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Fatson Todd emergency
Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader
a/n: Tiny bit of angst and lots of fluff. Your Fatson Todd is now actually like Jason.
You didnโt mean to kill the toy.
You were only loving him too hard, dragging the poor plush from room to room like he was an emotional support basketball, squeezing him whenever you passed the couch, hugging him while brushing your teeth, tucking him under your arm while you cooked, holding him by his tiny stump of an arm as you walked around the apartment humming.
Fat Hood, or as you named it because you knew his identity - Fatson Todd, was durable. Surprisingly durable.
But you wereโฆenthusiastic.
And plush seams, unfortunately, had limits.
It happened in the afternoon.
You scooped him up from the bed, squeezed him happily once, twice, three times, grabbed him by the head and...
Rrrrip.
You froze.
Fatson Toddโs round head flopped backwards like a tragic bobble, held on by barely a thread.
You didnโt scream. Not exactly. It was more like a soft, strangled gasp of betrayal. The kind someone might make after witnessing a beloved childhood pet take mortal damage in front of them.
โOh no,โ you whispered. โNo, no, no...baby, stay with me...donโt...donโt go into the light...โ
The head fell off completely.
You let out a sound Jason would describe as the most heartbreaking thing he had ever heard in his entire godforsaken life.
Jason had just stepped out of the shower. Towel around his shoulders. Hair dripping. He heard you cry and nearly slipped on the tile.
He sprinted into the bedroom, half-dressed and half-panicked.
โWhat happened?!โ he demanded, scanning for blood, danger, intruders, anything.
Instead he found you on the bed, clutching Fatson Toddโs spherical body with one arm, holding the detached round head with the other, tears rolling down your cheeks like you were reenacting the final scene of a tragic opera.
โJason,โ you hiccupped. โHe...he DIED.โ
Jason blinked. Looked at the plush parts. Blinked again.
โโฆthe toy died,โ he clarified softly.
You sobbed harder.
Jason panicked harder.
โOh god...okay, hey, hey, come here...โm right here...babe...hey...โ He stumbled forward, sitting on the bed and pulling you gently into his chest. โItโs okay. We can fix him. Weโll fix him. Iโll buy you ten more if I have to.โ
โYou canโt!โ you wailed. โTheyโre sold out, international shipping is CLOSED, people online are saying it might take months. MONTHS, JASON...โ
He swallowed.
Ah. So this was Serious.
He held you a little tighter. โSweetheart, justโฆjust breathe, okay? Weโll figure this out.โ
You sniffled miserably into his shirt. He rubbed your back, mind racing.
He had been shot, stabbed, killed, resurrected, tortured, starved, brainwashed, and traumatized by Gothamโs entire rogues gallery.
But nothing, nothing had prepared him for his girlfriend crying over a beheaded plush version of himself.
โOkay,โ he murmured, gentle. โGive him to me.โ
You hesitated but handed Fatson Toddโs limp plush head over like you were entrusting him with a child.
Jason examined it carefully. โโฆseam tore clean.โ He frowned. Then, very quietly...
โIโฆkind of remember sewing.โ
Your tear-filled eyes snapped up to him. โYou do?โ
โYeah,โ he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. โBruce made me learn. Said I needed practical skills. Fixed my own jackets. Uh. I made a pillow once.โ
You stared at him like heโd revealed he secretly had superpowers.
He cleared his throat and pulled out his phone. โLet me...uh...brush up.โ
He typed: how to sew plush toy head back on Then grimaced and added: emergency plush surgery Then: best stitch for reattaching stuffed animal head??
You watched him through blurry eyes as he hunched over the screen, scrolling through YouTube tutorials with the intensity of someone reviewing bomb-disarming instructions.
He practiced for ten minutes on an old sock to get his hands steady again.
Then he breathed in deeply.
โOkay,โ he said. โTime to bring the little dude back.โ
He worked at the dining table, tongue poking slightly out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, a habit he absolutely would deny later.
Needle. Thread. Steady fingers. Slow stitches.
