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I’m so excited for this series! The first chapter totally hit a bullseye on its analysis of their relationship.

Slowly and then all at once

Chapter 1

Her TO is an ass.

He’s also undeniably attractive.

But mostly, he’s an ass.

By the end of day two, though, Lucy knows there’s more to it than that. After learning of the existence of Isabel – and as a former psych major – it doesn’t take long to figure him out. It’s clear that the cocky macho hardass thing is a defense mechanism (well, maybe not the cocky part) and that beneath the façade, he’s caring and deeply loyal to those he loves.

And in a lot of pain.

It’s also very clear that he doesn’t want to talk about it so she tries not to push, though it’s not in her nature to remain quiet or to do nothing when someone is hurting. She wishes she could do something to lessen his pain, but she also knows she can’t help someone who isn’t ready to receive it.

But when Isabel overdoses in the aftermath of his recovery from the shooting and he begins to spiral, sitting back and doing nothing is no longer an option. She hasn’t known him long and doesn’t know him well, but she’s seen enough to know that who he is right now isn’t who he truly is beneath the surface. He’s self-destructing and he doesn’t seem to care if he takes her or anyone else down with him.

Lucy refuses to stand by and watch that happen.

So she puts her foot down, calling him out for his behavior both on and off the job. He’s predictably angry with her, but she sees the moment he relents, the fight draining out of him and the pain he’s trying to suppress beginning to shine through.

Officer Bradford is stubborn, she realizes, but not too stubborn to see reason.

She doesn’t expect him to apologize – and he doesn’t – and she’s even more surprised when he actually starts telling her about Isabel’s descent into addiction. It’s a glimpse into a side of him she’s only seen once before, the side that is very clearly in love with his wife despite the pain she’s caused. Lucy can scarcely begin to imagine what he’s been going through, and she doesn’t know if it will help – or if anything will – but she tosses him a line about Isabel’s apartment in hopes that it will provide him some small amount of comfort.

The almost smile and the “thanks” he throws her way lets her know she’s hit the mark.

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Your Father’s Hand-Me-Down Anger

Pairing: Keith/Lance Words: 1,683 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: One day Keith returned to his room in the castle, seething. He couldn't remember why he was mad. He just was. It was a build-up of things. A mountain of reasons that this mission had pulled onto. It collapsed, leaving Keith beneath the rubble. Normally, when he felt like this, he'd disappear. He'd start over and cut off everyone who knew him from before. He'd change, and he'd move. Today, he was a rat in a glue trap. ————————————————— Keith needs a certain someone to convince him he belongs, despite the anger he carries on from his father.

“canon compliant? more like canon defiant!”

— every AU writer ever (via ao3commentoftheday)

ONESHOTS

Hyung (0.8k, canon compliant, gen)

Ramblings of an Omega (1.4k, abo, teen and up)

Kiss Me Home (5k, canon compliant, explicit):

Peaches and Cream (9k, canon compliant, explicit):

Patience is a Virtue Best Served With Tuna and Gummies (3.6k, canon compliant, gen):

MASTER LIST

DRABBLES

Hyung (0.8k, canon compliant, gen)

Ramblings of an Omega (1.4k, abo, teen and up)

MASTER LIST

The crazy life of RPF writers for whom almost everything is AU otherwise we'd be writing about real life kpop idols the whole time

Dans la nuit

Je me suis remis aux fanfictions ! Enfin, une fanfic, super courte, sur un mini fandom. Mais ça me fait plaisir. En plus c’est le premier roman que j’ai réussi à lire en anglais (je ne dit pas que j’ai tout maitrisé, mais j’ai réussi à suivre l’essentiel), disponible gratuitement ici : Bang bang boom [New York], préquel de la très chouette BD Bang bang boom. Première fois aussi j’écris sur un couple qui est canoniquement en couple, et c’est très chouette.

Si ça vous tente, je mets le texte en intégral en dessous. NSFW, même si c’est des mentions de sexe plutôt que l’acte lui-même.

Afficher davantage

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Characters: Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, based on a movie scene, Christmas, The Burrow (Harry Potter), Patronus Charm (Harry Potter)
Summary: This Christmas at the Burrow, Harry confides his suspicions of Snape and Draco to Lupin, Mr. Weasley, and Tonks. Lupin, apparently agitated, tells Harry that he is blinded by hatred and leaves in a huff. Tonks goes to try and smooth things over…and spend some time with the man who has eluded her for months.

THIS HAS TO BE CANON MANNN😭‼️

I headcanon that Severus offers to do most night patrols of the castle because he suffers from insomnia. Hence why he's snappy during lessons. The man is EXHAUSTED.

Minerva: Severus, you've done most shifts this week. Surely you must need to sleep?

Severus: Sleep evades me but the students do not.

So

This scene:

What if it's a playlist tho?

Literally listen to this in a dark room and your eyes close and imagine the animatics for optimal experience!

Snow Day

The first snow in Hawkins in years, Steve and Eddie decide to make the best of it.

Word Count: 1316

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It was a cold January morning, Steve and Eddie were cuddled up together in Eddie's bed, a tangled mess of limbs and hair. If anyone walked in right now they wouldn't be able to discern where Steve ended and Eddie started. With no plans for the day, no kids to pick up, no campaigns to plan, no shifts at family video, they had decided to sleep in for once.

