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๐•ด ๐–†๐–‰๐–”๐–—๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–’ โš”๏ธ
๐•พ๐–•๐–Ž๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–“๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–š๐–• ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–“๐–Š๐–˜
๐•ท๐–Ž๐–›๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–˜๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–‰ โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‹๐–Ž๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–“๐–Š
๐•ป๐–š๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–—๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–“๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–†๐–๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–ž ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–†๐–™
๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–˜๐–š๐–—๐–—๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–Š๐–•๐–˜ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–”๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–™๐–”๐–Š๐–˜
๐•พ๐–™๐–”๐–• ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–’๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–๐–”๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–‡๐–‘๐–Š๐–Š๐–‰๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ
๐•ด ๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐– ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–๐–š๐–˜๐–™ ๐–‡๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–‰๐–”๐–“๐–Š ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐–‹๐–š๐–ˆ๐–๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–š๐–• ๐–’๐–ž ๐–˜๐–Š๐–†๐–™
๐•ด ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–“๐–”๐–™ ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–Š ๐–ž๐–”๐–š, ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–๐–”๐–Š ๐–ž๐–”๐–šโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“
๐•ณ๐–”๐–•๐–•๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–Œ๐– ๐–๐–”๐–’๐–Ž๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–‡๐–”๐–š๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–†๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–˜๐–™๐–—๐–Š๐–Š๐–™
๐•ฎ๐–”๐–š๐–Œ๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‘๐–Ž๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–”๐–Œ๐–Ž๐–Š ๐–’๐–†๐–“ ๐•ดโ€™๐–’ ๐–˜๐–™๐–”๐–’๐–•๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–‹
๐•ฎ๐–—๐–†๐–œ๐–‘๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–œ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–˜ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–‹๐–Š๐–Š๐–‘ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž ๐–‹๐–—๐–Š๐–Š๐–Ÿ๐–Š
๐•พ๐–™๐–š๐–ˆ๐– ๐–Ž๐–“๐–˜๐–Ž๐–‰๐–Š ๐–ž๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–‰๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–’๐–˜ ๐•ด ๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐– ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐–“๐–Š๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–™๐–” ๐–˜๐–‘๐–Š๐–Š๐–•
๐•ญ๐–Š๐–™๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐–‡๐–†๐–ˆ๐– ๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–š๐–• ๐•ด ๐–˜๐–Š๐–Š ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–˜๐–๐–†๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–˜๐–๐–Š๐–Š๐–™๐–˜
๐•ญ๐–Š๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–‰๐–Š๐–’๐–”๐–“๐–˜ โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ดโ€™๐–’ ๐–‹๐–Ž๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–
๐•ฑ๐–Š๐–†๐–— ๐–Œ๐–”๐–“โ€˜ ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–›๐–Š ๐–’๐–ž ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ดโ€™๐–’ ๐–‡๐–Ž๐–Œ ๐–š๐–• ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–’๐–ž ๐–˜๐–Ž๐–Ÿ๐–Š
๐•ด ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–œ๐–—๐–Š๐–˜๐–™๐–‘๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–Ž๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–Ž๐–‹ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–œ๐–†๐–“๐–™ ๐–™๐–” ๐–˜๐–Š๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–’ ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–Š
๐•ญ๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–™๐–” ๐–Œ๐–” ๐–‡๐–Š๐–—๐–˜๐–Š๐–—๐– ๐–˜๐–” ๐•ด ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–‡๐–Š๐–†๐–™ ๐–š๐–• ๐–”๐–“ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–‡๐–—๐–†๐–Ž๐–“
๐•ป๐–”๐–• ๐–๐–Ž๐–’ ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐– ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–Œ๐–‘๐–”๐–ˆ๐– ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐•ด ๐–‡๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–Š๐–•๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–œ๐–†๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™
๐•ณ๐–”๐–•๐–Š ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–Œ๐–Š๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–๐–š๐–“๐–Œ๐–—๐–ž ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐– ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–‘๐–”๐–”๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–™๐–†๐–˜๐–™๐–Š
๐•พ๐–™๐–Š๐–†๐–‰๐–ž ๐–’๐–”๐–›๐–Š ๐–†๐–‘๐–”๐–“๐–Š โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ด ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–“ ๐–˜๐–Š๐–Š ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–†๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–˜๐–™๐–—๐–†๐–“๐–Œ๐–Š
๐•พ๐–•๐–Ž๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–“๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–š๐–• ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–“๐–Š๐–˜
๐•ท๐–Ž๐–›๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–˜๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–‰ โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‹๐–Ž๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–“๐–Š
