria realized that Natasha was waking feelings inside her that were very different from the simple friendship ones.

Gathering the courage she needed, Maria asked Natasha to be her girlfriend, exactly on the day that marked 8 years since they met each other for the first time.

Not so surprisingly, Natasha accepted.

That's how Maria and Natasha moved together in their own little house outside of the big city.

One year ago and 6 years into their official relationship, Maria, with Y/N's help, asked Natasha if she wanted to be her other half forever, and after a lot of happy tears, Natasha said 'yes' once again.

The date for their big day is set to be next summer.

Now her relationship with Y/N, was something that never changed.

Maria had never stopped seeing Y/N as her own daughter despite not having any right over her.

Not legally, not biologically.

Y/N had never stopped being Maria's little star. Maria and Natasha's light in the dark. The hope that kept them going even in their darkest times. The motivation to finish any mission as soon as possible and safely so they could return home to their child.

Maria smiles.

Natasha had once referred to Y/N as 'their' child, not just hers, and it kind of stuck.

Maria had a new purpose in life.

To protect and take care of her girls.

Of Natasha and THEIR daughter.

"What about Y/N?" Natasha's voice pulled Maria out of her thoughts again "Please don't tell me that she had asked you to go and steal Bucky's arm with her just so she could hang it in her room and put fridge magnets on it? Please not again! The third attempt was enough."

"No!" Maria laughed "Of course not." She stopped and pretended to cough "Not today at least." She said under her breath but Natasha was still able to hear her, making the redhead roll her eyes in annoyance "I was thinking about what she means to me and about all the memories we have together, as a family. I was thinking about our future and what I want us to be in our future."

"And what do you want her to be for you?" Natasha questioned the brunette, a small smile on her face, as she already knew where this conversation was heading to

"I don't want to be her stepmom, Nat." Maria shook her head as her voice waved in the slightest "I don't want to be the woman she refers to as her 'mama's wife'. I want to be the woman she can happily come running to, knowing I'll forever protect her. I want to be the woman she can call her other parent."

Maria's brain stopped working for a split second.

Saying it out loud, made Maria feel insecure, nervous, and scared.

Sure, her feelings for you haven't changed just because she finally admitted to Natasha that she wants to be more than a parental figure in your life but now it makes new questions arise in her mind.

Questions she hasn't thought about till now.

What if Natasha doesn't want to share you and your custody with her?

She wouldn't blame Natasha if she felt like that.

Or worse, what if you didn't want Maria as your other parent? What if you never actually saw her as a parent figure but only just as a good friend that you could cause mischief with and get away from everything?

Well, that was bringing tears to Maria's eyes.

The possibility that she had misunderstood your behavior towards her this entire time was breaking her heart.

"And what do you plan to do about it?" Natasha quickly questioned, sensing the wave of thoughts that started flooding Maria's head

Maria looked at Natasha "I think..." She whispered "I think I want to, you know, legally adopt Y/N and become her other mother."

Natasha teared up and smiled.

The spy held her hands up and slowly cupped Maria's face, making the blue-eyed girl look directly into Natasha's emerald-green eyes.

"Well, you have my blessing if that's what you're looking for." Natasha whispered, failing miserably at hiding the emotions in her voice "I'm so proud of you for finally voicing your feelings."

And with that, Natasha placed a soft kiss on Maria's lips, trying to capture all the love she held for the commander.

"But what if Y/N doesn't want me to be her other parent?" Maria voiced her worries "What if she doesn't want a second parent? I know she never actually met her other biological parent and I don't care who that person might be but what if she doesn't want me?"

Natasha never told Maria who Y/N's other biological parent was and she never asked.

She didn't want to push Natasha.

Although Maria has a feeling that she already knows who Y/N's other biological parent might be.

"Oh, sweetheart. Mia, she loves you so much." Natasha reassured her fiancée "I know that she would be thrilled if you asked her to legally be your daughter as well. She wants you."

"But how can you be so sure?" Maria cried

"Because I gave birth to her." Natasha chuckled, trying to brighten up the atmosphere "I know her better than she knows herself. Just like I know you. And trust me, I couldn't ask for a better person to be my child's other parent than you."

Maria nodded unsure, not fully convinced by Natasha's sweet words.

"But what if she just wants her other biological parent? What if she just wants to find them and go live with them?" Maria sadly said

"You're so silly." Natasha laughed "Y/N already knows who her other parent is."

"She does?" Maria dumbfoundedly asked

"Of course." Natasha smiled "Her father has been in the picture for a few years now. Don't tell me you haven't noticed Y/N and her biological father acting a little bit too comfortable around each other?"

Thinking about it now, Maria understands everything. She truly sees the truth and her heart is filled with hope again.

"So she really will be excited to be my daughter as well." Maria stated with a wide smile "Thank you, Tasha." She finished with a kiss placed on Natasha's forehead "I love you so damn much!"

"I love you too." Natasha brightly smiled back at her Mia "Now, how about you turn this into the present you planned on giving Y/N for her upcoming birthday?"

Maria's smile faded "Isn't it a little too late to start the process now? Her birthday is in 3 days and you know how much papers take to be made here. It would take us at least a month to get all the papers ready for the adoption?"

"I might have a solution." Natasha giggled as she pulled her phone out of her pocket

"Who are you calling?" Maria frowned confused

"You'll see." Natasha smirked before turning her attention to the voice that boomed through her phone's speaker

"Hello?" The voice asked confused

"Matt, hey!" Natasha cheerfully greeted her old friend "Remember that favor you owed me? I need it now."

The three days left till Y/N's birthday have passed with the speed of light as Natasha and Maria focused on preparing the best birthday party you have had till now while also taking care of the necessary papers for adoption.

And just like that, the big day was here.

Natasha quietly sat down on your bed as Maria followed the lead and sat down on the other side of the bed.

Natasha looked at Maria and smiled as she quietly started counting.

"One..." Natasha started as she also counted with her fingers "Two... Three..."

"Happy birthday!" Maria and Natasha shouted in sync as loud as they could

You turned on your back and groaned. Definitely not happy that you were woken up from your peaceful sleep.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Natasha kissed your cheek "I love you so much!"

You fully opened your eyes and lazily smiled up at your mother.

"Thanks, Mama." You yawned "I love you too."

"Happy birthday, kiddo." Maria ruffled your hair with a smile of her own "God, can you stop growing please?" She groaned in fake annoyance at the fact that you were growing up

"Well, I can't control that, Ri Ri." You pretended to be offended but smiled nonetheless

The first time Natasha introduced you to Maria was a total success. That is if you don't count in the fact that you, at just almost 2 years old, failed to pronounce Maria's name.

So instead you just settled on calling her 'Ri Ri' and Maria never once told you to stop calling her that.

She actually grew quite fond of the nickname you gave her. She loved it and also loved the fact that even though you were now more than capable of correctly pronouncing her name, you still called her by that nickname.

"Good morning to you too, little star." Maria laughed "No need to be grumpy."

'Little star' is another nickname that just stayed. Maria called you that to show you how much brightness you brought into her life with just the simplest act of existing.

You loved it. Natasha loved it. It was a win-win situation.

"Well, I wouldn't have been grumpy if you didn't wake me up so early and shouted as if Loki turned himself into a crocodile again and tried chasing you." You laughed

"No, please!" Maria groaned "I remember we agreed to never talk about that incident like ever again. Can we just forget it?"

"Nope!" You laughed, highlighting the 'p' "It's too funny to not talk about it."

"Is that so?" Maria started tickling you "Take it back!" She laughed

"Never!" You tried to squirm away from her hold as she kept tickling you

Natasha watched her two loves interacting for a moment with an adoring look in her eyes before she joined in and started a tickling fight.

As the afternoon approached, guests started to fill Natasha, Maria, and Y/N's house.

You didn't want a big party. Just you, your family, and your extended family was enough.

And even though Natasha and Maria respected your wish of not having a big party, that doesn't mean they can't make it your most unforgettable one till now.

Although both Maria and Natasha very recently retired from their dangerous life as agents and Avengers team members to live a more peaceful life, the team still was their family.