Eddie woke up first, stretching gently so as to not wake his sleeping boyfriend, peeling the others arms off of himself, before trotting to the bathroom. He took a quick piss and made his way back to the bedroom, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to rub the sleep from his eyes. He was about to lay back down, get comfortable again with his boyfriend, when something caught his eye outside. Hawkins hadn’t seen snow in a few years, the weather in the small town was all kinds of messed up since Eleven had closed all gates to the Upside Down. But when Eddie looked outside, the whole trailer park was covered in a soft white blanket. He saw a few of his neighbor kids already playing in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other and building snowmen. 

Before he could stop himself, Eddie had jumped onto the bed in an attempt to wake Steve. “Stevie, wake up! Stevie, it’s snowing! Let’s go build a snowman!” he was laughing as he was jumping around his boyfriend. Eddie knelt down on the bed and placed wet kiss after wet kiss on Steve's cheek, in a last attempt to get him to wake up. 

Steve woke up groaning, wiping his boyfriends saliva off his cheek, “What the fuck, Munson?” He slowly sat up, and looked at his boyfriend.

“Stevie, it’s snowing outside!” Steve rubbed his eyes and looked over towards the window, eyes lighting up as he saw the snow outside. 

Both men quickly jumped out of their bed, grabbing whatever clothes they could find and getting dressed with lightning speed. Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and dragged him to the door of the trailer. They grabbed their winter hats and coats, struggling to put on their boots at the same time and stumbling over each other while doing so. Eddie was through the door first, dragging Steve along by his hand. However it wasn't long before he let go and sprinted off into the snow, leaning down to grab a handful of snow and catapulting it into his boyfriend's face. Steve ducked out of the way quickly, the snowball grazing the top of his hat. He gathered up some snow and retaliated with a snowball that hit Eddie square in the chest. Eddie pouted and Steve quickly made his way over, planting a small peck on the pout. 

“Come on, let’s build a snowman! That’s why you woke me, isn’t it?” Steve knelt down and started gathering the snow into a ball, which he started rolling around to increase its size. “I’ll make the base, you can make the middle and then we can work on the head together!” 

Eddie nodded, “We can use sticks for the arms and some stones for the face! I don’t think we’re adult enough to keep a carrot in the fridge though.” He turned around and started forming the body of the snowman, making sure it was just a little smaller than the base Steve was forming. They rolled their snowballs until they were both satisfied with the sizes, carefully lifting the middle onto the base. They shared a short kiss before working on the head together. Eddie was tasked with rolling the snow into a head size, while Steve gathered up some sticks and stones to decorate. 

They placed the last snowball on top of the stack together and started adding the stones to its face. Steve took his time, carefully placing each stone on the face. He added eyes and eyebrows, a big smile and then used a small twig as the nose, humming christmas songs as he was working. Meanwhile Eddie looked around and picked out a few bigger sticks, matching them for size, before carefully adding them to the sides of the snowman as arms. 

When Steve was done with the face, he pulled off his hat and placed it on top of the snowman's head. 

Eddie watched his boyfriend, humming along to the Christmas songs. “Don’t make his face too cute or I might leave you for him.” He wrapped his arms around Steve, nuzzling his nose into the other man's neck. This earned him a chuckle from Steve, who leaned against him and sighed contently. 

“I missed snow, I kinda wish we always had snow here.” They stood entangled like this for a few more minutes, observing the artwork that was their snowman.

“We should name him Steddie, you know, like Steve and Eddie together. Because he’s like our son.” Steve nodded in agreement.

“Because we’re not taking care of enough kids already? Good thing we don’t have to feed this one too.” Steve was shivering a little bit, taking his hat off was definitely a mistake but it was too late to go back now. “Can we go back inside and have breakfast now? I’m getting hungry.”

Eddie took his hand and they made their way back into the trailer, shedding off their coats and settling down at the little kitchen table. They quickly agreed on pancakes and hot chocolate, to warm up after the freezing cold outside. Eddie took care of the pancakes, while Steve warmed up some milk to make hot chocolate. They cuddled up together on the couch to eat their breakfast, already making plans to head back out after they were done. They shared a few soft chocolate flavored kisses, before getting dressed for the cold again. They hopped into Steve’s BMW, and drove to Dustin’s house, evil grins on both of their faces. 

Steve parked the car in front of the Henderson’s driveway, making his way up to the door, while Eddie hid behind a bush and prepared a small stack of snowballs. The door opened quickly after Steve rang the doorbell, and he was greeted by Dustins smiling face. 

“Steve! My man! I was just about to call you! Wanna go sledding together?”

“Funnily enough, that's what I was here to ask you.” Steve grinned as he pointed to his car. “Eddie wasn’t feeling too well and kicked me out, so he wouldn’t get me sick too.”

They chatted for a few minutes about the snow and how nice it was to finally get snow again, about picking up the rest of the kids and having a snow day together. 