๐•ป๐–š๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–—๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–“๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–†๐–๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–ž ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–†๐–™
๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–˜๐–š๐–—๐–—๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–Š๐–•๐–˜ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–”๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–™๐–”๐–Š๐–˜
๐•พ๐–•๐–Ž๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–“๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–š๐–• ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–“๐–Š๐–˜
๐•ท๐–Ž๐–›๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–˜๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–‰ โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‹๐–Ž๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–“๐–Š
๐•ป๐–š๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–—๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–“๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–†๐–๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–ž ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–†๐–™
๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–˜๐–š๐–—๐–—๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–Š๐–•๐–˜ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–”๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–™๐–”๐–Š๐–˜
๐•พ๐–•๐–Ž๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–“๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–š๐–• ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–“๐–Š๐–˜
๐•ท๐–Ž๐–›๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–˜๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–‰ โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐•ดโ€™๐–›๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–‹๐–Ž๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–“๐–Š
๐•ป๐–š๐–™๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–—๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–“๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–†๐–๐–Š ๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–ž ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–—๐–”๐–†๐–™
๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–˜๐–š๐–—๐–—๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‡๐–”๐–‰๐–ž โ€š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–Š๐–•๐–˜ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–”๐–“ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–™๐–”๐–Š๐–˜
๐•ญ๐–š๐–—๐–“ ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•พ๐–๐–Ž๐–•๐–˜ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–‚๐–†๐–—๐–‘๐–”๐–—๐–‰ ๐•ฎ๐–”๐–‘๐–”๐–˜๐–˜๐–š๐–˜, ๐•ฏ๐–”๐–Ÿ๐–ž ๐•ฏ๐–”๐–Š @bethanythestrange @kattywompuss @bigbonzo
๐•ธ๐–”๐–—๐–Š ๐–’๐–š๐–˜๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–
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CS Fic Rec Monday: "Burn the Ships" by: @booksteaandtoomuchtv
This short MC is a work in progress and just heating up, but I am already completely "hooked" ;p It was written as a gift for @kmomof4, but I actually think it's a bit of a gift for all of us. @booksteaandtoomuchtv makes brilliant use of Pan, one of OuaT's best villains, his horrifying henchman Felix, and she also blends in werewolves, one of my favorite things to mix with CS and OuaT stories!!! My heart was already in my throat for Emma in the story, and I'm already so excited for this version of Killian to find her. I simply cannot wait for the next chapter, and if you haven't started it yet, you really should see for yourself!!
I also tried to make it some cover art, I hope you will like it @booksteaandtoomuchtv!!
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"Burn the Ships" by: @booksteaandtoomuchtv
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After almost 4 years of silence, I have posted chapter 10 of my infamous insanity fanfic, Burn the Ships!
If you happen to still follow me here on tumblr from my MacGyver years - this one is for you.
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imnotkosmic ยท 5 months
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Burn The Ships, by for King and Country. (side note, drawing water is really fun lol)
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Orange Goblin - Burn the Ships
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tetkokneked ยท 9 months
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A bizalom egy kรฉtรฉlลฑ kรฉs. รtadod valakiknek รฉs remรฉled hogy nem szรบr vele hรกtba. Szรบrt hรกtba olyan ember akire nem szรกmรญtottรกl?
Trust is a knife with to edge. You gave it to someone and hopefully she doesn't stick it to your back.
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dystopiandramaqueen ยท 2 years
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Light a match
Leave the past
Burn the ships
And donโ€™t you look back
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Extra Song: Burn the ships
Artist: For King and Country album:ย โ€œBurn The Shipsโ€ย (2018) #Outreach: That the world may know #Prayer Focus: Pray for Our Prodigals #Praise the Lord Please follow my blogs ย Guam Christian Blog Guam views Blog Bruceโ€™s Facebook https://www.facebook.com/bruce.dinsman Bruceโ€™s Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/Bruce-Dinsman/e/B07KDKLGPZ?ref=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000 Goodreads:โ€ฆ
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deliciouslyfrightening ยท 6 months
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Enemies to lovers? Blue Eye Samurai is just for you!