You sat nearby, clutching a tissue and watching with reverence as Jason Todd, Red Hood, crime lord nightmare, urban legend menace - performed plush head reattachment surgery like it was a sacred duty.
He muttered to himself the entire time.
โโฆall right, you little ballโฆstay stillโฆโ โโฆcanโt believe Iโm doing thisโฆโ โโฆshe loves you more than me, doesnโt sheโฆโ โโฆdonโt look at me with those big eyes, dude, Iโm trying my bestโฆโ
Finally, after what felt like eternity, Jason sat back.
And lifted Fatson Todd - whole again.
The seam wasnโt perfect, but it was sturdy, tight, secure. A tiny Frankenstein scar around the neck.
He looked proud. A little shy.
He brought it to you and held it out with both hands.
โLook,โ he said quietly. โHe got resurrected. Like me.โ
Your heart shattered in a completely different way.
Jason forced a small smile. โNow heโs more likeโฆactually me.โ
That did it.
You burst into tears again but the happy kind this time, as you launched yourself at him, arms around his neck, kissing his face, thanking him over and over while Fatson Todd squished between your chests.
Jason caught you, laughing quietly into your shoulder.
โHey,โ he murmured. โCareful. Youโll rip his head off again.โ
You clutched the plush, and him, tighter.
โI love him even more now,โ you whispered fiercely.
Jason kissed your temple.
โโฆyeah,โ he said softly. โMe too.โ
Fatson Todd squeaked between you, officially reborn.
Red Hood approved.
a/n: Credit for fanart to @ socksfersale and @ bi-all-known-laws-of-aviation
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Okay, I know Neglected! Daughter looking like Martha Wayne is an overused headcanon that we all love, and i personally never get tired of it bc it offers so much angst/drama potential (bruce having trauma response when seeing her, society treating her one way or another for resembling her grandmother, etc). I just love it. i'm a basic bitch
And thinking about it, it reminded me..Martha Wayne was Martha Kane first, and you know who was her older brother?
Jacob Kane. Kate Kane aka Batwoman's father. One of the few people who knows Bruce is Batman.
There's not much known about his relationship with Martha, because she's supposed to be a stepping stone along with Thomas for Batman's story. She's a ghost, haunting the narrative with her husband, but little is known about them as people. Obviously, Bruce sees them as wonderful, because he was a child when they died and they'll be forever idealised in his mind.
But how did everyone else reacted to the couple's death? We know Bruce, we know Alfred, we know the whole city gave them the Lady Di treatment, we even know a bit of Philip Kane, Martha's other brother, who was clearly sad but that's it.
What about Jacob, tho? And it made me think. We know all about Martha Wayne, but what of Martha Kane and those close to her?
Imagine being Jacob Kane, born in a prestigious family from Gotham and growing up there along with your siblings, Martha being the only girl. You love her, you protect her, you teach her how to be strong just like you'll teach your daughter a bunch of years later. Maybe you and your brothers have to be stern sometimes because Martha is a wild little thing that doesn't listen to rules and defies high society with her carefree attitude and idealist views of Gotham.
Imagine being Jacob Kane and seeing Gotham for what it is, a cursed hellish city, but your sister loves it and strives to make it better, and eventually meets a guy who shares her beliefs. You watch her grow up, fall in love and get married with the richest man in Gotham. It pushes your own family's status up, so it's happy news.
Imagine being Jacob Kane and meeting your nephew, holding him in your arms and noticing he has Martha's eyes, reminding you of the first time you held her like this too. They name him Bruce Thomas Wayne, and even thought you wish he looked more like Martha instead of taking after Thomas so much, you congratulate them. Despite being busy in the army, you send them gifts for the boy's birthday and check on them every here now and then.
Imagine being Jacob Kane when you receive news that your sister was murdered. Shot to death by a man who wanted to steal their money. In front of her son, no less.
By the time you arrive is too late. You only get to see her body in the coffin, and you watch her get buried with a mass of people watching her too. You barely process your nephew is there, an orphan now, and muster just enough energy to say you're sorry for him.