“Eddie, NOW!” Steve yelled and quickly ducked out of the way, signaling Eddie to peek out from his hiding place. He held two snowballs in his hands and catapulted them at the boy standing in the doorway, hitting him right in the face and chest. Eddie ducked back down behind the bush, before throwing more snowballs in the general direction of the Henderson House. Steve joined him behind the bush and together they were giggling as they kept attacking Dustin, who didn’t take long to jump off the porch and retaliate the throwing. 

A full blown snowball fight quickly broke out, which only got crazier when El, Mike and Will pulled up on their bikes in front of the house, followed by Max, Lucas and Erica, who had all been contacted by Dustin earlier about his sledding plans. 

An hour later they were all laughing together on the floor of Dustin's living room, mugs of hot chocolate in their hands, exchanging stories of past snow days and making plans for future ones. Steve and Eddie exchanged a few knowing glances, both knowing it probably couldn’t get any better than this. The warmth in their hearts replacing the cold from outside. 

WHAT WE'VE BEEN SAYINGGGG OMG!!! DAVID SHORE SUCKS SO MUCH 😭

I was fine with the Eden thing, because mommy Morgan is adorable. Except they made it all about her not needing a man and her being independent and then made her marry Park in like 3 episodes when they were not even together when she had eden. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SINGLE MOTHER PLOTLINE?? WHERE YOU PROVED SHE COULD BE HAPPY ON HER OWN AFTER SHE SAID SHE DIDNT WANT OR NEED ALEX??

David shore when i catch you

Thinking about enemies to lovers and I just can't get Breznick out of my goddamn head... I miss you breznick fandom 💔

A New Pair of Shoes...

Just a small ficlet I put together to get back into the swing of writing after being away from it from so long due to holiday rushes killing my motivation. After that back to me and CreepyMarsh's "Prison of Grief" fic! This is based on a handful of posts on here discussing Sumire getting Odile/The Black Swan from Swan Lake instead of Cendrillon. Namely in her true awakening and I loved the story of Swan Lake so I felt like it would fit her well (as much as I like Cendrillon in general)! So, this is my own take on the scenario and seeing if I fully like the idea! Verdict? Yes, yes I do (Sorry Cendrillon...)! But here it is under the cut! Also Sumire cutting her hair Mulan style makes my brain go brr!

Warning: Major P5R spoilers and a tw for blood!

“That’s strange… I don’t sense any Shadows.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why but… There aren’t any Shadows in the area.”

What? That is strange… Maybe Dr. Maruki didn’t sense us? No… That can’t be it… Why do I still feel strange though? I’m free right? I’m not Kasumi… Not…

“Aight, just a little more to go.”

Sumire looks up at Ryuji as they stop for a moment. Haru gives her a look of concern.

“Violet, are you holding up okay?”

She perks up and gives a confident look, “Yes!”

Am I…? Urgh, stop it Sumire!

That strange feeling she had been getting comes back again which immediately causes her expression to fall, catching everyone’s attention now, “Sorry, it’s just… I feel just a little off…”

All of a sudden, her outfit flickers back to her winter uniform, causing her to flinch in surprise, “My outfit!”

What?! No…

It’s Ren’s turn to feel concerned now, “You sure you’re okay?”

As if on cue, she’s back in her outfit again. She tries to go back to her confident demeanor, but it falters, “I let my guard down for a second, but I swear I’m fine!”

“Lies…”

What?!

She shakes her head, now looking guilty, “So sorry for making you all worry.”

“Are you?” Stop it!

“Looks like it’s not stable yet…”

She sees Ren looking to be in thought.

“Huh? N-No! I’m stable! I’m fine!”

“More deception? So much for learning dear…”

She winces at the harsh words as Akechi sighs, That’s fine and all, but don’t hold us back, either.”

She looks downward.

Hold back…

His stern tone becomes somewhat less harsh, “If you push yourself harder than you’re capable of handling, you’ll endanger everyone on your side, too.”

She gives a sad sigh.

He’s right… Why do I keep doing this to myself?

“Why indeed…”

Who are you? You sound like Cendrillon but–

“Enemies approaching!”

They all go on alert as Futaba continues, “They’re fast… I dunno what the heck they are, but we’d better move it.”

Sumire grits her teeth, a strange new feeling slowly coming to the surface as Morgana speaks, “Should we get back to it? If things start looking bad, we’ll retreat right away. Until then, we’ll back you up with everything we’ve got!”

They all nodded as they continued onward.

What is all this? My outfit… This voice that sounds familiar but also doesn’t… What’s wrong with me? What are all these feelings?

“What do you think? Do you hate him for casting that spell?”

No! He’s done bad things but… I don’t hate him.

“Then who do you really hate? Who are you afraid of? Who are you running from still?”

Running… Hate… Fear… Truth.

“You’re getting close little duck…”

Duck? What are you–

They ascend a flight of stairs when Futaba shouts, “Above us!”

They all dodge and scatter as Shadows fall from above before surrounding Sumire after she gets separated from them.

Oh no… Nononono!

She wildly looks around in fear as they close in on her with everyone looking on with panic in their expressions as Yusuke shouts, “Violet!”

No… Wait! I can do this! I can–

She dramatically pulls off her mask, “Cendrillon!”

Nothing happens, increasing her confusion and panic, “What?!”