The Avengers, Peter included, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with Fury in the front and Natasha's family, who came all the way from Melina's farm in Russia, started a fight about who should be the first to give you their present after they've spent almost the entire night playing family games.

"Guys?" Maria called out over the fussing in the room "Guys!" She shouted with her stern voice when she saw that the talking wasn't working, making the room instantly fall silent "I want to be the first one to give Y/N her birthday gift this year."

A few knowing looks from all across the big living room were given as all the eyes in the room fell on Maria and Y/N.

"Y/N..." Maria nervously started as she took in her hands a small wrapped package that Natasha handed her "I have known you since forever. I've been there for your first day of school, when you learned how to ride a bicycle for the first time, or when you told me and your mama that you wanted to follow in our footsteps and become an agent."

Maria took in a deep, shaky breath being aware of the waiting gazes that were on her, or of Natasha's tearful and loving look, or of the utter confusion that was written on your face.

"That's why I want..." Maria stopped and turned to Natasha waiting for her approval

Natasha nodded her head with a smile as the red-headed woman sniffed.

"That's why I want to become an official part of the family." Maria finished her sentence "I know that I said the same thing when I asked for your blessing to marry your mama but now I want to become one with your little family. To be bonded forever to you as well, not just to Natasha."

Maria handed you the small package in her hands while the same hands that handed you the present were shaking uncontrollably.

It was a beautifully wrapped gift in white wrapping paper and adorned with colorful stars all over it.

It was simply the best way of highlighting what you mean for her.

''Classic, Maria." You chuckled as you looked at the package, making everyone else follow in with a giggle of their own at your comment "You know, this is too long to be that portable gaming console you promised me for my birthday 2 months ago. And too light as well."

Maria tearfully chuckled "Sorry, kid. That one is somewhere in that big mountain of presents you'll receive from everyone. You'll have to find it when you unwrap all the other presents after the party."

"Oh, man." You pretended to be disappointed as you threw your head back, trying to hide your smile "Then what is in here that couldn't end up in my pile of gifts for tomorrow? It must be important if you started having a speech just to be able to give it to me."

"It is actually." Maria nodded

"Open it, baby." Natasha encouraged you as she walked beside you and rested her hand on your back

"Y/N..." Maria started as soon as you started unwrapping your gift just to reveal a stack of papers "You have been my little star from day one. You have become my light in the darkest hours and you gave me and your mama the strength we needed to keep fighting. Our little star. That's why I want to ask you if you would allow me the honor of being your other legal parent." She took in a deep breath "Y/N... Will you be my daughter?"

You stared shocked at the papers in your hands, your eyes wide and your mouth open.

Maria was quick in trying to explain herself, thinking that maybe you didn't want the same thing as she did when you had failed to give her an answer after a few silent moments where everyone eagerly waited for you to say something.

"I mean, I totally understand if you don't want me to become your other parent." Maria nervously tried to explain, looking down at the carpet underneath her feet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world "We're not biologically related and I know that what you and your mama have is a very special bond but, I don't know, I just wanted to have my own special bond with you as I spent countless nights watching you and her interacting and I-"

Maria's rambling was stopped by a very tight hug from you.

"God..." You breathed out as tears were already streaming down your face "You idiot!" You tearfully chuckled "Of course I want you to be my other parent. I thought you'd never ask."

Maria hesitantly wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer to her if possible.

"You do?" She asked confused, not quite believing her ears yet

"Of course I do. I always saw you as my other mother." You reassured the brunette woman "You have been by my side all the time. I don't remember a time when you weren't here by mine and mama's side. You were there when I was sick or at every soccer match or for every training session to make sure no other future agent would accidentally hurt me, making it very clear that if they dared do such a thing they'd never actually become an agent. You were there for bedtime stories or for walks in the park where we would stuff our faces with ice cream and Mama would shout at us to stop but you never told me I couldn't have a second cup of ice cream." You pulled back from the hug and looked directly into Maria's eyes "There wasn't a moment where you haven't been a permanent part of our family. It was just a matter of time till you realized that you have always been an official family member with all the necessary rights and that you will forever be one. Nothing will make me stop seeing you as my other mother. Blood or not. We're family, Ri Ri. These papers will just make it official for the outside world."

Maria couldn't stop her tears from flowing, hearing your nice words that she could feel that was filled with all your love and admiration for her.

And just like that, you have found yourself once again in the arms of the woman who has always been your second mother.

Blood be damned.

Love made a family, not blood, and your small family as well as your extended family was full of love of all kinds and that's what made it special and unique.

As Natasha joined the hug between you and Maria, pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, you couldn't help but cry happy tears.

Your big family was rather unconventional?

Yes.

Do you care in the slightest about what others may think of it?

No.

Was your family full of love that came in all shapes, colors, sizes, names, powers, and genders?

Yes.

And that's all that matters.

Maria finally felt like an official part of your life just like she was an official part of Natasha's life.

Maria's dream was finally fulfilled.

She had the family she had always longed for.

This was truly the most unforgettable birthday ever.

"I love you, Mom." You whispered in Maria's ear

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tepkunset · 1 year

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Top Surgery Journey Part 1

16 was the worst age of my life. My mother was diagnosed with stage-three breast cancer. We were evicted from our house and had to move again, this time to a shitty thin-walled apartment with drug-dealers for neighbours. I was half-way through my first year of high school, where I was bulled for what might as well have been a glowing neon “I have autism” sign strapped to my back. And I realized I liked girls—that terrified me almost as much as the threat of losing my mom.

My father used to tell me and my brother that the two things we were not allowed to be were gay or clergy. He said things like “all gay people should be put on an island” – your typical homophobic rhetoric. As an autistic child, I took him literally, and thought that if I was gay, he would discard me on an island to die. Living in Nova Scotia, it’s not like there’s a lack of islands around where he could have done so, in my mind. That probably sounds ridiculous to read if you’re neurotypical, but it’s what I genuinely thought at the time.

It wasn’t until my early 20’s that I started coming out to people as liking women. By that time my parents had divorced and I started looking after my mother and brother. I became more accepting of my sexuality, especially thanks to the encouragement from online queer spaces. And when I became more accepting of my sexuality, I started to question my gender as well. There were so many things that trans/non-binary people spoke of that I could identify within myself; things I never questioned before, or just assumed everyone felt that way. It prompted me to think about all the things that made me feel outside of my gender growing up, such as the intense jealousy I felt over my mother’s double mastectomy.

I know, right? It’s true though. She survived cancer, and all I could think of was how much I wished I could be rid of my breasts, too.

I was late in puberty. It didn’t start to hit until about age 15, so I was very new to the developing breasts I hated so very much, at the same time my mother was getting rid of hers. But when they came, they came in heavy. I was genetically cursed with a large chest, and it made shopping suddenly a nightmare for me, because I preferred the men’s section. I started the habit of buying clothing twice my size to hide my body. I hated looking at myself in the mirror, because I felt disgusted with what I saw at best, or like I didn’t want a body at all at worst. I stopped going swimming; something I used to enjoy. Despite my family history, I never did breast exams because I couldn’t stand to think about them in such detail. One of the reasons I hate exercise in general is because I hate the sensation of my breasts moving so much, even when packed in sports bras. All because I know now, having been professionally diagnosed over a decade later, I have gender dysphoria.

(Insert here a reminder that not all transgender people have gender dysphoria, and that doesn’t make them any less trans. I am purely speaking about my own experiences!)

It’s only been a few years that I’ve opened up about my nonconformity to the western gender binary to the people I know in real life. Most of my close co-workers are 50+ years old cishet white women, who while mean well, are quite ignorant of gender diversity. I’ve been fortunate to only have to deal with one co-worker who did not respond well to my request to stop calling me “yes missy”, “yes girl”, “yes ma’am”, insisting it was just what they were taught from their generation and that I needed to respect that. But my manager has been very supportive, and made it very clear that it’s expected I be treated with respect, too. (She also added a rainbow flag to her email signature with the line “I respect inclusion”, which I thought was cute.)