He's not there for Bruce. He can't. He won't. He tells himself the butler will take care of him and do everything and anything to ignore the pain. To come to terms with the loss, and the gawning grief. He focuses on his job more than ever, trying to drown these feelings.
He grows to hate Gotham, resent the wretched city for killing his sister. For doing that to someone who spent her life loving Gotham and fighting for it. There's an underlining sense of guilt and shame too, part of him thinking he could've done more. He should've been there and protect her, like a brother is supposed to.
Many years pass. He has his own family, his priorities, and his relationship with Bruce is cordial but not close enough to be considered family. He's not going to try and change it now, it's been too long. He finds out he's Batman and why he chose it, and seeing his eyes (so much like Martha's) shine with that unshakeable will and loyalty to Gotham, makes something in his heart clench a bit.
He decides he has moved on, that his sister is probably resting in peace watching over her boy, now a man, who's going to keep defending the city and try to improve it, just like she and Thomas wanted to.
He also hears of his sons, the boys he takes under his wing and calls his own in public. He doesn't pay too much attention, only seeing them briefly from afar in the few times he and Bruce cross paths.
He hears about his biological kids too, a girl born from a scandalous affair, and a boy dropped at his door that's widely regarded as the blood son of Wayne and his heir.
Imagine being Jacob Kane again, casually going over the news...and suddenly being hit in the chest with a picture of your sister walking down the streets with friends, smiling without a care in the world.
Except she's much younger than last time you saw her, and she's not really your sister. She's Bruce's daughter, who's turning eighteen in a few weeks and the media is itching to finally be legally accepted to invade her privacy.
His heart is beating so fast it threatens to shatter his ribs and choke him. His breath itches as he looks closer, making sure his eyes aren't deceiving him. That the photo isn't manipulated.
And when he sees her in person, he's shaken to the core. He doesn't just resemble Martha. She's identical. A breathing image of his dead sister standing before him, looking exactly like when she was a teenager. Same face, same mannerisms, even the same damn voice. It's haunting. It's terrifying. It's beautiful. He doesn't understand why isn't more people noticing it. Why doesn't Bruce see it.
For a moment, he can almost believe Martha is still there. He's taken back to when they were younger and things were simple, and his sister had her whole life ahead of her while he watched her with a fond, exasperated smile.
He's not happy at all to know this girl is neglected and left in the dark by her own family, those supposed to be there for her (if he had been there more for Martha, maybe she would've lived). He's annoyed by Bruce's excuse of "keeping her safe" (like Thomas kept Martha safe?). He can see the girl's potential, beyond her ghostly resemblance, and can't stand seeing her wasting away in the shadows, lonely and vulnerable at the dangerous claws of Gotham.
Jacob Kane takes one more look at his sister's granddaughter, who moves and smiles like the woman used to, and is resolved to not let history repeat itself. He decides this girl is going to live, no matter what, and he'll make sure of it.
And hopefully, he'll get to see how Martha would've looked like if she got the chance.
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You pick the only quiet room Tim swore would be empty. โJust grab a door and sleep,โ heโd said, distracted, tux tie half-done and one AirPod in. โEvery guest room is full for the Foundation gala. Jasonโsโฆ out. So maybe try his. Iโm not being kept up by your loud ass snoring.โ
So you choose the room that smells like leather and clean steel, a shade too dark for the manorโs usual old-money polish. The bed is big and blunt, no canopy, no frills, just heavy charcoal sheets and a headboard your spine can lean against. You shut the door, peel off your jeans, and climb in wearing only an oversized shirt and the tiny panties you pretend you didnโt choose on purpose. The house hums far away with the kind of silence that feels curated. Even the grandfather clock downstairs seems to hold its breath.
You stretch over cool sheets, one knee bent, toes dragging idly at the seam of the fitted corner. The shirt rides up on your hips. You donโt pull it down. No oneโs here.
The doorknob turns.
You freeze. The hinges whisper. A gust of hall air glides over your thighs, old wood, polish, and the sharp, metallic ghost of gun oil. Heavy footfalls, unhurried. You know the cadence before you see him; youโve heard it in hallways, on rooftops, in your bones when you were pretending you didnโt wait for it.