What’s happening to me?! Where is she?! Someone… Please…

“You know why… She’s gone. Destroyed along with your illusion, it’s only me now…”

But… She was…

They start to get even closer as Makoto notices the issue, “Her Persona’s…”

“You were a sham… A fake… You weren’t being honest…”

A fake… Deception… One I made for myself… Lying to myself…

“Not on my watch!”

Ryuji and Makoto were about to run in to help her when she stops them, her voice sounding different, calm, “Please, stay back!”

Her stance shows the same emotion, “I appreciate it…”

She unsheathes her rapier, “...But allow me.”

They were all silent, stunned, and even Akechi is taken aback.

“There you are… Keep going little duck. How do you really feel? Are you done running?”

“...Yes.”

She remains unflinching as the Shadows continue to hone in, “I chose to stand on my own and fight.”

Weak…

“It’s time I stop being helpless!”

Lies… Coward… No more!

She grips the hilt tightly before raising her blade, “I hung my head low…”

No more living a fantasy!

“...And took your hand…”

Kasumi… I’m so sorry! I promise… For your dream…

“But I knew all along deep down…”

No…

“Yes?”

OUR dream!!

The blade hovers over her ponytail, “Pretending to be Kasumi was not the right way…”

“And who are you? Who shall you be? A shallow imitation of someone you cherished… Or who you really are?”

“The weak, insecure Sumire…”

As if everything is moving in slow motion, she slices her ponytail off. The ribbon unravels as her hair is now short and choppy, going down to at least the tip of her chin.

“...Dies today!!!”

Everyone looks on in awe with Haru giving a quiet, “Violet…”

Sumire pants until a pain suddenly surges through her head and her eyes turn yellow as she screams.

“At long last… You have finally understood yourself… My dear little duck…”

She powers through it to the best of her ability as she reaches for her mask, “You… You all were the only ones who stayed true to yourselves… Including you Kasumi…”

She grabs it with both hands as her screams increase in volume and starts to bleed.

“Now… Now it’s my turn… No more lies and illusions, no more running, I’m done with all of this…”

“Yes! Unleash your fury!”

It comes off, her skin feeling like it’s being torn off as she screams but then her expression turns into a fierce glare as she looks up with an outstretched hand while still bleeding.

“Come… My true self… ODILE!! If you don’t answer my call now… Then how else can I make our dream come true… How else will I be better without your aid? Answer me!”

She finds herself in a white void, the voice now much calmer and kinder.

“My, my… Such tenacity… Such passion… So you have finally decided to stop living an illusion... No longer a mere duckling but a strong, graceful swan…”

Sumire could have sworn she saw Cendrillon but then she dissolves into black feathers into a ballerina with black wings, pale white skin, and a feathery black tutu with a red ribbon tied around her waist. The Persona outstretches her hand.

“In that case, I shall gladly lend you my strength... I am thou, thou art I... “

Sumire’s eyes widen as she sees Kasumi in the Shujin uniform, smiling as she whispers, “Sumire…”

“A new pair of shoes in order, now step forward and be reborn!”

She takes her hand and gasps, blue flames surrounding her, which makes the others gasp as well as Ryuji tries to run in again, “Violet!”

Akechi stops him, “Don’t, look…”

Odile’s wings wrap around her until unfurling, revealing Sumire in a new outfit and her hair styled differently. She calmly does a fouetté before facing her new Persona. Her true Persona.

“Shall we dance now… My dear swan?"

Sumire faces the Shadows with a determined look, “Certainly!”

The others finally join her as they Shadows fully unmask and reveal themselves to be Loas. Sumire maintains her composure, eyes now filled with determined fury.

“That’s it… I’m done running from myself! From everything! I’ve been selfish… But that ends here! I’m Sumire Yoshizawa! I am me! No one else!”

Ryuji grins, “Yeah, you tell ‘em!”

Futaba joins in, “Go, Violet! Give ‘em hell!”

Sumire smirks, “Yes! I thank you Dr. Maruki… But I don’t need this illusion anymore!”

She gets into a fighting stance:

“Let us finally dance, Odile!!"

Trivia/facts:

Sumire doing a fouetté during this awakening is intended to be a reference to Odile's dance in the ballet having the ballerina playing her perform 32 fouettés in a row which is apparently considered to be one of the most difficult to perform in ballet.

I have debated between Odile or Odette but then I read a synopsis on the movie, "Black Swan" and it became a contributing factor in choosing Odile:

I can't help but feel like Sumi during that point wouldn't be the common definitions of innocent or fragile. Her innocence is long gone, what's next is her picking up the pieces. So, I guess that's why Odile vibed more (kinda helped by the fact that Odile's character is open to a lot of interpretation in the ballet since it's so vague so she could either be a full-on villain or even a victim being used by her father depending on who you ask).

Third tier would maybe be name after the ballerina mentioned in the first image (Pierina Legnani) if anything. Especially since Legnani apparently previously performed in Cinderella so it's a nice bit of irony.

Odile's Compendium Entry: "The daughter of the sorcerer Rothbart, she was transformed into a dark doppelganger of the Swan Princess Odette in order to trick Prince Siegfried into proclaiming his love for her instead so that the spell will never be broken."