My top surgery is two weeks away now, and I’m so excited to get it done that I think about it before bed every night. Knowing that soon I will be going to sleep on a table and then waking up with a flat chest is thrilling. Thinking about how much this is going to change my life is thrilling. I have worries about the surgery itself of course—I’ve only been under anaesthesia once when I was very little; too little to remember. I’ve never been on high pain-killers before. I worry about the drainage tubes and looking after them. But I figure these concerns are probably very normal, and I have to remind myself that people every day are going through the same surgery I’m about to go through. The surgeon who will be operating on me has almost two decades of experience. The clinic I’m going to in Montréal has a good reputation, from what I’ve been able to hear from others. There’s reason to believe things will go well.

#top surgery

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neutron-stars-collision · 1 year

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 16 - The hunt for atonement

Masterlist; Chapter 15 Summary: The election night in Gotham Square Gardens does not exactly go according to plan... Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing. Author's Notes: Hi! *waves* Another longer break, but I'm afraid that's the pace I need to make this work. This one is also short (4k, more or less), but I do hope it makes sense. Alas... here comes the flood. After this, I think we're looking at like 2-3 chapters more, but given how there's no actual outline, it might change 💁🏻‍♀️ Thank you for sticking around, as always I'm grateful for you 💕 Hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think? Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjiminiini, @castellandiangelo (let me know if you wanted to be removed/added)

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The turnout for an election already won everywhere but on the paper, surprised you. Approaching the Gotham Square Gardens, you could easily mix in with the crowds, streaming into the arena at a pace. It was still two hours until the official results announcement, yet it seemed like half the city had been eager to wait along with Reál’s campaign team and various members of the public that had backed her. Perhaps everyone deemed it the best entertainment for a Tuesday evening in Gotham. Well, at least, inside it wasn’t raining…

Showing your lanyard to the security minding the entrance, you quickly slipped off the side to enter the press pen and pasted an automatic smile upon the first sight of your co-workers. Admittedly a distraction was needed. As your gaze roamed around the surroundings, taking note of the familiar figures in attendance and the stage set up prepared for the upcoming speeches, it was impossible to let go of the chaos in your head. You could still feel the pressure of Bruce’s lips against yours and see the look in his eyes as you turned away. And ran far from anything that could hurt you.

A bitter laugh was building in your throat as you heaved a sigh. It seemed futile to stop worrying, to ignore the nagging thought of Bruce facing the Riddler. As much as you hoped it was over and the capture meant Nashton had surrendered, you did not believe it. There was another surprise waiting around the corner, either to be discovered in time or to blow up in all your faces. It felt like the second option was more likely. You could do nothing but wait, listening idly to the chatter around, counting down the minutes till the results. But, most importantly, news.

Looking up at the glass dome of the arena, you could only hope the time would go by fast. And it did, perhaps not quickly enough but just so, minutes ticking between half-hearted speeches on the stage and mindless conversations with fellow journalists. Your phone stayed silent, neither text nor a call breaking the quiet. The fear was slowly taking control of the remaining sanity. You had half made up your mind to ditch the election night and hail a cab to Arkham to get answers yourself when the voice over the speaker system started the countdown towards the announcement.

Reál’s team spilt onto the stage, drawing your attention to the youngest of them. A boy, merely ten years old and startlingly familiar. Late mayor’s son, stood next to his mother, closed off and pale, the serious countenance broken only by an uncertain smile. Seeing him again immediately made the memories flood your mind as you remembered where it all began. Why you were adamant Bruce allowed you to work on this investigation alongside him. Was it a mistake? Only time would tell.

“And, without further ado… The results of Gotham elections are as follows…” the newscaster’s voice drowned out your thoughts as the GC1 stream played on the screens in the arena “Candidate Bella Reál has received 67,82% of votes, the highest percentage to ever constitute a win in Gotham City…” cheers erupted in the building as the confetti cannons went off at the sides of the stage.

You clapped unenthusiastically, doing your best to stay focused and listen to the mayor-elect begin her speech as the crowd chanted and whooped. She was a good choice; there was no denying that. Most likely to try and bring Gotham to a fresh start, to free it from corruption and power struggles. Or, at least, most likely to try to do so. Which was better than nothing. And infinitely better than Mitchell.

Bella never got to finish her speech. Before you could register the scene, take note of tinges of disruption colouring the background, the screens around the Gardens flashed with breaking news. A collective gasp ripped through the gathering, making it easier to almost hear the screaming outside. A tint of electricity in the air made you hold your breath, feeling as if you were toeing the precipice, about to take a jump after which nothing would ever be the same. You were not wrong.

“This is a breaking news story. The city’s seawall has been breached in an unprecedented attack,” the presenter’s voice accompanied the images: vans placed at crucial points of the wall, exploding; the water rushing in through the gaps, flooding the streets at an alarming rate, “We're urging everyone to take shelter and don’t go outside unless in danger. We’ll keep you updated” the announcement was cut short, but it hardly mattered.

The panic had set in, making everyone around you scramble in chaos. Pandemonium in the making. Just like he intended. There was no question in your mind about the mastermind behind it. It had to be him.

Feeling the dread rise in your stomach, your eyes darted over the arena. Gotham Square Garden was always meant to withstand a hurricane, acting as a shelter of the last resort for the whole city. But this was so much worse. The water would break in sooner or later. And then… Fuck. Your hand tightened over the phone in your pocket, almost distracting you from the fact that it had started ringing. Choking over a pathetic gasp, you took it out to confirm that it was Bruce calling. Not wasting a second, you picked it up, pressing the phone to your ear.

Only to hear the static, breaking down Bruce’s voice into incomprehensible noise, out of which you could understand your name. And the urgency, almost breaking through the paralysis you had fallen into and forcing words onto your tongue. You never got them out, the call disconnecting suddenly. Your stomach lurched with fear, anger surging but never quite going anywhere. Seconds ticked by as you stared at the mobile, praying the signal bar fills up, but it never did.

For a quarter of a second, you considered pushing through the crowds and out onto the streets. Running as far as possible, hoping you could outrun the water and fate. Hoping it would be enough to want to forget for it to be a done deal. Hoping you could forget him.

After that, you decided to try being brave. Scanning the horizon for anything that could give you answers, your gaze was drawn to the net of technical railings and bridges suspended by the glass dome. It seemed… important. Even if you could not explain why.

“Lieutenant, who’s in charge?” a familiar gruff voice in the crowd made you turn your head to locate the exchange.

Near the entrance, you could see the GCPD gathering, among them James Gordon, evidently trying to get hold of the situation.

“I really don’t know. We’re just trying to get a handle here, sir,” a younger cop replied with a wavering tone, already crumbling under the weight of the events.

You watched as Gordon took a collecting breath and addressed the squad at large, voice bellowing through the crowds:

“Right. Hey, listen! Quiet!” he waited for a beat before jumping into the leadership role he was presented with “We got an active situation. We need to sweep the building for explosives and get the mayor-elect out of here, now” a couple of cops separated from the group, running in different directions, leaving a security member waiting for instructions “Where is she?” lieutenant Gordon asked him.

“I can take you there” the other man nodded, taking off without a second wasted towards the backstage area.

That was your chance. In the chaos, barely anyone paid attention to the identifications and where the press was allowed to go. You had no issue slipping out of the media pen, following the cops till you were sure they would hear you. Once that was assured, you called out:

“Lieutenant Gordon!” he stopped, turning around with a confused look on his face, prompting the resurgence of uncertainty in your veins, “Sorry, I’m-”

“Yes?” his dark eyes scanned your face again, the flash of recognition following, “I recognize you from somewhere” his brow furrowed as he tried to remember.

You could help him with that part. Taking a step closer, you replied:

“Iceberg Lounge, a few hours ago. Just when… It doesn’t matter. I sort of work with Batman?” for reasons unknown, the statement came out like a question, making you cringe inwardly.

If Gordon caught onto the uncertainty, he did not show it. Instead, he arched an eyebrow and increased the scrutiny in his gaze as he asked:

“You do?”

You knew it was an interrogation, in a way. An attempt at seeing through your bullshit and making sure you were worth trusting. Or at least believing. You had to do your best. Steeling yourself, you offered him a sure smile, meeting his piercing look straight on.