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"You can't die before me!" and "Only I can kill you!" are the words Taigen (in green) repeats to our protagonist Mizu (in blue). They were childhood enemies and now they are rivals.
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But both of them feel sexual tension and Mizu's feelings for Taigen are not platonic kind. After all, Mizu is into strong men who can hold their ground when fighting with him.
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They fight alongside each other and make painful sacrifices for each other. They deny their feelings and desires.
One can't help but root for them.
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๐•ด ๐–†๐–‰๐–”๐–—๐–Š ๐–๐–Ž๐–’ ๐–˜๐–” ๐–’๐–”๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™๐–—๐–š๐–ˆ๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–’๐–š๐–ˆ๐– ๐Ÿ”ฅ โš”๏ธ
Spitting on the body I've been cleaning up the bones
Living by the sword 'cause I've been fiending for the throne
Putting on the crown now take it easy on the throat
Resurrect the body 'cause she keeps me on my toes
Stop all that screaming and hold all that bleeding
I think you just bout done went fucked up my seat
I will not wife you, you hoe you've been
Hopping through homies and bouncing around in the street
Coughing like the boogie man I'm stomping on the beef
Crawling on your walls and you could feel your body freeze
Stuck inside your dreams I think you really need to sleep
Better back it up I see you shaking in the sheets
Beating on my demons 'cause I'm fiending for the high
Fear gon' leave my body 'cause I'm big up for my size
I could wrestle bodies if you want to see them die
Bout to go berserk so I could beat up on your brain
Pop him with the glock that I be keeping on my waist
Hope you getting hungry with the blood that you could taste
Steady move alone 'cause I can see you acting strange
Spitting on the body I've been cleaning up the bones
Living by the sword 'cause I've been fiending for the throne
Putting on the crown now take it easy on the throat
Resurrect the body 'cause she keeps me on my toes
Spitting on the body I've been cleaning up the bones
Living by the sword 'cause I've been fiending for the throne
Putting on the crown now take it easy on the throat
Resurrect the body 'cause she keeps me on my toes
Spitting on the body I've been cleaning up the bones
Living by the sword 'cause I've been fiending for the throne
Putting on the crown now take it easy on the throat
Resurrect the body 'cause she keeps me on my toes
๐•ญ๐–š๐–—๐–“ ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•พ๐–๐–Ž๐–•๐–˜ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–‚๐–†๐–—๐–‘๐–”๐–—๐–‰ ๐•ฎ๐–”๐–‘๐–”๐–˜๐–˜๐–š๐–˜, ๐•ฏ๐–”๐–Ÿ๐–ž ๐•ฏ๐–”๐–Š @len0r @bethanythestrange @bigbonzo ๐Ÿ˜˜
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evilkaeya ยท 1 year
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the best kind of ships are the ones where the characters make their relationship everyone's problem
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ew-selfish-art ยท 8 months
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DP x DC AU: Bruce is the one to invite Constantine over, and no, it's not to improve his tenuous working relationship with the asshole. It's the opposite of that.
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Danny had become a frequent visitor of Wayne Manor in the last few months, and Bruce had to admit that while the kid was certainly a bit ominous for his liking for a partner to Tim, he was a generally kind and happy soul. They'd been dating for a lot longer than the Bats knew of- Kon had been the one to let it slip to Jon who told Damian and so on- and since the relationship was no longer secret, Tim brings him to family functions.
The thing about Danny is... He's dead. More than half of the time. Which again, is not Ideal for Bruce's wishes for Tim's future husband, but it also means that he reviles in being alive. Danny is downright joyous about using his time left on earth properly. He makes Tim eat real food, enjoy real sleep and generally live a more fulfilled life than he had been. The whole family noticed the changes in Tim, and it made them like Danny even more.