Odile Sumire design edit is coming soon! Or at some point. It's a W.I.P.

I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

rhaenys burns the greens in the pit, goes to dragonstone to tell rhaenyra about the coup but says she’s already fixed everything. they all go back to king’s landing and the true queen is crowned. rhaenys is the queen’s hand. baby visenya is born a few weeks after the crowning. rhaenyra and daemon are living the pure domestic bliss with all their children. they all lived happily ever after. THE END! good night everyone!

They're kryptonian + liminal so of course they'd be stronger than a normal kryptonian. Nobody respects canon in fanfiction. That's the whole point of tags like canon compliant and canon divergent. It doesn't have to stick super close to the source matieral, especially when DC is a mixed bag of different canons anyway.

If you'd like it taken a different way with ocs then find that or write it yourself. Find your bliss. Crossovers are all about mashing two or more canons together into something fun and new, doesn't have to be true to everything canon.

Danny and Sam were enjoying a date out in Metropolis when it happened. Superman had been mind controlled again, and was taking hostages. Neither Danny or Sam were worried, and were amongst the only people not running for their lives. They just sat outside the cafe, sipping their coffee and eating their food. As the ground began to rumble, they simply picked their coffee cups and held them in their hands to not spill the coffee within.

“So then Tucker says, ‘not my pda!’” Danny finishes, laughing along with Sam.

“I swear, he loves that thing more than life!” Sam laughs.

That’s when they heard it. The sunlight outside got a shade darker, and Sam and Danny turned to see the outline of Superman hovering in front of them. They both glanced at him, then at each other.

With a loud sigh, Danny out down his coffee. “Can you move a little to the left, Superman? You’re blocking the sunlight.”

Without warning, Superman reached out and grabbed Sam, who was closer to him. Sam grunted out in surprise as she was lifted into the air by her neck. Danny looked unconcerned.

“Seriously?” Sam asked, gesturing at Superman. “You’re going to ruin my necklace.”

“I don’t think he’s worried about your necklace, babe.” Danny leaned against the table, watching the encounter.

“Well, he should be!” Sam exclaimed. “I paid good money for it!”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible. We can just buy you another one once he stops choking you.”

“It’s not really like he’s going to get anywhere.” Sam agreed.

Superman seemed to take offense to this. His grip on her neck tightened, and while Sam’s face did flush red, she wasn’t gasping for breath or having her neck snapped.

“You remember the other day when I said Black Canary could strangle me and I’d be happy about it?” Sam asked, her voice a little breathless.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, wondering where she as going with this.

“I like Superman choking me better. He would probably be better at it than a human.” Sam grinned at the Kryptonian.

“Shouldn’t he at least buy you dinner first?” He asked.

“You know, most boyfriends don’t talk so freely about their girlfriends being choked by other guys.” Sam pointed out.

“You’re right.” He agreed.

“But this is getting kinda weird. Superman, do you mind letting me go? This isn’t really working for me anymore.” Sam pointed to the ground.

A large crowd had started to gather around them. Some looked horrified, while others looked curious. Curious at Sam, who hadn’t died yet. Superman made no moves to remove his hand from her neck.

“Hey babe?” Sam asked.

“Yeah?” He took another sip of his coffee, completely calm.

“Can you record me beating up Superman so we can send it to your sister?”

“Why her?” He tilted his head.

“Little sister.” Sam clarified.

“Ohh. Yeah, sure, she’d love that.” He took a second and pulled his phone out—a latest WayneTech model. “Go for it.”

Sam wrapped her hand around Superman’s, and with an audible snap, broke his hand and pulled it off of her neck. Superman gasped in pain, but Sam wasn’t done yet. She proceeded to judo flip him and send him crashing to the Earth while she continued to hover in the air. She clapped her hands together and cracked her knuckles.

“This is going to be fun.” Sam grinned wickedly.

“You know, I could just touch his temple and cure him of the mind control.” He offered, but continued to record Sam.

“Don’t spoil my fun.” Sam flipped him off, then dove towards the ground. She kicked Superman in the nuts, then kneed him in the face hard enough to draw blood. She punched him a few more times until he fell unconscious.

Danny got up and stopped the recording. He walked over to his girlfriend and looked at the unconscious Superman. He bent over the man and pressed a finger to the man’s temple. Blue power briefly illuminated Superman’s skin, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“You’re going to cause trouble for us.” He chastised her.

“But you love it.” Sam took his hand. “Let’s go home.”

She flew into the air first, but Danny took another second to dig into his wallet, leaving a $20 bill on the table they were sitting at. He then flew into the air after Sam, chasing her all the way to Amity Park.

—————

Six months later, and Danny and Sam were on another outing in Gotham when they were interrupted by Batman. They pulled a chair up for him, and eventually the man took it. They ordered him a coffee and a bagel.

“So, what brings you here?” Danny asked casually.

“How did you defeat Superman?” Batman asked, straight to the point.

“Huh?” Sam asked. “When did we do that?”

“Six months ago.” Batman responded.

“Ohh, wait— remember the day we went to Metropolis?” He hummed.

“Oh. I already forgot about that. Superman’s not pressing charges, is he?” Sam asked. “I do have a good lawyer, he’s just an asshole to deal with.”