“Yeah, I… I’m his informant” kind of, just a little way off “Point is, I’m sure this is the Riddler’s doing. The final step of the plan if you will. He wanted to be captured and now… I don’t know why, but the whole technical structure up there… They feel wrong” emphasizing the thought, you looked up at the net of ladders and reflectors and back at the cops, happy to see they followed your line of sight.

You knew how it sounded. Insane and perhaps as if all your marbles had been scattered on the floor of the Gotham Square Garden. But the look you saw on Gordon’s face when he met your eyes again gave a sliver of hope.

“Wrong how?” he glanced at the stage again, feeling the seconds pass without a chance to get them back.

You all had to move. Fast.

“Like a part of his plan” shrugging, you tried to show him the urgency beating through your veins through the look in your eyes.

He nodded, once, decisive.

“Okay, Miss,” a quick quirk of mouth, not quite a smile yet still welcoming, “Do you want to join us?” he extended a hand, pointing vaguely towards the backstage.

There was no point in thinking through the proposition. You knew what the smartest course of action was.

“Gladly,” mirroring his faint smile, you nodded.

Envying the power of a GCPD badge, you trailed after Gordon, finding nothing but an equally chaotic scene in the stage wings. It seemed like the mayor-elect was currently holding a heated discussion with the emergency services regarding the next steps.

“I am not gonna let those people die out there” Reál made her point with a tone that offered no room for disagreement.

From the discouraged sigh let out by the cop, you could tell he knew that as well.

“All right. I’ll go calm down the crowd so we can get everyone in” offering the woman a parting nod, he skipped away from backstage, immediately getting lost in the masses.

“It’s not safe for you here. We need to get you out, Ms Reál” Gordon took a step forward, toeing the line between a respectful request and an order.

Judging by the frown on Bella’s face, it was not working.

“I’m not going anywhere” she arched an eyebrow as if waiting to be challenged and welcoming it if anyone was brave enough to question her decisions.

You felt a surge of sympathy towards the woman, suddenly hopeful that she could be the mayor Gotham needed. That is if she made it out alive… If you both made it.

“We’re under attack, ma’am” Gordon raised his voice by a notch, no longer pretending it was anything but a command.

It still did not make an impression, however. Reál threw her hands up in annoyance:

“Exactly! That’s the problem with this city. Everyone’s afraid to stand up and do the right thing, but I’m not. Excuse me” before anyone could make a move or even understand what she was doing, she started pushing through the onlookers to enter the stage again.

You felt a pinprick of unease running down your spine as Gordon shook his head with a barely audible murmur:

“Ma’am…” he met your gaze in passing, both of your eyes darting to the glass dome of the arena.

One step away from volunteering to get up there yourself and check the hunch, you barely heard the mayor as she addressed the crowd:

“Everyone, everyone, if I could just get your attention,” it wasn’t working; barely anyone paid her attention as people ran around the Gardens, the murky water reaching their ankles, “Please! I just need your attention!” Bella’s voice shattered on the plea as she looked up, shielding her eyes from the blinding lights.

An ice-cold fist tightened over your heart; a broken gasp tore from your throat as a gunshot rattled through the air. Reál fell backwards with a choked scream as more bullets rained down on the congregation below. It was over.

Before you could understand what was happening, Gordon pushed you down to crouch behind the railings as he leapt onto the stage and dragged Bella backstage. Blood seeped through her shirt, and her shoulder was stained deep red. Her eyes were open wide with fear, an expression you knew she could see on your face too. But there was no time to dwell on it as you backed away to give the paramedics access, counting blessings that they were even there in the first place. As desperate as you were to ignore the screaming and the gunshots permeating the air metres away, it was impossible. You had to do something. There had to be a way-

A chain of explosions above cut that thought short, making you scramble up to stand just in time to see the shattered glass dome raining down, a dark figure appearing in the chasm left behind. A bat-like phantom dropped from the air onto the platform below, immediately getting pulled into the fight by dozens of Riddler’s imposters. Your heart let out a painful pang, its beat desperate to sound like a name. Bruce.

It was him against an army, yet he easily knocked them down at first with an array of tactics that, at any other time, would have made you feel proud. Awed, perhaps. But not now. Now you could barely force yourself to watch, gaze fleeting between the fight scene above and the panic below. Your mind went a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out a way to do something. To stop being so damn useless.

The feeling increased tenfold once you saw Bruce’s odds dropping dramatically, each hit and shot he had received feeling like a punch to your gut. Your hand tightened over the metal railing, a shuddered breath pushing itself through your mouth as you watched the thugs push Bruce to the edge of the platform and over it. Forced to use a grappling hook, he managed to hold on to the panelling, but only just. And they were getting closer. Shit.

Turning to Gordon with desperation in your eyes, you were shocked to see a mirroring look. It disappeared before you could convince yourself you even saw it.

“How do I get up there?” he asked once he had the attention of one of the firemen.

“Follow me, sir,” the man only nodded, instantly jumping into action.

Neither waited for you to follow. But you had to. There was no point arguing the obvious. Right? Jumping up to standing before they could walk away too far, you jogged to catch up with them, a simple statement on your tongue:

“I’m coming with you” hoping it would do the job, you flashed Gordon a quirky smile.

That was a mistake. The man stopped in his tracks with what appeared to be the heaviest sigh you had ever heard and levelled you with a stern no-bullshit look:

“No, you’re not. This isn’t-” he was right, but you still had to interrupt him.

“I know, but I must. I must do something” you knew the despair was clear as day in your eyes, for Gordon only gave you one more tired look and turned away without a word.

You had won that one, even though the cost was impossible to determine yet. It seemed insane; you knew that. But you could not just stand around and wait, watching Bruce take hit after hit. You had spent long enough waiting for things to happen as they did. Maybe now was the time to change it. If there was a future beyond tonight, that is.

Ignoring the damning thoughts, you followed the men as they braved the water and the fray. You barely noticed when another cop joined your party of four, closing the ranks, and likely meant to keep an eye on you. Given the circumstances, you found it acceptable. Even more so when Gordon stopped you from following the fireman into the door marked as private and took out a simple black gun from the coat pocket. You met his eyes with an arched brow, silently checking for traps in the unexpected proposition. When you found none, you accepted the gun with a nod, walking through the door upon his gesture.

***

To say that the journey up the arena’s been a blur for you was hardly an exaggeration. You followed the men, never once taking your gaze off the surroundings, mindful of each step on the ladders. But, at the same time, it had been a struggle to ignore the noises from all around. The potential of what they meant. The likelihood of something horrible happening to Bruce. The chance of something bad happening to you once you make it up there. The possibility of never making it out of here. Something you contemplated often yet never seemed to fear more than in this moment. There was hardly time to dwell on it.

You had no idea how much time had passed when you finally reached the platform, immediately feeling the rush of the freezing night air and the uproar of the fight. It was hard to find Bruce, your eyes sweeping through the scene, and each second that passed and you came up empty made it a little harder to breathe. Although for the moment, the coast seemed clear and your arrival unnoticed, you did not dare count the chances.

That is until you spotted him lying on the metal ground, chest barely rising. Selina was hovering over him, her hand pressed against his cheek. You had started moving before your brain caught up with the body, mindless of Gordon’s warning scream at your back or the treacherous path ahead. You had to get to him. Now.

Picking your way through the rubble, barely aware of the surroundings, you kept your gaze steady on the pair. A surge of jealousy burned through your chest because, of course, it was her. Of course, she saved him where you never had a chance. Perhaps after this was over, you should step away and…

You never got to finish that thought, getting close enough for Bruce to notice you; his head raised a few inches off the ground when everything went dark with a burst of pain through your skull. Your body collapsed in on itself, falling to the ground like a dead weight. For a moment, there was nothing but the throbbing ache in your head and a blurred edge of your gaze as your eyes fought to stay open. As if through the glass, you could hear yelling, the distinct sounds of a fight. A vengeful scream.

Then it all stopped. Someone’s hand appeared in your sight, slowly transforming into an image of a cop. You vaguely recognised the face as the man crouched by your side and asked something. You never quite caught what it was. Ignoring the stab of pain through your body, you gave him a slow nod and accepted the outstretched hand, the other arm bracing your shoulders. Once seated, you could begin to understand what happened.

