Tim has started feeling more comfortable around the Waynes once more, and they’ve begun to feel more comfortable with him. Maybe a little too comfortable, in his opinion.
There are just so many friendly, casual touches.
Alfred rests a hand on his shoulder while he helps in the kitchen. Bruce pats him on the back anytime he does anything even slightly praise-worthy (even things Tim would have to do anyway, like his homework). Even Dick, on the rare occasion he swings by for a visit, can’t stop himself from ruffling Tim’s hair or gently bumping shoulders with him.
Jason is by far the worst culprit. It feels like anytime they’re in the same room at the same time, Jason feels the need to touch Tim for some reason. He wraps his arm around Tim’s shoulders, kicks his legs up across Tim’s lap, and sometimes plays with Tim’s hair. He even holds his hand to lead him down the hall at school sometimes–and Tim swore to himself a long time ago that he would never be embarrassed to be seen with Jason at school, but he’s not a baby for crying out loud!
Tim knows it shouldn’t bother him. They do it with each other, too, so it’s not like they’re singling him out or anything. It’s clearly a family thing.
Which is why Tim doesn’t understand why they’re trying to drag him into it. He’s not a part of their family. He’s just a kid Bruce felt obligated to take in because he’s Jason’s friend. He’s grateful to be staying with them. (He ignores the small, bitter part of him deep inside that whispers that this whole situation is their fault anyway.) He can’t imagine how much harder of an adjustment this would be if he were stuck at a foster home. Or, rather, a foster home of strangers.
Because this is still a foster home, even if it sometimes feels like just a really long sleepover with Jason.
[Excerpt from Chapter 1 of The Secret Ingredient.]
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or basically keegan russ' reaction to you presenting yourself as his dinner on the rare day he gets home early.
cw: oral (f!recieving), unprotected piv, hint of a voice kink if you squint, swearing, inaccurate military stuff.
MDNI UNDER THE CUT, INCLUDING AGELESS BLOGS!!
Being Keegan's wife means he's gone at work. A lot.
So much that sex between you has been... Kinda stale as of late. Most days he's gone before you wake up, and not home until after you're already asleep. When he wants you, he'll tease you awake, fuck you on your side until you both cum, and then roll over and sleep. And that's been it. You are... in a word, frustrated. He's no better.
His text comes through around 3pm:
hey baby, op was postponed due to bad intel. i'll be home in time for dinner.
Thus, your plan was born. You made his favorite in the crock pot, and dressed yourself in tiny lingerie. Crawled up on the table, and waited for his keys in the door.
You almost got down after like 15 minutes. Psyching yourself out that he won't want to do me after work, and this is stupid, I'll just tease him all night.
Then, you hear it. Heavy, unmistakable footsteps. Keys in the knob. He's home.
The door creaks open and you blush bright. The panic almost forces you off the table anyway.
"Where are you, baby?" His voice croons, and your heart melts.
"In here, love!" You call, face bright red.
His footsteps move toward the dining room in that slow and steady gait he's so well known for and-
He freezes in the doorway. Christ, princess, you've gone and taken the wind right out of him, haven't you?
"Goddamn..." He murmurs, his voice low and rough. His eyes don''t widen as they rake over your body, his gaze so intense you could almost feel his touch. Your belly goes molten, and the whole thing is so fucking hot it only emboldens you.
You spread your legs wider, the thin fabric of your thong sheer and already dampened. His hands twitch as you purr,
"Dinner is done, my love."
And he is on you in a second.
His hands slide up your inner thighs reverently, looking down at your sweet, beautiful pussy he would do anything for.
"Damn, baby... Look at you. This sweet thing all for me?" His tone is a near growl as his calloused hands skate up your thighs to your warm center, tugging the sheer fabric aside. He bites his lower lip, slightly crooked teeth nipping soft flesh, the tip of his tongue swiping over the tender flesh as his pupils dilate hungrily.