Jason fills the doorway like a problem. Leather jacket unzipped, gray tee damp at the collar, hair a little smashed from a helmet. Thereโs a faded shadow where a mask once hugged skin, a paler strip at the cheekbones. He blinks once, slow, eyes adjusting from night to lamplight. Then they drop over your bare legs, the hem at your hips, the prints your body has already made in his sheets.
His mouth crooks. โWell, thatโs new.โ
Heat slaps your face. โTim told me to pick a room.โ Your voice comes out a little too fast, a little too high. You clear your throat, push yourself upright on your elbows so that the shirt falls even higher. Not helpful. โThe guest wing is full. I figured you werenโtโ,โ
โHome?โ The word is a lazy knife in his mouth. He steps in, kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot. The lock doesnโt turn, but the click of wood meeting wood is final. โYeah, thatโs everyoneโs favorite assumption about me.โ
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WHY THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT TO HIM IM CRYING
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I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.
Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.
They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.
The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homelandโit is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!
Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.
Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white manโwhich part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.
This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.
The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.
This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.
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yandere anti-cupid ร (fem) cupid reader.
Synopsis: you bring couples together and he breaks them apart. A rivalry ensues between the two of you. And while Vexian seems hellbent on destroying everything you've built, we often forget how close hate is to love...or perhaps obsession is a better term.
Contains: yandere thoughts/behaviour, mentions of side character death, blood.
Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ANGELSSSS โก Sorry this came out after valentine's day! I was so busy but here it is. (Wrote this to make myself feel less single) but anyway enjoy!
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Strange dreams had been plaguing your mind. And not just any dreams, ones of him.
Vexian, an anti-cupid โ whose favourite indulgence was picking apart people's relationships, watching them crumble under the pressure. A heart made of stone, and a head even harder.
Then there's you, a cupid. The embodiment of everything pure and happy, the very person who fosters love. Too sweet, too gullible.
A match made in heaven, right?
You would dream of lips caressing your skin like silk, whispers of sweet promises fanning over your ear. It felt all too real each time you shot up, covered in cold sweat.
But, this couldn't possibly be true. How could it when he glared at you like you were dirt on his shoe?
A being born from evil could not be capable of such tenderness.
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A lazy yet smug smile adorned Vexian's lips as he watched the couple quarel. It was music to his ears, humans unknowingly dancing to his tune like puppeteers.
He doesn't remember the last time there wasn't a hole gaping through his black soul. It was a bottomless pit of hunger. It was only satiated when he fed on heartbreak and grief, and even then it would crave more.
Whether he liked it or not, he had grown addicted to his guilty (or not so guilty) pleasure of having power.
One obstacle stood in the way of getting what he wanted: You. A pretty winged thing who scurried around with a cute arrow and bow, desperate to give everyone a taste of romance.
Too selfless for your own good.
"You're wasting your time, y'know." Vexian drawled, towering over you. The air surrounding the two of you was distorted and sizzling; it pulled you in yet made you uneasy.
"How am I wasting my time exactly?" Your brows furrowed, a pretty pout on your lips that was adorably frustrating.
He could crush you under his foot like a bug, but he doesn't want to. The game is much more fun that way. The silver cracks that ran through his otherwise perfect skin practically glowed. "It's funny, trying to fix things that were bound to break eventually." A finger reached out to twirl a strand of your bouncy hair around it, his thumb rubbing it.
He continued, "Emotions make you weak. They cloud your judgement and do nothing but disrupt the so-called peace you strive for."
Holding your chin high, you attempted a glare that could only do so much to rival the crazed intensity in his. "It makes people happy, though."
"That could only do so much in the long run," his eyes crinkled. "And I can't wait to watch you realise that."
As quickly as he appeared, he vanished.
Back then, you didn't realise that there was something lurking in his eyes while he looked at you.
Perhaps it came from his desire to prove you wrong.