One of the attackers was there, right in front of you. His mask ripped, showing the beaten-up and bloodied face of a stranger underneath. Next to him, Jim Gordon, warily staring ahead, one hand poised over the gun in the holster. When you followed his gaze, the confusion gave way to horror, your heart picking up its pace as it thrashed between your ribs. Bruce was staring right at you; his body slumped forward in exhaustion and pain. He was panting hard, his hands shaking. It was easy to pick up the pieces. To understand the reason for the terror in his blue eyes. All you wanted was to get to him.

Slowly, you raised your arm to check the back of the head for injuries. There was no blood, only a bump beginning to form. Enough to make you frown and accept the cop’s help to get back on your feet. You barely had the time to take a tentative step when Gordon’s question cut through the tension:

“Who the hell are you?” he was staring at the thug, warning in his eyes.

Somehow you knew that the stranger was aware he had lost. That there was nothing beyond this but a prison cell and a life-long sentence. Yet he still dared to smirk. A mocking grin stretched his bruised face as he paced out the answer:

“Me? I’m Vengeance,”

A gasp escaped your parted lips, eyes involuntarily already searching out Bruce’s. Once you met his gaze, he was already staring back. Fear widened his pupils; his mouth parted in what could only be horror.

Still aware of the audience, of Selina standing right next to him, you closed the gap. For a moment, nothing mattered but Bruce. Getting close enough to touch, you raised your shaking hand to gently cup his cheek. Hoping that your eyes could show only a fraction of what you needed them to. That this wasn’t his fault. That he was better than that. That you care, and probably love him, and likely always will.

As Bruce leaned into your tentative touch, you let yourself believe that he understood.

That’s when the screaming started. The water crashed in, breaking through the windows and drowning those still stranded in the pit. With a sharp gasp, you separated from Bruce to lean over the railing, staring with wide eyes at the catastrophe unfolding below. With sizzling electricity and groaning of the metal, the stage started collapsing, trapping those underneath. Your eyes darted to the half-broken speaker system, hanging by a single cord over the pitch filled with murky water. It took nearly no time to realise what would happen should it fall, water conducting electricity and frying people alive. You shuddered at the thought, helplessness gnawing at your soul and filling your heart with dread.

Feeling Bruce’s gaze, you turned to look at him. Seeing the determination flash in those blue eyes felt like a harsh wake-up call. Somehow you already knew what was coming. The conviction grew stronger when his gaze softened, the familiar indecipherable emotion replacing everything else. This one was only for you. Somehow, you knew what he wanted to say. It terrified you.

Before you could utter a word, Bruce shot out a grappling hook from the gauntlet, attaching it to the sound column and jumping over the railing without hesitation. Your heart stuttered in your chest, hands clenching on the metal bar with enough force to turn the knuckles white. Drowning in the powerlessness, you could only stare as he used the tactical knife in the breastplate to slice through the cord. The electrical current sent shockwaves through his body as it fell into the water below.

For a second time in your life your heart was torn apart, with no pain left to make it count. It was over.

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dyinglikeastar · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Writers

1.) How many works do you have on AO3?

417 🫠 Don't be too impressed though lol, I'm very old and many of them are drabbles

2.) What's your total AO3 word count?

951,061 🥲

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Justified. Biggest past fandoms: DC comics and danmei

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

(I'm just going to list my Justified ones since that's what everyone's here for, but feel free to check out my works if you're interested in those other things.)

1. we could follow the sparks - 4793 words

2. for you it's always me - 15, 753

3. in my defense I have none - 54, 264

4. working for the knife - 1491

5. ten feet apart - 5581

5.) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutely. I don't get around to every single one and sometimes it takes me a while, but I try to because every single comment makes my day.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love to write angst, but I tend to have at least a mildly happening ending in fics. For Justified I don't think I have an angsty ending fic yet, so its probably going to be Nothing Left To Burn, an Untamed fic. (heed the tags, proceed with caution etc)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard since most of my fics do end on a happy note. I don't write fluff or weddings or anything like that, but I think For You It's Always Me is the happiest ending for my Justified fic though. Domestic Raylan and Boyd make me happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

In my many, many years of writing fic and out of the 400+ works (many of them ~~problematique~~)I have up, I'm fairly certain I've only ever gotten two even remotely negative comments. I'm not sure how I pulled that off, but it probably has something to do with being a virtual hermit and never promoting my shit lol. Anyway, one of them was on a sex worker fic and the criticism was that a group of teenage runaways doing sex work wouldnt have to eat ramen or live in a shitty apartment because apparently all sex workers make triple digits 😅. The other one threatened to call PETA on me bc a kid in the fic had multiple goldfish die.

9.) Do you write smut?

Pretty much primarily lol

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

It appears that I've never published an actual crossover, huh. I've written plenty of AUs, like my Hunger Games!Raylan/Boyd AU, but never a true crossover.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have, I give blanket permission and its always nice to get those notifications

13.) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep, the most recent one being In My Defense I Have None, and I wrote 2 pretty popular DC comics fic series with someone.

14.) What is your all-time favorite ship?

Oh Lord, I can't do favorites. I can tell you which was my first, which one I've shipped longest, my favorite from each fandom, but I can't pick just one, thats like picking a favorite child.

15.) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pot canon Raylan/Boyd where Raylan doesn't turn Boyd in, instead he kidnaps him and runs away with him into the mountains somewhere. I just don't know how to end it in a way that makes sense.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Well I don't know, but I hope it's characterization and dialogue, because that's what I enjoy the most. Also, fitting a bunch of shit in few words.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition. Long fic. Did I mention exposition? Exposition is my nemesis.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for fic?

It's fun and immersive, but only works if you're fluent or have a native speaker to ask about it, otherwise you end up with a Lance Voltron situation.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, unfortunately.

20.) Favorite fic you've written?

Honestly, In My Defense I Have None. Its the longest thing I've ever published, it was super fun to write and totally self-indulgent, full of all of my favorite tropes, and I got to write it with my girlfriend.

Thanks, @tallsinspace and @willowmckinley for tagging me in this meme

#fic meme #my fic

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dividawrites · 6 months

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Tagged by @cindle-writes 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 44, but some are collabs

2. What's your total A03 words count? 403,445

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Future Without a Face (114k, complete)

What Happens in Vegas (14k, complete)

Pancakes (5k, complete)

I Could Send You to Hell, I Know You (6k, complete)

Oversight (21k, wip)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to, but I'm not really active anymore, and my inbox got too big, so I gave up. I do read and appreciate every single comment I get, though!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? How am I supposed to pick? Judging by the comments some have found the ending of Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You rather devastating. Or maybe To the Moon. I'm not a fan of boring marriage-kids-growing-old-together -endings so some people find everything I write sad and horrible. I write mainly Tom fics, and in most of them happy endings simply aren't achievable for him without ruining his character

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhh.... depends what counts as happy? I guess all of my collabs are relatively happy. And What Happens in Vegas is probably one of my most popular fics because it's very light

8. Do you get hate on fics? Of course I do. But who cares

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? What else is there?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? To write a crossover I'd have to find another fandom I like

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't know, I don't keep track of them

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. I'm very flattered when someone wants to spend time and effort to translate my works, so thank you for these:

A Future Without a Face [Chinese translation by Aureus_1859]

A Future Without a Face [Korean translation by bear0730]

To the Moon [Korean translation by bear0730]

Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You [Spanish translation by Mixsys]

Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You [Chinese translation by Rowo]

In Just a Moment, You'll Be Mine [Chinese translation by Ocrane]

Generational [Chinese translation by AvinlIfol]

Till Death Do Us Part [Russian translation by io_mann]

Until Midnight Comes [Chinese translation by tyughb]

What Happens in Vegas [Chinese translation by withoutqueen]

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Multiple. Mostly with @duplicitywrites, and especially if co-writing means me writing some random shit and then throwing it to her, so she can make an actual fic out of it. She's a miracle worker, really

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Tomarrymort

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? All the wips I currently have

16. What are your writing strengths? Funny porn I guess. Weird crack. I don't know. My Tom characteristics have been praised a few times because I don't pull punches. I enjoy writing flaws, and I'm not scared of making the main characters ruthless and possibly even unlikeable

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I wouldn't add lines in my native language, and even less in a language that I don't speak well. In my opinion, lines that most readers don't understand do not add any value.