So after a particularly grueling day of dealing with Trigon and therefore the JLD's lack of coordination and sensible planning- Bruce gets the idea. John couldn't fucking contain himself admonishing Bruce, and perhaps it was vindictive, but Bruce figures that John should meet Danny. Sans context of course.
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John is really over dealing with Batman's prissy, over complicated and perfectionist attitude. Come to the Cave he'd demanded, as though John didn't have a favorite bar to get back to, deal with a ghost he ordered like John didn't have other priorities than some random shade.
When walking into the space however, the second his teleportation portal closed, John knew something was deeply, deeply fucked. The shadows were growing longer, the second hand on his watch ticked slower, the air smelled of sulfur and... Red Robin was sitting working at the computer like nothing was wrong. But what was wrong, was the kid was marked by The End. Marked by The Infinite. FUCK.
John knew Death, the Endless, and knew she could pick favorites just like her siblings (Dream's immortal drinking buddy comes to mind). But this wasn't her work, this was something other.
"Mate- the Bat said there was a ghost?" John feels like he might throw up, the eerie atmosphere complicating what should have been a simple request.
"Uh, obviously." The kid didn't even look over from his screen or pause his typing.
John slowly approached, looking over each shoulder a few times, turning in a few circles as the shadows appeared to dance and echo within the cave. He could see his breath, the air became so cold so suddenly. And then, with the gentleness of a pin drop, a new agonizing sound appeared with a Kid walking down the cave stairs. The aura of the room turned dark, every cell in John's body screaming to run, that this was basically the little girl from the ring crawling through the TV as the young man walked down the steps.
"Babe, your grampa says that dinners going to be ready in a second. Oh, uh, hey dude." The creature speaks, turning his eyes to John for only a moment to study him. It feels equivalent to a butterfly being pinned by its wings.
"Y-y-you, you're, you're one of the Endless?" John stutters, his body reacting in fear despite the nonchalant posture of the Beast. The young man rolls his eyes.
"Nah, one of the Ancients but like uh, I'm new in town. And hon seriously don't be late, A made tiramisu for dessert and you're not allowed to have any if you're late and I don't want to deal with you pouting."
"You had me at Tiramisu!" Red stands up from his computer and then turns, "John, what are you doing here again?" Red Robin finally looks over at him, completely confused.
"Just leaving." John mutters, his eyes still trained on the ANCIENT.
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Bruce could barely hide his laugh when Tim reported the Magician meeting Danny in the cave.
That'll show the asshole to question Batman's knowledge of the occult.
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Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.
At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind. Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little
You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)
Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right
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So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?
Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child). But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)
Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship. (Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)
Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself. The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass
Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)
My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real? Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario? Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?
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Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO
So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.
Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece. And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co. So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.
Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was) Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))
But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...
Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc. But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.
But in this scenario, he already has Robin. Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.
But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife* (*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)
Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive. I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.
The only question is, how would Robin take that?
Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine. IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good
So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.
Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.
And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.
What's she going to do?
EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy
#Moon posting#OP Meta#Sir Crocodile#Crocodad#Nico Robin#THIS POST WAS AN ACCIDENT. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. WHY DID I WRITE THIS. WHAT DEMON POSSESSED ME#I'm sure someone's written this already right#Right#Surely this fanfic already exists#Please tell me it exists#I dunno what to tell you I am not immune to a Juicy AU#Anyway on a more wholesome side of things: Robin accidentally calling Crocodile ''dad'' and he just inhales and swallows his whole cigar#Nearly chockes to death. Gets burns on his throat.#Robin feeling less alienated because of her DF ability because Croc has seen weirder AND is made of sand himself#If anything if they're literally by themselves then Robin being able to literally lend a hand to Croc at any time could be extremely useful#Like. In regular life situations. 'Cause Croc only has one hand. And Robin as many as she wants. Perfect duo.#(Also if they were travelling on like a small ship then it'd probably be built for a Tall Motherfucker like Croc right)#(Robin's ability would just make the ship more accessible to her and Croc would find that independence good)#Robin still gets a codename because Croc can't have anyone realize who she is. Maybe she even wears like a mask or summin' in public#If Crocodile's openly trans and the news of him transitioning recently broke out. Like. No avoiding that convo eh#Baby Robin's like ''...I read in a book once that some reptiles can change sex but I didn't know crocodiles could do it too''#''๐Ÿ’ฆ.../Humans/ can't do that normally either''#''Hmmmm. Weird. I don't think being a girl would suit you though'' // ''...I'll take that as a compliment''#I just. I think they could have really cute interactions if they warmed up to each other after a little while#And I'm Extremely Normal about that
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So does anyone remember that post that was like "Robin and Eddie meet when she does that thing that's like 'hello, please pretend you know me so I can get away from this person' then Steddie happens?" Because I do. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows the post I'm talking about please let me know so I can link it, this is very much not my idea, it's that persons idea but the brain worms got me so here we are. ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ
We found it! It's this post by @wynnyfryd Thank you Anon! Obviously I went in a different direction with it but this post was 100% my inspiration so thank you for helping me find it!