Vexian did everything he could to watch everything you built fall so graciously to the ground. He meddled into all of your relationship, hoping for a disheartened expression. The only thing on your face was a small smile as you continued aiming your arrows at each and every person.
Something fluttered inside of him. You were so fascinating, even more than the night sky he liked to stare at.
He recalled those evenings where he'd come to your place to discourage you, only to find himself in a trance..
The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing you in an ethereal glow. Your lashes cast shadows on your cheekbones as you slept.
And Vexian couldn't bring himself to hurt you.
Other evenings he'd watch over you while you were out match-making, just to quell the storm inside of him.
Perhaps it grew more wild as he left things on your windowsill.
The anti-cupid finally found something new he could study. How could your spells counter his own? What did you have that he didn't?
A new kind of beast awoke inside him. If love was so powerful, then shouldn't he get to experience it firsthand? That sounded only fair.
Yet, he didn't want any kind of love.
No, he wanted yours.
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Disappointment washed over you, replacing any initial excitement. Why didn't your arrows work? Why did it turn love into something unrecognisable, monstrous?
All the couples you worked so hard on matching ended up hurting each other. Jealousy would rear its ugly head into their lives, and so would obsession right after.
No, no, you could not fail. This was your one purpose, your true reason for living. If you couldn't fulfill your job, what would you do? Where would you go? What if-
"Hey, hey, relax."
That velvety, haunting voice sounded so deceptively sweet, prompting you to look up into his eyes. For a moment, you were almost fooled...until his hand on your shoulder snapped you out of it.
You wrenched out of his grasp, jabbing a finger into his solid chest. "What did you do?"
He hummed, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, baby." The pure amusement in his voice practically gave it away.
"You did something to my arrows, I-I don't know what it is but you're ruining love." Your voice sounded strained with distress. It could only make him croon. You always gave and gave and gave to those pests, but never got anything in return. He plans to fix that.
Tweaking your arrows was rather easy. A little dark magic here and there then it all fell into place, like a perfect puzzle piece.
Feigning sadness, he sighed dramatically. "And here I thought you'd like what I prepared for you. I just altered it a teeny bit to perfection. After all, shouldn't the feeling of it consume you?"
You flail your arms in wild gestures, "no, it shouldn't."
"Oh?" Then why did he feel that way when he looked at you?
Before he could utter another remark, his gaze drifted over to where you had been staring before he arrived.
A measly man. Was he another one of your projects? Yes, that must be it. It's probably-
You turned to follow his gaze and you stared at the human...
...with hearts in your eyes.
His body froze up. The world around him spinned and the air thickened around him, crackling. He couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything else except you.
How dare you love another? Go against your morals? Lovers didn't betray each other, you knew that.
Fists clenching, he recoiled from your form but you didn't seem to notice, too entranced by the pathetic man. The gears started to turn in his head, jaw clenched.
No one should have your love. You should've noticed him, whose love burned brighter than the stars. But no matter, he will have your love. Vexian will be back soon enough.
After all, Valentine's day was approaching, right?
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14th of February.
Romance, love letters, sappy confessions, dates, all of it was on this fateful day.
You had a skip in your step, wings fluttering behind you as felt giddy about your favourite holiday. You got ready โ adding a pretty gloss to your lips and a clip to your curls. You wore a short, white sundress for the occasion.
Things were going to be a bit different this year.
It was time you finally rewarded yourself on Valentine's โ maybe a cupid could have a chance at love too?
Fluttering around your house, you looked for your bow and arrows. Could have sworn you put them on the vanity-!
They sat proudly, carefully, on the small kitchen table. There wasn't any time to ponder as you reached for them.
A large hand enclosed around yours.
Your breath hitched as the other arm wrapped around your other side, trapping you against the table.
Warm breath fanned over the nape of your neck, "Happy Valentine's day, my love." Vexian pressed a kiss to your temple, making your chest tighten. What is he doing?
The lack of response on your behalf only encouraged him to continue, "thought I'd bring you a gift. What kind of lover would I be if I didn't, hm?" You had half the mind to call him out, if it weren't for the supposed present being thrusted into your hands.