And I have to add that I have seen some words in my [small and therefore exotic] native language randomly dropped into a fic, and it makes the whole thing absolutely unreadable. Sorry, but it's too unexpected and just—well—awful.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter is the only fandom I have ever written. Or even read tbh

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I don't have a favourite. But I think Cloudy is my most underrated fic, along with A Mother's Love (but that's bella/delphi rarepair so I didn't expect it to get even this much attention)

#tag game

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xbaebsae · 1 year

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4, 10, 12 and 14 for Vi and Rheese? 👀

I will just fill in the whole thingies <3

Rheese:

01. Full name: Rheese Anne Bennett 02. Best friend: Tucker 03. Sexuality: Hetero 04. Favorite color: Red 05. Relationship status: It's complicated 06. Ideal mate: mature, stubborn like her 07. Turn-ons: she's a sub alright 08. Favorite food: pancakes 09. Crushes: Jacob, one of her co-workers years ago 10. Favorite music: Old Rock 11. Biggest fear: Losing control, Losing people close to her 12. Biggest fantasy: Having her own garage 13. Bad habits: avoiding problems, saying the opposite of what she means to maintain a facade 14. Biggest regret: Leaving for school the day her dad died 15. Best kept secrets: Most about her past, she doesn't speak about it a lot 16. Last thought: Innerly cursing about Jake's truck 17. Worst romantic experience: Her last ex 18. Biggest insecurity: Being vulnerable, being naked, Crying in front of people 19. Weapon of choice: Handgun 20. Role Model: None anymore

Vi:

01. Full name: Vi (Kyra Keane, Jane "Hotshot" Lawson) 02. Best friend: Panam 03. Sexuality: Demi 04. Favorite color: Orange 05. Relationship status: Taken 06. Ideal mate: strong, determined, calm 07. Turn-ons: privacy, skin contact, kissing 08. Favorite food: Pizza 09. Crushes: William Hare, maybe others in her other lives 10. Favorite music: Principales Radio lmao 11. Biggest fear: Losing her mind 12. Biggest fantasy: Joining the Nomads and leaving NC with Will 13. Bad habits: impulsive, resolves to anger when insecure 14. Biggest regret: Moving to NC 15. Best kept secrets: She's not alone in her head (it isn't Johnny) 16. Last thought: Thinking about her brother 17. Worst romantic experience: None in her present life 18. Biggest insecurity: Sexuality 19. Weapon of choice: Sniper 20. Role Model: Rogue

#thank you em <3 #deputy rheese anne bennett #just vi

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Semper Meus

Part 15

Khan

~ August to September 2019 ~

It took him three days to get all the information he needed. If Khan had known how easy it was to break out, he would have done so before.

The key to his freedom was a man called Thomas Harewood.

His contact outside had given him all the information he needed about the man working for the prison’s doctor. He was desperate to find help for his little daughter who was really sick and needed a lifesaving surgery.

One day later he had bribed the man. It was way too easy. Offer a desperate father a lot of money and he will do anything you ask for.

Harewood helped him fake his death with a globefish’s poison. Not too many people knew that a body could appear dead with the right amount of it. But one had to be careful so that it wouldn’t actually kill them.

Two days later everything was handled. He woke up in the back of a car. Harewood let him out in the middle of nowhere, giving him a new phone. Khan told him that he’d get the rest of the money as soon as possible.

And just like that he was a free man again.

He met up with one of his old partners, who drove him to the closest city. He got a new passport, some cash. To make sure that no one in San Francisco would recognize him, he had to change his hair and eyes.

Now, yet another day later, ‘Jacob Hemmingway’ was driving his new car through the familiar streets of San Francisco.

Blond curly hair, green eyes, pair of glasses, handsome clothes. No one would know that this was the man imprisoned for counterfeit drugs, abuse, grievous bodily harm.

The first place he visited was the house of that bastard of a doctor. He wasn’t there. At least his car was gone. However, there was someone else leaving the house.

A woman.

She kinda looked familiar even though Khan didn’t know her. Well… he’d find out who she was.

He followed her all the way to a bakery. Maybe she was helping with the organization of that wedding.

Khan got out of the car and stepped into the shop. He looked around, without attracting too many eyes and eavesdropped the conversation the woman had with the baker.

“So, I’d like to have a three layered cake for 24th of September. I know it’s a bit short-dated but I only now found the time. And I called in the morning and your co-worker told me that it is possible.”

“Oh, so you must be Miss McCoy, right?”

McCoy. Interesting. A cousin? No… more likely a sister. That explained the familiarity.

“Yes, I am. So… I wanted a mixture of red velvet and blueberry.”

The baker nodded.

“Right, right. How about I show you some examples?”

“That would be great.”

From the corner of his eyes, Khan saw the two women walk over to a small room.

Leonard McCoy’s sister. The baker had called her Miss, indicating she wasn’t married.

‘What are the chances?’

Part 16

Leah

After Leonard left for work Leah got herself ready for the day. She needed something to do with herself to distract her mind from all she had learned from her brother-in-law to be. Her hand curled in a fist at her side at the thought of what Scotty had been through.

“The cake,” she said aloud to herself.

Didn’t these two know anything about weddings? They had set a date so close, and expected things to work out. Well of course things were going to work out now that she was here to keep them on a schedule. At least Leo had had the foresight to get his suit done early.

Leah walked to her brother’s desk and found the small pile of wedding notes he’d set there. Leo had told her Jim had recommended a bakery for the cake. Someone he used to date worked there or something. Leah found the number and dialed.

“Keeler’s, how can I help you?” a feminine voice answered.

“Hi,” Leah said, “I know it’s a bit short notice, but I’m looking to have a cake made for my brother’s wedding.”

“How soon is the date?”

“September 24th.”

“Let me see…,” Leah heard papers rustling in the background.

“I’m not looking for something huge,” Leah added. “Maybe three layers? It’s going to be a relatively small wedding.”

“Ok… I think we can manage that. Would you like to come down to discuss it? Ms. Keeler will be in shortly.”

“Sure, I can be there soon.” Leah smiled to herself. This was going to be a piece of cake.

“Ok, I’ll just mark down you’re coming Miss…” the voice paused expectantly.

“Leah McCoy.”

“Ok Miss McCoy we’ll see you soon.”

Leah was satisfied leaving the bakery. She and Ms. Keeler had seen eye to eye on exactly what she wanted for Leo and Scotty. She smiled as she walked down the sidewalk. The heavy fog that had blown in was beginning to lift, but it had still left a chill in the air. She saw a shop ahead and decided something warm to drink would be quite welcome. She could plan her next move with a cup of something.

The shop was quite busy but Leah found an empty table to sit with her coffee. She was flipping through her phone when a voice surprised her. She looked up.

“May I sit?” a man was asking.

She glanced around. The shop was still full.

“Go ahead,” she shrugged.

“Thank you so much. I didn’t expect it to be so busy this morning,” the man said.

Leah glanced up. The man was looking at her with a friendly smile. His green eyes were bright behind his glasses and his blond curls flopped on his forehead. He appeared around her age.

“Everyone probably wanted to warm up,” she said smiling back.

“Oh,” the man said. “You aren’t from around here?”

Leah laughed. Leo held his drawl back as much as he could, but hers was always there.

“No, I’m here visiting my brother.”

The man looked around, as if looking for her brother.

“He’s at work,” she said.

“All by yourself?” the man asked curiously. Leah heard faint concern as well.

“I can take care of myself,” she grinned.

“Oh I’m sure you can,” he agreed with another smile.

Leah saw a twinkle in his eye. Had all the tables really been taken or had he come over here on purpose?

“Leah McCoy,” she said sticking out her hand.

“Jacob Hemmingway,” he responded, taking her hand.

Well, maybe this was the distraction she had been looking for.

#star trek #montgomery scott #dr leonard mccoy #scones #au #semper meus #leah mccoy #khan

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your-absent-father · 2 years

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Character introduction: Tartaros part 2

Part 1

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Okay, I am sick so here's the second part of the Tartaros character introduction. This time the people who are living in Ashphodea in the beginning of book and are alive.