AO3 link for those asking! ๐Ÿ–ค
Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasnโ€™t so damn scared.
That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns sheโ€™d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing sheโ€™d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. It could be something completely innocent, the guy might be coincidentally going in the same direction as her but she wasnโ€™t willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if it meant keeping herself alive.
The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as she was followed through the dark and empty streets of the city, hoping, praying for some kind of shop or restaurant or something to make an appearance so she could hide inside but apparently Robin was able to find the one street in this city where everything was either closed for the night or boarded up.
Her heart was pounding in her ears and the beginnings of tears were starting to sting her eyes and all she could think of was how sick with worry Steve was going to be in the morning when he woke up to no missed calls, no missed texts and no Robin. Sheโ€™d scoffed at him hours earlier when heโ€™d offered to go to the โ€˜work thingโ€™ with her but she'd told him she was a big girl and she could look after herself and not to be such a worrywart mom.
And now she had no idea where her phone had gone, if she'd left it behind or dropped it somewhere, no idea where she was and no idea of what she was going to do.
If sheโ€™d been a bit more present in her head she probably would have noticed the loud, braying, male laughter coming from just ahead of her and crossed the street to avoid them before it was obvious she was avoiding them. But as it was she could barely see straight through her tears and panicked tunnel vision while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on the slowly encroaching guy behind her. She was practically already in the groupโ€™s space and one of them had definitely already seen her though he didnโ€™t pay her any attention.
But even through her blurred vision and panic, she finally registered what exactly she was looking at. Four men standing around the entrance to what looked like the diviest of empty dive bars, chain smoking and being as loud as humanly possible, but thatโ€™s not what caught her eye.
Long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos, subculture. If Robin had to choose a group of men to approach, any kind of subculture would be the best option. They knew what it was like to be other. There was no guarantee these guys were safe, but they were probably safer than a group of frat boys.
The next thing that caught her eye that nearly made her cry in relief as she got closer were the patches and pins.
A rainbow โ€˜Aโ€™ against a black and white striped background pinned on one guys collar, a yellow-white-purple-black patch on another's arm, a pink-yellow-blue patch over the third guys heart and a progress pride flag pinned to the largest guys pocket.
Her people.
Without a second's hesitation she made a bee-line for them, planting herself firmly next to yellow-white-purple-black patch person who had a mess of thick light brown curls that reminded her of Steveโ€™s hair. They fell painfully silent at her arrival.
The four of them blinked down at her, with her tearfilled eyes and wild aura of panic around her they were probably, understandably freaked out.
โ€œHi guys!โ€ She called out to them, probably a little too loud, hoping her voice carried back to the fucker following her, tensing as she could actually hear his footsteps approaching now.
The guy with the longest hair and the pink-yellow-blue patch standing directly in front of her glanced quickly over her shoulder before returning his gaze to her. His face split into a wide warm grin, tapping her shoulder lightly.
โ€œHey girlie. We thought you werenโ€™t coming, weโ€™ve been waiting.โ€
The footsteps behind her audibly slowed down. Robin laughed, a little maniacally, keeping her frantic gaze on him, not daring to turn around. โ€œYeah, I uh- g- got sidetracked.โ€
โ€œEddie, what-โ€
Pink-yellow-blue patch guy, Eddie she supposed, slapped โ€˜Aโ€™ patch guy lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand, shutting him up as her pursuer passed them by, giving the group a wide berth.