A white rose, dripping in crimson.
Your ears rang as the thorns prickled your skin, sending golden blood running down your hands. "What- I-I-"
Vexian hushed, smoothing down your hair, "Shh, baby. I got rid of that pest for us, aren't you happy?" The flower dropped to the ground. Pest, did he mean-
No, no, no. Not him. Please. Your quiet sobs wouldn't come close to the turmoil twisting your very organs around.
"Don't cry, Y/N." He cooed lovingly, cupping your chubby cheeks and squishing them together as tears ran down in streaks. This was a nightmare. A terrible one.
You managed to sputter, sobbing, "what have you done?"
His chuckle sounded more like a rumble in his chest, dark wings mocking your tiny ones that he's come to love so much. "What have I done? I made sure no one stood between us anymore." That only made you spiral deeper and deeper, drowning in your tears.
Sigh. "Baby, I understand your hesitation. You fear what you don't understand, right? I do not love like you do. I love like the moon loves the tidesโpulling, controlling, devouring.โ a soft smile has the audacity to grace his lips, "but the way I see it, you wouldn't need to worry about my loyalty. The devotion I have is eternal, unlike that human."
"He didn't do anything to you!" You bawled hysterically, both because of your demise and the man's. Your shaky hands reached up to grab his, trying to pull them off of you.
"Oh, but he did. He took your attention away, and that alone is unacceptable." He peered into your frightened eyes at such a close proximity, "but enough about him, I want to show my real gift."
Raising his hand, Vexian snapped his fingers. And the world around you spun before collapsing.
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You could finally look around, but this was not your home.
The luxuries surrounding you were hard to ignore โ walls made out of marble stones and intricate carvings, jewels and expensive trinkets littered the room and a heavenly view was cast outside. This location was too peaceful, too relaxing, too perfect.
Realisation dawned on you that this was no ordinary place, but a palace. You almost forgot about Vexian if it wasn't for his warm hands placing themselves on your waist.
"Do you like it here?"
A sniffle escaped you as your gaze flickered up to him, "W-where are we?"
He spread his arms wide open, a cheek grin making its way onto his features. "Home."
"H-home?!" You repeated a moment after.
"Home," he confirmed. "I made this world for you, for us. Time is a bit different here, but other than that, everything you desire shall be at your feet."
Your body flinches at the impact of his words. This guy expected you to go running into his arms, didn't he?
You whisper softly, "No, I won't stay. What about my life back there?"
"You're still thinking about those pesky humans? Your only purpose right now is to accept my love," he stepped forward, pushing you down on the golden, silk sheets of the king-sized behind, hair spreading out beneath you like a halo.
Struggling under his grasp, you yelled. "And what makes you think I'll actually stay here?" You expected anger, but it never came. His gentleness was a contradiction to his existence, so much that you couldn't believe this was the same man who hated Valentine's day with a burning passion.
Silver eyes gleamed under his tousled locks of black, "you will, one way or another." Slowly, he extracted a blade, shushing your protesting cries with a peck on the nose.
You screamed and thrashed, trying to get him off. "You monster, let go of me!" Hands clawed at his chest, trying to free yourself. It was all in naught though as he pinned you down.
He cut his own palm then did the same to you. Then, he interwined your hands together โ silver and gold mixing โ before leaning down to kiss you. You turn your head to the side, only for him to grab the back of it and force you to look him in the eye.
"I've waited so, so long to do this. M'not wasting my chances, my love." His lips suddenly smashed down on yours, the kiss speaking volumes.
You tried to break free, but the spell was strong. Your resistance grew weaker and more futile. It was a silence to your pleas. You could no longer flee.
He pulls away, pupils dilated. Finally, you whisper softly, succumbing to your fate, "you don't understand love at all."
Pressing his forehead against yours, he smiled adoringly.
"Then teach me. After all, we have all eternity."
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Yours truly,
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I am not taking a risk
Not risking it pals
U know what I want potato of luck
Damn right Iโm reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.
potato I will never ask you for anything else in my lifetime please potato for fuck's sake
come on potato do not fail me now