Andi Ruiz

age : 16

actor face claim: Jenna Ortega

notable characteristics: Nothing to note off. She tries to hide as much as possible

weapon of choice: nothing

Andi Ruiz lives with her single mom in Ashphodea. As a very shy girl, she usually spends her days alone while her single mother is working for Perseus, one of the most influential people in Ashphodea. To pass the time, Andi is incredibly read. She knows all about the history of Tartaros and Ashphodea, more than Ashphodea's goverment would probably like.

Andi's has never known anything about her family other than her mother. That is the reason why Andi is suprisingly curious, trying to look for any clues about her family's past.

Louis "Perseus" Braun

Age: 36

actor face claim: Gwilym Lee

Notable characteristics: Long blonde hair, thick beard

Louis Braun is one of the most influential people in Ashphodea, just under the gods, who never show themselves to the public, so for many, Louis is the face of Ashphodea. Everyone in Ashphodea adore him and his charismatic smile. In Ashphodians eyes Louis is perfect. Only problem in his perfect life is the Gorgos.

Louis has tried to take down Gorgos and their loyal citizens for years. Medusa just seems always one step ahead. Since the first battle, they have been each others throats. They hate each other. You could say it's that simple but when things are?

Louis is engased to Neela Hayer-Grey, the daughter of Roxanne "Hades" Grey, one of the former gods that passed away by the hand of Medusa. Louis says he loves her but many, like Andi, question their weird relationship, from their age gap to Louis's close relationship to Neela's family ever since she was a kid.

Juliana "Clymenestra" Ruiz

age: 42

actor face claim: Dascha Polanko

Notable characteristics: always wearing perfect looking clothes

Juliana Ruiz works as a assistant to Perseus. She is a single mother to a 16-year old who she loves but can't see ofter because of work. Her past is very well hidden from almost everyone, including her own. She tries to keep her head low. Lot of her is a spoiler so her explanation is short.

Next one is spoilers for chapter four and five so go read them if you don't want spoilers... here

Tomas "Pemphredo" Henriksson

age: 55

actor faceclaim: David Thewlis

notable characteristics: Almost unnatural looking face that eye can't regonize

Tomas Henriksson has had many names in his life. For last 15 years he has been Izaiah Jones, his old co-worker whose name he took to escape the Gorgos. People of Tartaros thought he died from blowing himself up with her ex-wife Anna Henriksson. When he turns up alive, Gorgos are angry.

Tomas has worked a lot with I.C.T.A, organization that used to rule Tartaros. He is a scientist and a doctor that specializes with psychotherapy. He could have had an illosturious career without Anna Henriksson, Tomas's worst mistake.

#character introduction #oc introduction #character intro #writeblr #writers on tumblr #tartaroswip

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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1591

Do you know anyone who went to a boarding school? I don’t think so. I don’t even know if we’ve got one of those here... In what year did you turn 16? 2014.

Have you ever befriended someone named Victoria? Do you still speak to that person? I know a few people from my high school who are technically Victorias, but they never went by the name and had much shorter nicknames. I never considered them friends per se, but we continue to follow each other on social media.

Does anyone ever send you handwritten letters? Nope.

When you were in school, what subjects did you achieve the best grades in? It had always been social science and history, from grade school all the way to college. Memorizing came naturally to me and it was made even easier since I liked all the things that I had to memorize anyway, whether it was dates or capitals of places or whatever. I was OK in English too, but I largely credit that to my penchant for writing; I never actually enjoyed analyzing literary works.

Do you own any band T-shirts? I once owned a Paramore shirt that will always have a funny story behind the purchase – I got it during my first Paramore concert, and I was 15 at the time so my mom gave me pocket money. She must have expected me to use it for emergencies, like food just in case I went hungry; but being in a concert arena for the first time had me overzealous so I bought the shirt instead. She was both amazed and furious with me when she found out.

When did you last share photos of yourself on social media? Was anyone else with you in those photos? The other night when I posted this meme-ish photo of myself reacting to Namjoon’s Dia Beacon performance. No, I was alone.

Did you have to wear a uniform in high school? What colours did it consist of? Yes. White, red, and some bits of yellow, blue, and green since the necktie and skirt were plaid. Did you ever eat school meals? Did you enjoy them or not? Moreso in college. Back in high school, I secretly skipped meals and piled up my allowance so I could hang out with my friends on weekends instead; my pocket money was never really enough to let me spend for both.

Have you ever liked someone that others thought was 'too old' for you? I mean, this has only ever really applied to celebrities who are old enough to be my dad. I’ve never been interested in such a person in real life.

What colour are the eyes of your significant other, or the person you're currently interested in? Nobody like that exists.

Do you remember the last occasion when you were required to use a torch? I’ve never had to hold up a torch lol. Can I cite candles instead?? We always have a stock ready in case of brownouts.

Outside of blood family, who was the last person you hugged? Trina.

^Any idea what that person is doing at this moment? I don’t have a clue. Maybe spending time with her family or friends? or alone at home since I know her roommate (also a co-worker) is currently in Seoul.

Do you live close to any woods or forests? Do you ever go walking there? No. I live in a gated village and right outside is a very busy city lol, so there is little chance of encountering a forest.

Do you know anyone named Helen? What colour is her hair? Nope.

Has anyone ever done a sketch or painting of you? No, I get squeamish about that so I never get any done and wouldn’t want someone to give me a portrait of myself as a gift, either.

Does your house have a fireplace? We have zero need for a fireplace.

Are your nails long or short currently? Are they painted? They are short and unpainted.

Have you ever been interviewed for a magazine or newspaper? I haven’t. I wouldn’t be opposed though! I’ve just never been approached for one lol.

Have you checked your emails today? Did you have any unread emails? NOPE. No emails on the weekends, and I’ve stopped caring if it could possibly lead to delays at work.

What was the topic of the last conversation you had with a close friend? Angela and I were talking about the market price of vape pods since I was a little surprised to see that they’re cheaper now than the last time I restocked a month ago lol. Then she explained that it’s probably because fewer and fewer people have been getting pods to replace them with disposable pens instead.

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oichanaka · 1 year

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Rules:

1. Pick one of your OCs. Akabayashi 😎 2. Fill in the question/statements as if you were that OC. 3. Tag four people to do this meme.

1. What is your name ? "Name's Mizuki Akabayashi, nice to meet ya!" 2. Do you know why are you named that ? "Hmm...! Because my mother liked that name?" 3. Are you single or taken ? "Single? Now who'd be interested in knowing that?" the red-haired woman said, flashing the interviewer a toothy grin. "This old oichan's not looking for love, though, sorry." 4. Have any abilities or powers ? "Just my abilities and my abilities alone."

Though she did like to think of them as her power. 5. Stop being Mary Sue. "Mary Sue? Don't believe I know her. Last time I checked, I wasn't her either!" 6. What's your eye color ? "Brown." 7. What's your hair color ? She grinned, her lone eye rolling upward as she pointed at it. "Red, but real color is dark brown." 8. Have any family members ? "Mm... Believe it or not, this old oichan had parents herself at one point - but that person's long gone now. Never heard of having any other relatives, and if I did, well, guess they weren't too interested in taking in a child."

9. How about pets ? "They're not for me." 10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like. "Drugs. Scum like that info-broker or that Izumii. Drug dealers. Men who beat women and children. The drug trade. Sex traffickers. People who want to eat their cake and have it too. Pedophiles." 11. Do have any activities/hobbies that you like to do ? "Let's see... I like going out on walks around town, surfing the net, playing those phone games, fine-dining, socializing with my co-workers, and of course, who doesn't like long walks on the beach?" (<- says she's uninterested in having relations and then flirts, what a silly oichan)

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in anyway ? Her eye averted, thinking of how she used to be and how she currently was. She's hurt a LOT of people, though even now, being what she was, it didn't necessarily bother her. Hurting others was just a part of business, though there were times she wished she didn't have to. Other times she wished she could walk a better path. That road was beyond her now, however, and it was true she wasn't opposed to using her fists if it was required.

'My, I haven't thought of things in such a way in a long time...'