โ€œHey, no worries. Youโ€™re here now, right?โ€
Pride patch guy kept his eyes on the guy whoโ€™d been following her the whole time, only looking away when he eventually turned the corner, disappearing into the night.
Robin immediately felt her posture slacken now that he was finally gone, the full weight of everything coming down on her. Her tears began to spill over and her whole body shook as hysterical sobs started to pour out of her body.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry. Iโ€™m- Iโ€™m sorry. I didnโ€™t know what else to do. I think I left my phone behind and I donโ€™t know where I am. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I got lost trying to get away and- and-โ€
โ€œHey, hey. Itโ€™s okay.โ€ Yellow-white-purple-black patch person squeezed her shoulder lightly, keeping their distance. โ€œYouโ€™re okay. Donโ€™t worry about it.โ€
โ€œWe can call someone for you, if you want?โ€ Eddie asked, crossing his arms tight like he was trying not to reach out to her, probably worried it would freak her out more. โ€œBoyfriend or girlfriend-โ€
โ€œOr romantic partner.โ€ The person with their hand on her shoulder interjected lightly.
โ€œAlright Baron from the Baronies.โ€ Eddie snorted. โ€œBut fair point, Gareth. Romantic partner or friend or whatever?โ€
โ€œUm,โ€ Robinโ€™s voice was still shaking. โ€œI donโ€™tโ€ฆ Iโ€™ve never been good at memorising numbersโ€ฆโ€
โ€œMe too, terrible at them.โ€ Eddie smiled again, pulling his phone from his pocket. Robinโ€™s fear and panic was almost entirely gone now even though she was still hiccuping and sniffling underneath their concerned gazes. They were all firmly keeping their distance, keeping any touches short and fleeting, not moving too suddenly, trying their best to make sure she knew they werenโ€™t a threat and it was really helping her to start feeling safe again. โ€œBut we could try to find them online? Instagram or something?โ€
โ€œYeah. Yeah we could try that.โ€ She wiped her eyes roughly against her sleeve as she shuffled over to Eddieโ€™s side. โ€œMy best friend, Steve, he uh- heโ€™s probably asleep and I donโ€™t think you can call him if you donโ€™t have him addedโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYou can send him a message.โ€ Eddie replied easily, handing his phone over. โ€œAnd if he doesnโ€™t wake up, weโ€™ll try something else.โ€ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t worry weโ€™ll get you home.โ€ โ€˜Aโ€™ patch guy smiled down at her while pride patch guy nodded along.
Robin sniffed again. โ€œThanks.โ€ She was able to conjure up a small watery smile as she opened the app and found Steveโ€™s profile, shooting off a quick message begging him not to freak out and explaining the situation as concisely as she could.
โ€œHere.โ€ She handed Eddie back his phone who glanced down at it for just a second before his eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through Steveโ€™s profile.
โ€œOh shit. This is your friend?โ€
Robin nodded. โ€œMm-hmm.โ€
โ€œHeโ€™sโ€ฆ heโ€™s really pretty.โ€
That managed to pull a startled laugh from her. โ€œOh god, donโ€™t tell him that, youโ€™ll give him a big head.โ€
โ€œLet me see?โ€ Gareth asked, whistling low when Eddie turned his phone around showing a photo of Steve and Robin at their last pride parade cheering with the crowd, Steve with the pink-purple-blue of the bi flag smeared across each cheek and Robin with the pinks, oranges and white of the lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. โ€œHe is really pretty.โ€
Eddie snatched the phone back, cradling it to his chest. โ€œFuck off, Gare. I saw him first.โ€
Robin smiled again. โ€œAny response from him?โ€
โ€œHm?โ€ Eddie asked distractedly, scrolling through Steveโ€™s photos before pride flag guy punched him in the shoulder. โ€œOw! Wh- oh, sorry!โ€ Eddie frantically scrolled back up before clicking into his messages again and shaking his head. โ€œNothing yet.โ€ He held the phone out to show her.
โ€œOkay.โ€
โ€œWhatโ€™s your address? If he doesnโ€™t respond, we'll find a way to get you there.โ€
โ€œUhโ€ฆโ€ Robin was drawing a complete blank, only able to remember her parents home address hundreds of miles away.