“No, he is not pressing charges.” Batman grunted.

“Then what’s this about?” He asked, tilting his head.

Without answering, Batman opened a box on his lap. At once, the kryptonite took effect of both Sam and Danny, making their skin turn green and to writhe in pain. Just as Danny was about to take the box from Batman by force, the man had closed the lid and tucked it away.

“I had my suspicions.” Batman said, as if that explained everything. “So how did two more Kryptonians land on Earth when the planet was destroyed thirty years ago?”

The Prince and The Toad

I wrote this to mess with a friend. It started out as a joke about crack shipping which escalated into this hell hole of a fic. This is not meant to be taken seriously in any way, shape, or form. I mainly made it to make my friends squirm and laugh about how horrible it is, so don’t read it if you plan on taking it seriously and etc. (You should also check tags for warnings!)

Summary:

Callum is a horny teenager who can’t keep it in his pants. Bait is a hungry frog who didn’t get any moonberries (thanks Rayla). What could go wrong?

Callum wasn’t sure how he found himself balls deep in his brother’s pet, but he did. Y'know what? That was a complete and utter lie. He knew exactly how he had gotten here, he just couldn't believe that he actually ended up… here. His one-eyed wonder worm buried inside a toad. A glowing toad that growled a lot and had sharp teeth, but a toad nonetheless.

He had been feeling a little off the past week or so, it hadn’t occurred to him why at first, but it became increasingly obvious that his willy was in need of a good wack. Normally he’d wait till all the others had fallen asleep and sneak off for some privacy, but Rayla was incredibly astute. He couldn’t roll over without rousing her, knives and all.

They hadn’t quite reached a town yet, not since dropping the dragon egg in the frozen lake, and while this cave was nice Callum couldn’t exactly rattle his snake while looking at his baby brother. He watched Rayla at the mouth of the cave, ever the lonesome-warrior stereotype. “Hey, Rayla, I’ve been thinking,” Callum fiddled with his hands nervously, flipping unthinkingly through his sketchbook.

She half turned, smiling good-naturedly as she quipped back, “Dinno, sounds pretty dang'rous tuh me.”

He flushed, knowing he had to push through this or he might never get a moment of relief. Hell, half of him yelling at Rayla earlier today had just been his pent up sexual frustration! There was definitely an apology in order, perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone? “I wanted to say sorry for yelling at you earlier,” he sighed, setting down his sketchbook. “And thank you, for being honest.”

Rayla offered a tired grin, “Yeah yeah, jus’ fergeh it,” she fiddled with her bracelet, looking like she had more she wanted to say, but nothing but distant wind filled the silence. “You haven’t had a good nights sleep since at least before… you met us, so I’ll stand guard tonight. You should warm up by the fire.”

There was a long moment where it looked like Rayla was going to argue, but eventually her shoulders sagged in exhaustion, “Thank you.” While it’s nice to know he’d finally get some quality time with his right hand, he felt bad for manipulating his new… friend? Assassin-friend? He promised himself he’d do something for her later, right now he needed to stay focused.

At night it was colder than he had expected, the chill of the air made his breath as clear as a fire’s smoke. Rayla had passed out near Ezran, both of them naturally and protectively leaning toward the egg. Callum would only be gone for ten minutes, they’d be fine without him, right? He couldn’t blow his chance for hand to gland combat. Without a second thought, Callum crept out of the cave, glancing around for somewhere nice to sit. He picked a spot not too fire off, but just far enough that no one should be able to hear him if he gets too carried away slapping the magic salami.

It took a while to get comfortable, it really was freezing out, and with how it was looking, Callum wouldn’t be getting off for a good long time. At this rate he might never ding his dong at all! Callum froze as he heard a rustling to his left, “R-rayla-! Ahahahaha, I’m sorry I-” it is not, in fact, Rayla, but the smallest member on their team.

Bait makes a strange sound- between a croak and a groan, and stares at Callum very judgmentally. “Are you fucking kidding, you could at least knock before walking in on me!” this one sounds more like a grumble, but Bait jumps closer, warily sniffing at things Callum wanted him nowhere near.

“Just go back to ca- aah- that’s not for you!” Callum caught a whimper in the back of his throat as Bait looked curiously at his (now) very hard quiver-bone. “Bait!” he tried to ignore the way his voice cracked needily, this definitely wasn’t happening. That was not toad slobber on his piss pump. No sooner had Callum wished it to never happen again, than Bait had licked the entire length of his thrill drill, seemingly enjoying himself.

This was about when it had occurred to him that they hadn’t shared any of their berries with Bait that night before bed, not after he’d stolen the last of Rayla’s moonberry juice. It had seemed fair at the time, but it had left the glow toad very hungry. Callum shivered at the thought. He really should just take him back to camp- he couldn’t imagine doing anything in front of him, but… if he took Bait back to camp now there’d be no time for him to slam his clam.

A rather sick thought curled up and made itself at home in the back of his head. Its presence was heavy and hot, coiling around his brain like his fingers on his sin stick. Why go jerkin’ his gherkin’ all alone when he could have Bait play his flesh flute? It wasn’t like any of them could speak to animals so Bait wouldn’t be able to divulge their secret and Bait might fill up on Callum’s daddy butter, that way he wouldn’t be hungry anymore! It was mutually beneficial, even if it was more than a little gross, it’d be easier to unload his yogurt truck with a helping hand- or, er, tongue?