"I have," she finally answered, her lone eye flitzing back to the interviewer. She'd had had a sad smile before, but now, she looked quite serious and solemn. 13. Ever... killed anyone ? The interviewer had asked, shivering at the very real possibility of a "yes".

But Akabayashi looks on upon them much friendlier, as if reassuring. "Say, Oichan's getting a little thirsty. How about a small break and we can start again?" she replies without answering. Though surely it was picked up that she had given her answer indirectly. 14. What kind of animal are you ? "Is this a trick question?" Are they calling her inhuman? Because yeah, she'd been that way. It's deserved. 15. Name your worst habits. "My worst habits, huh. I guess I'm not the easiest person to work with. I can do the things I want that aren't convenient for the rest of the group and I guess I can be a little bit petty, too."

Not to mention, her drinking habits. She should probably cut back a little.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all ? "No." She might have had heroes when she was a kid, but she can't remember who.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual ? "It's a tough one, when it should probably be easy. All I know is I like women and don't find myself interested in men." 18. Do you go to school ? "Oichan's long been out."

More like dropped out- or even expelled... 19. Ever want to get married and have kids one day ? "As far as it goes, Oichan isn't expecting love or marriage to be written into the story for her. Two women can't get married here, anyway."

She thought about the having kids part and answered, "Don't think I could ever envision myself pregnant or doing…you-know-what. But if I did find myself with someone, and she already had kids or wanted to do something like use a sperm donor… well, maybe."

A big maybe, as Akabayashi did not think she would ever feel close to someone like that again and did not believe she could ever be a good enough parent or partner but who knows. 20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys ? "If I do, they have a funny way of showing it," the redhead replied, peeking knowingly over her shoulder at the assailant that had been slowly creeping up behind her. That and a ferocious smile seemed to have scared them enough to send them running in the opposite direction. 21. What are you most afraid of ? The redhead paused as she thought on it, losing the smile from her face.

Fears. Things she was scared of. What were those anymore, when you've seen enough things and were personally responsible for horrors yourself?

Looking into her heart, Akabayashi supposes her only fears these days were something as simple as losing the people she loved. Anri, gone. Akane, gone. Hurt, murdered... The thought filled her with dread and worry. Even if she couldn't keep them close, the redhead wanted to protect the two and ensure their well-being; ensure they didn't stray from the right path. 22. What clothes do you usually wear ? "Just a shirt, suit, slacks, and shoes." 23. What's one food that tempts you ? "Oh, I'm a glutton for the good and the delicious. Oichan doesn't have a lot of willpower when it comes to tasty things..." 24. What class are you (low/middle/high) ? "I don't have this bling on me for nothing." With a smirk, she pulled her collar down a bit to help reveal the gold chain she wore. 25. What are your thoughts on pie ? "It's good."

Pizza pie, that is! She hasn't really had pie-pie before. 26. Favorite drink ? She liked hard liquor but also liked sweet drinks, that said. So much to choose from, but the redhead guesses she should just go with her usual and settles for that.

…what do you mean they didn't mean alcohol? 27. What's your favorite place ? "Anywhere that isn't stuck in traffic."

That was probably at home. 28. Are you interested in anyone ? There was someone, but neither was the interest ever reciprocated or the person still around. Still, she dreamt of her, she thought of her, and she wished to see her again. It happened even as the feelings decreased over time, despite a belief that she for sure was over it by now. But there was always that lingering sadness. 29. That was a stupid question. "It's not stupid at all."

Mainly because it made her think of Sayaka and she did not think of Sayaka as stupid. 30. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean ? "The ocean, definitely." 31. What's your type ? Type of drink? Sunglasses? Phone? Be more specific. 32. Camping indoors or outdoors ? "Oichan is an indoors type of person."

At least when it concerns getting bitten by bugs. 33. Any fetishes ?

"A-ah..." Caught totally off-guard, Akabayashi felt the heat go to her cheeks. "Who wants to know a thing like that... Nah..."

#quizes #I was supposed to post this weeks ago but forgot xD #ic.

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jazzfordshire · 3 years

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fic writer review!

These are fun, thank you for tagging me @hrwinter!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

36, and every time I see that number I’m surprised

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

867, 451 holy shit

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Just supercorp! I am a one OTP at a time kind of girl and supercorp is really the first one to make me so feral that I tried to write my own stories

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

it feels like the first time (the fact that this is my most kudos’d is honestly hilarious to me but y’all know what you like I suppose)

there’s a big old moon shining down at night (small town au)

but then, my homework was never quite like this (teachers au)

i know you don’t believe (it’s you I’ve waited for) (vampire au)

i believe, you can get me through the night (70s AU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I used to! I thrive on comments as much as any writer, but there came a point where I couldn’t keep up very well and I took a break from it intending on going back after a week or two – and then I blinked and like 4 months had gone by and the unanswered comments were in the hundreds and I was like WELL I CAN’T GO BACK NOW

So I read and re-read every comment I get but I’m trash and can’t answer any until I clear out the backlog which is now impossible. Classic

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

NONE, I don’t do angsty endings ever, I can’t even READ angsty endings without going into a weeks long depression spiral

7. Do you write crossovers?

Just these ones!

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Definitely.

9. Do you write smut?

I used to be pretty convinced that smut was the only thing I COULD write, to be honest. It took a long time to talk myself into trying anything with significant plot that wasn’t a movie AU, and now I feel like I’m an okay plot writer with weirdly honed smut writing skills. Smut is still my favourite thing to write, though – I usually save it until the end to act as motivation to get me to finish the rest of the fic. I don’t get to write the smut until I’ve eaten my vegetables, lmao

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh so many times, on Wattpad and on ao3. Frustrating every time it happens.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Into different languages, yes! I always like when people ask first. I’ve also had fics ‘translated’ based on the Wattpad definition of the word meaning copied verbatim with the names and some context changed ie translated to a new pairing which is not so good

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not! I’m not sure I would want to tbh, I feel like if I want to write a concept I’ll write it myself and if I don’t I’ll leave it to someone else lmao. I’m more of an independent worker and I had enough of group projects back in university

13. All time fav ship?

supercorp, but swanqueen does pull a pretty close second place.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ah jeez I have way too many WIPs lmao and my hopeful heart wants all of them to become fully grown fics one day! So never say never

15. Writing strengths?

Emotion-driven smut, and probably description? The comment I get the most and makes me happy is that my writing flows well/they can picture it like they’re watching a movie so I think that’s probably my strength.

16. Writing weaknesses?

I gloss over things that don’t interest me, which sometimes results in jumping from scene to scene too often. It takes me weeks to write angst because I get too sad. I repeat a lot of turns of phrase, I think, and since I’ve written so much I imagine it’s noticeable if you read a lot of my stuff in a single sitting. And I know I used to use too many adverbs, but that’s something I’ve been working on

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I respect when people can do it well, but I’m too paranoid that I would get the translation horribly wrong to do it myself

18. First fandom you wrote for?

This one! I mean technically I scribbled like 4 paragraphs of waffle for Gelphie in a notebook when I was 14 but it never saw the light of day so I don’t know if it counts? It so thoroughly convinced me that I was bad at writing fiction that I didn’t try again until I was 25 and even now I get crippling imposter syndrome lmao so I like to say supercorp

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

This is THE HARDEST QUESTION HOW DARE YOU ASK ME

It depends on the aspect of the fic we’re talking about. 70s AU was my first real step into writing something besides movie AUs and smut oneshots, and even though if I wrote it now it would be double the length I’m still really proud of the overall emotional arc of the fic. Knights Tale AU is based on my all time favourite movie, so it has a special place in my heart. Small town AU is so deeply nostalgic for me being based on my hometown that sometimes I read it for comfort. But weirdly the one I’m the most proud and fond of is even the distance feels so near, my weird Morgana/El crossover fic. I was terrified of the concept because it required prose I wasn’t comfortable with and I was worried the emotional beats I wanted to hit wouldn’t come across, but I wrote it because I have a lot of feelings about those two characters and how deeply happy they could make each other and I’m really proud of myself for actually writing it!

I’m not going to tag anyone because I feel like a lot have been tagged already but feel free to do it if you so choose and consider yourself tagged by me

#tag game

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