โ€œOr tell us something nearby.โ€ Eddie added, not missing a beat, clearly picking up on Robinโ€™s lack of an answer. โ€œWhatโ€™s on your street?โ€
โ€œUm,โ€ she closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her head, โ€œthereโ€™s a couple of Chinese take outs, Asian food store, paint storeโ€ฆ thereโ€™sโ€ฆ I think itโ€™s a tattoo parlour? Thereโ€™s designs painted on the window, a tower on either side. I think theyโ€™re from Lord of the Rings?โ€
โ€œInklings? Is that the place?โ€
Robin opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning at her conspiratorially. โ€œThatโ€™s it. You know it?โ€
โ€œWould you believe me if I told you I work there?โ€
โ€œNo way.โ€
โ€œWay.โ€
Hope was starting to grow feathers inside Robinโ€™s chest. She could go home, she didnโ€™t have to stay out all night waiting for Steve to wake up and never let her out of his sight again, she could hug her best friend and drink coffee out of her favourite mug and curse at their finicky fridge and steal his hair products again. She could go home.
โ€œIs it far?โ€
โ€œNah, only a few streets away. Ten minute walk, tops.โ€
โ€œDโ€™you- I meanโ€ฆ do you think you could-โ€ Could she really ask them to walk her home after theyโ€™d already done so much for her? Would she be asking too much? Could she be putting herself in more danger?
โ€œI can take you there if you want? Let you get back to yourโ€ฆ Steve.โ€ There was a slight blush dusting over Eddieโ€™s cheeks. Maybe he did have an ulterior motive, but it wasnโ€™t an ulterior motive involving her. If she wasnโ€™t so wrung out and aching to crawl into her own bed sheโ€™d be thinking up teasing material to lambaste Steve with. But as it was, she was desperate to get home.
โ€œWould that be okay?โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€ Eddie replied, bright and easy. โ€œIt would just be me and you though,โ€ he held his hands up in surrender, โ€œand you can totally say no, like if you're uncomfortable or whatever. Gareth is Grant and Jeffโ€™s ride home and youโ€™re still on the clock, right?โ€ He turned to Gareth towards the end of his sentence.
โ€œYeah, but I get off shift in about an hour so could come in if you wanted, wait around in the back room until then if you wanna go as a group?โ€ They answered.ย 
โ€œI thinkโ€ฆ I think I just want to get home.โ€
โ€œOkay, cool. No worries Iโ€™ll get you there safe and sound. Here,โ€ Eddie pulled his phone out again, โ€œIโ€™m gonna message Steve to let him know weโ€™re on the way in case he wakes up,โ€ he showed her the short message only sending it off when she gave a nod, โ€œand Iโ€™ll get you to navigate just so we donโ€™t get lost.โ€ย 
He handed his phone to her with the maps app open, directing them towards Inklings tattoo parlour. He was playing it off like an easy joke, instead of another way to assure her she was safe. He was making sure she knew exactly where he was taking her at all times, he was making sure she had the ability to call the police or whatever if he turned on her, he was making sure she knew he didnโ€™t need or want her address if she didnโ€™t want to give it.ย 
This fucking guy.
He definitely wouldnโ€™t be the worst choice Steve had ever made if it did go that way.
โ€œI donโ€™t know how to thank all of you, seriously. I donโ€™t know what I would have done if I hadnโ€™t run into you.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t worry about it.โ€ Grant smiled at her before hesitating. โ€œUh, I just realised we donโ€™t have your name.โ€
โ€œOh!โ€ She laughed at herself, feeling lighter. โ€œIโ€™m Robin.โ€
โ€œPleasure to meet you, Robin.โ€ Grant held his hand out, shaking hers once she took it.
โ€œLikewise.โ€
โ€œAnd donโ€™t worry about thanking us, just pay it forward, yeah?โ€ Jeff said.
โ€œPlus.โ€ Gareth took on a nonchalant tone even though they had a smirk plastered over their face. โ€œWeโ€™ll see you again at Steve and Eddieโ€™s wedding.โ€
โ€œShut up!โ€ Eddie scowled but didnโ€™t hold onto it for long in the wake of Robinโ€™s giggles.