“H-heeey, buddy, pal, lighty-lighty frog boy,” Bait scowled at him, turning in circles and flattening the ground beneath him so he could lay down. “You’re understandably hangry at me, I get that, buuut,” he waits for the glow toad to look up at him, and only continues once he’s sure he has his full attention. “I’ll let you suck the juice from my beanstalk, it's verynutritious- like moonberry juice!” At the mere mention of moonberries Bait was drooling. “If you polish my sword I’ll make it worth your time, I promise,” Callum offers his hand to the sun-powered amphibian, who places his own foot in it grudgingly, he can almost imagine Bait grumbling about Callum giving him lots of jelly tarts.

Unsurprisingly, this was the first time Callum had ever had someone swallow his Dr. Feelgood- or in this case something. Nothing at all like he expected, but that might just be the whole ‘bestiality’ concept. Sure, Bait put his mouth all over, well, everything, and it was likely disgusting and smelly and overall a place you wouldn’t want to put the family jewels. But damn did it feel good.

Bait, being a glow toad, was of the sun arcanum, and holy fuck was his mouth hot (in more ways than one). He easily felt himself falling into a quick rhythm, pulling Bait off his joystick before quickly yanking him back down. It was hard not to move, a little niggle in the back of his mind reminded him that he didn’t want to get caught, especially not like this, but the bare ground on his ass was frigid and uninviting. Bait, for his part, was strangely well practiced at sucking Callum’s cum gun. His tongue was long and thick, not to mention he kept from biting off Callum’s love muscle (despite Callum’s roughness). It wasn’t long before- with his back against the ground, hips raised (if only to keep from freezing his butt off), he found himself cumming into the hangry lumpa-grump.

There was no way he was getting up. Sure, the ground was cold, his third leg was hanging out, and there was a toad licking its lips sitting on his chest. But Callum would be damned if this wasn’t the comfiest he’d been in forever. That is, until he heard Rayla. “Callum? Callum, where’d ye go?”

Without a moment’s hesitation he’d scooped Bait up in one hand and yanked his pants back up with the other, “Just a- gimmie a minute! Had to- was just- bathroom! Pee, I had to pee, yep, and Bait was being my… look out.”

“ ‘at’s fine, I’ll take over as look out fer now.” Rayla seemed too tired to question him or his disheveled appearance. Callum nodded, placing Bait on the ground, “Right, good, great, I’ll be sleeping then, in the cave. Asleep. Goodnight!”

Maybe, if he played his cards right, Callum wouldn’t have to be pent up on this adventure at all. Bait seemed to pulse softly as if in odd agreement.

Day 1: Kate being Kate (Menace)

Anthony Bridgerton was not hiding. He was the Lord of Aubrey Hall and if he so happened to choose to spend his afternoon seated in his office rather than greeting the arriving guests, that was his prerogative. And he really did have work to get done, which was probably why his mother had only put up token protests at his planned absence.

Of course, he was not actually working, but he was not hiding, either, and that seemed the most important point. It honestly wouldn't have mattered if he'd tried. Where could a man hide from his own dreams? There was no escaping his unconscious-- no settling his mind or body because Kate Sheffield was…

Walking in the gardens right outside his window. Of course she was; an apparition made real before his very eyes.

Kate was facing away from him, walking-- marching, really-- toward his mother's flower garden like it was her job. She never glided or moved at a sedate pace like other women of his acquaintance. Kate strode with purpose. Even without her signature dark, thick curly hair and the soft curve of her waist meeting her bottom (the memory of squeezing said bottom being a favorite to torture himself with), Anthony knew he would have recognized her from her gait alone. 

Did he know Edwina's walk? 

The thought came unbidden to his mind and Anthony frowned momentarily. He had walked with her on several occasions and yet he could not say for certain how she moved. Gracefully, he supposed, as the incomparable must. Probably at a benignly moderate pace befitting a genteel woman of her height. Which was about a half of a head shorter than Kate.

Like clockwork his mind was back on Kate again. He couldn't even see her any longer, she'd made it into the no garden near the tulips. Kate was very fond of tulip style sleeves; he wondered absently if she was also partial to the flowers.

Another unbidden thought came into his mind (did Edwina have a preferred style of sleeve?) but he squashed it ruthlessly. That way led to madness. There would be time aplenty to learn all the intricacies and minutiae of his future bride once they were married.

Anthony stood, suddenly restless. It was no good being cooped up indoors when the weather was so fine. A walk through the gardens would be just the thing. And if he happened to run into Kate, the more the better as it would provide him another opportunity to press his suit. 

His mind flashed to the memory of Kate pressed against him and he shook his head emphatically in an attempt to clear it from his mind. Anthony was pursuing Edwina Sheffield not her stubborn, belligerent, appealing menace of an older sister. (The irony that he had decided to quite literally pursue Kate out of doors was not lost on him.)