She sighed once the giggles subsided, a weight lifted off her shoulders. โ€œI look forward to it.โ€ She raised her hand in salute as the three of them headed back inside, turning to Eddie as he held his elbow out.
โ€œShall we?โ€
Robin tried to suppress her smile but took Eddieโ€™s arm anyway. They only made it down one street and around one corner, Robin clutching tight to Eddieโ€™s phone before he finally asked.
"So."
"So."
"Best friend Steve." Eddie twirled his rings around his fingers. "Is heโ€ฆ"
โ€œHeโ€™s single.โ€ She answered lightly. โ€œBut you might be arriving into his life at the wrong time. Heโ€™s recently sworn off men.โ€
โ€œWell weโ€™ve all sworn off men once or twice. Men are terrible.โ€
โ€œAgreed.โ€
โ€œIs it because of a bad ex?โ€
Robin threw her head back with a groan remembering the giant breakdown that had finally finally ended it. โ€œTommy was the worst. Heโ€™s the reason we even moved out here, thereโ€™s nowhere to get away from an ex in a small town, you know? Theyโ€™re everywhere. Iโ€™m not going to go into what happened, itโ€™s not my business to say but it was bad.โ€
Eddie nodded, his eyes down on the ground, running through everything in his head.
Robin could see the tattoo parlour up ahead, the glorious sight of their apartment building just a few buildings away.
โ€œDo you thinkโ€ฆ with timeโ€ฆ he could open himself up to men again?โ€
Eddie had such a tentative hope in his eyes, it was adorable really. Looking over him, she thought about the type of people Steve would constantly thirst over, blip in the matrix Tommy Hagan notwithstanding.
Lithe bodies with full lips and giant eyes, hair he could run his fingers through and something unusual about them. Something odd.
Heโ€™d never explicitly gone for someone so heavily into a subculture before but heโ€™d never turned them down either. And based on Eddieโ€™s job at the tattoo parlour and the way he was dressed, he almost definitely had some ink on him. That alone would be enough to make Steve swoon.
โ€œI think he might. Will you walk me up?โ€ Robin asked, holding the door to the building open, offering Eddie the same kindness under the guise of doing a favour that he had offered her so many times tonight.
โ€œYeah, sure.โ€
Theyโ€™d managed to make it up to the third floor, walking down her hallway before Eddieโ€™s phone started to ping incessantly.
She turned the phone over in her hand, looking at the screen. โ€œHeโ€™s awake.โ€
Robin, where are you?
Are you okay?
Iโ€™m on the way.
Please be okay.
Their apartment door was flung open just as they reached it. Steve was standing there panting and terrified, his hair a mess, his glasses askew, his jacket and shoes thrown haphazardly over his pyjamas.
โ€œRobbie.โ€
Steve slammed into her, holding her tight before immediately letting go to inspect her face and running his hands over her body, checking to see if anything was wrong.
โ€œAre you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? What do you need?โ€
โ€œSteve.โ€ Robin caught his fluttering hands in hers and squeezed, nearly crying out in relief just to have him with her again. โ€œIโ€™m okay. Eddie and his friends helped me.โ€
โ€œEddie-โ€ Steve looked to the side, noticing her saviour for the first time. โ€œYouโ€™re Eddie.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m Eddie.โ€ Eddie gave him a short little wave and a dazzling smile that quickly dropped in shock as Steve pulled him into a crushing hug, his blush returning with full force.
โ€œThank you, thank you so much. I donโ€™t know what I wouldโ€™ve-โ€ Steve took a big breath in and loosened his arms from around Eddieโ€™s shoulders. Robin saw his eyes slowly trail over his face before very briefly flicking down to the pink-yellow-blue patch then back up. โ€œCome inside, the two of you. Can I get you anything? Tea? Decaf coffee? A glass of water? Like, literally anything to say thank you.โ€ He asked, ushering the two of them into the apartment.
Steve caught Robinโ€™s eye behind Eddieโ€™s back and mouthed โ€˜oh my god heโ€™s fucking gorgeous!โ€™
Robin snorted and thought to herself โ€˜sworn off men, my ass.โ€™
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