Still, it was with supreme confidence that Anthony exited Aubrey Hall and stepped into the sunshine-- the kind of confidence peers of the realm always seemed to be in possession of. He would conquer whatever hold Kate Sheffield had over him and marry her perfectly nice, perfectly bland sister simply because that was what he had decided to do.

He just had to find her first...

Day 5: Kate and her 3 parents (Watercolors)

[TW: dying parent (canonical) and the grief that causes]

Kate did not paint portraits. Watercolors were a notoriously tricky medium and getting a person's likeness was no easy task. She'd really only tried once.

Her father had been ill for several months. He wasn't confined to bed (that would come later) but his movements were no longer smooth and graceful. He would get winded easily and often spent much of the day reclined.

It was hard to see him like that. Miles Sheffield had been strong-- vibrant and active and full of energy. The illness had taken that from him.

But it hadn't taken his smile. It was obvious to Kate that her father was in a great deal of pain but his eyes still twinkled and his laughter was filled with mirth as he teased his wife and daughters.

The doctors had warned that he would only get worse and Kate wanted nothing more than to capture that smile before it was gone. Only she couldn't seem to get the likeness right. It was lifeless and muddled and the colors blurred before her eyes.

"Kate." Mary's voice cut through her gaze and she looked up from her easel in confusion. "Oh Kate, what is the matter?"

Dimly, she realized the room was still blurry, that she was crying. "I--" The words caught in her throat. "I am trying--" she choked, "not to forget."

Mary embraced her. "Oh Kate, you will remember him. I promise you will."

"But I have already lost--" Kate cut herself off, eyes wide with horror. The words my mother hung unspoken between them.

Mary only held her closer, hands rubbing soothing circles around her back. "I know, sweetheart. I know."

Storms aside, Kate did not cry. Not when she fell and skinned her knees, not when being punished for misbehaving, not when their beloved corgi Kepler passed. Just this once, she indulged herself.

After a spell, her gasping breaths calmed to sniffles. Kate pulled away from Mary and wiped her eyes. "Sorry, I just… I cannot let him fade away too." Her aching heart couldn't take it.

Mary took her hand and squeezed. "Never apologize for loving someone, Kate. It's a beautiful gift."

Her throat felt dry and Kate had the distinct feeling that, if she let herself, she might crumble. So she straightened her spine and pulled her hand back. "Thank you, Mary." She truly meant it but the words didn't sound right.

"Of course, darling," Mary replied, voice tinged with lingering sadness. "What will you do with the painting?"

Kate pulled it from the easel-- ironically dry because Kate's face was wet-- and folded it. Rather than answer, she said, "I believe I shall return to landscapes for the time being."

Recognizing the obvious subject change, Mary nodded. "Somerset is lovely this time of year."

"It is," she agreed, unable to keep the obvious relief from her face.

They spoke for a few more minutes about nothing of import until Kate excused herself. She went to her room and placed the still folded failed portrait on her dressing table. Part of her wanted to destroy it (she'd captured her father so poorly) but something inside her chest squeezed in protest at the thought.

She placed the folded paper into her trunk instead. It felt right, sat next to her other special keepsakes. She ran a hand over it one final time. Perhaps someday she might even be glad she'd painted it.

Day 7: Kate and her future (Nothing but sweetness and light)

Kate was not an early riser by nature but every once in a while her eyes would pop open after the first light of morning when everything was quiet and fresh and new. When the future felt endlessly full of possibilities. When she could have or be or want and no one would know. The stillness held all her secrets.

Sometimes she would think of Edwina, of her prospects and future, both so bright. Before they'd come to London there were no specifics but as suitors made themselves known, Kate would imagine living her spinster years on their generosity, helping Edwina with her children.

It never felt quite right. None of these men were for Edwina, she was certain (especially not Lord Bridgerton). Her sister would make a wonderful match, a love match if possible. Kate would make sure of it.

More often on these quiet mornings, Kate would imagine her own future life. Not the one she was confident would come to pass (her spinsterhood and continued poverty) but the one she could scarcely allow herself to hope for. A future where she had a family of her very own.

There was always a husband but he was a faceless, nebulous sort of creature that surely existed but had very little impact. It was the children she felt fill her heart. Perhaps a boy with her sharp features but lighter hair and eyes or a girl with her wild curls and chubby cheeks.

She sometimes rested a hand on her flat stomach and thought about all the ways they would change her. Mary's confinement had been fascinating to Kate, watching as her belly grew and grew until one day a squalling Edwina emerged as if by magic.

It was magic, Kate decided, and one of the few powers men did not hold. Only women could bring life into the world.

Eventually, she would sigh and put her fantasies away. It might be a woman's power to create life but it was one Kate knew she would never hold. She would not be a mother no matter how she wished for it because that faceless, nebulous husband did not exist, not for her. (And if there was a face that had begun to appear in her mind's eye, well, no one needed to know but her.)

The bright light of day held no space for impossible dreams. Kate saw the future with clarity-- in a few months, she would return to Somerset with Mary after ensuring Edwina made an exceptional match. She would be the best aunt her sister's children could hope for and it would be enough. Her family, small and full of so much love, was enough.

Day 7: Aubrey Hall

Seeing Aubrey Hall brings into sharp relief what a lady author meant in her descriptions of another great estate.