Keegan leans in, mouth a hair away from your wet lips, inhaling deeply as a low groan rumbles in his chest. A shiver rolls through your body, nipples pebbling under your sheer top. Your cunt aches for him, for his tongue, especially since it's been so long.
"You smell needy, wife. Want me that badly, do you?" He teases, his thumb swiping softly through your folds from your entrance to your clit. Your head falls back, a shaky little whimper leaving you as your hole tenses slightly. Teasing bastard is gonna be the end of you, but *oh,* what a delicious death it shall be.
He grins, repeating that move. "Answer me, sweetheart. Or I'll leave you here aching for an orgasm that won't come until you beg to the point of tears."
"Yes," you gasp, head falling back a little. The sound of his voice alone is almost enough to make you drip.
"Yes, what?" He teases again, and you'd smack him if your brain was even pretending to be present anymore.
"Yes, baby, I need y-"
He's just as impatient, the bastard loving to catch you off guard. His tongue practically dives into your pussy, flicking along your clit as his index finger teases your entrance. His wedding band glinting in the light- a testament to your vows together.
His mouth sings an entirely different song of unrelenting devotion.
Keegan's head game has only gotten better in the two and a half years you've been married, his tongue flicking sin over your sensitive bud.
The man is delighting in the way your hole drips and your back arches, your pretty black nails- that he paid for- rake through his hair as he worships your cunt with a reverence typically reserved for religious practice.
He's relentless, eating you out until your thighs are shaking and your pussy leaking for him. Greedy hole clenching around nothing, your brain turned to mush.
He slips two fingers inside you, rolling your clit with his tongue until all you can manage is breathless whines and whimpers that go straight to his cock.
When you start clenching, your orgasm approaching rapidly, he only doubles down. Pleading with his tongue, needing your pleasure to wash over him almost as if it were his own.
Suddenly, your entire body locks up as it hits like a train, your thighs squeezing around Keegan's head like a vice. He groans into your pussy, his eyes rolling back. He is *exactly* where he wants to be right now.
He works you into overstim and pulls back slowly, pressing soft little kisses to your inner thighs while you catch your breath.
He stands slowly, scooping you up and setting you gently on the counter instead as his other hand goes to his belt. Keegan pops his button open with one hand, tugging his fatigues down just enough to free his cock.
The sight of it never fails to make your cunt throb.
He's not massive, no, but it's still big enough to make you a little nervous; even after the last 4 years.
7.5" inches long or so, thick, leaking. His ruddy, blunt tip drags through your folds, making your toes curl and a soft whimper leave your pretty, swollen lips.
His eyes stay on your as he sinks in slow, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot your fingers never seem to reach. Low groans leaving him, every inch of your tight pussy driving the poor man to the brink of insanity.
He can't shut up, either.
"Fuck, baby... Your pussy is so good for me. Always is, isn't she? Knows who's in charge..." He purrs, and you clench around him. This man's voice is enough to make you whine.
"Y-Yes," you stammer, panting. He grins, a dark, feral little thing.
"There she is, my good girl. You love how I fuck you, huh?" He groans when you tighten around him again, his pace increasing until he's pounding into you.
His thick cock is practically splitting you in half, your eyes rolled back and your mouth open in soft, needy little whimpers each time he slams in.
"Good fucking girl, always so greedy for your huband's cock, huh, wife?"
His thumb slips over your clit in nasty little circles, your toes curling and thighs tensing as your release barrels toward you.
Your moans increase in pitch, your head falling back into the cabinet for a beat before your cunt starts fluttering, right on the brink.
"Go on, my love. Come for me. You can do it, can't you, baby? C'mon..."
He groans a little louder, losing his grip on both his sanity and control as you come undone hard beneath him, your legs shaking hard and your eyes rolling back in your head so hard, you almost swear you make eye contact with your brain stem.
One, two, three dizzying thrusts later, his orgasm hits. Filling you to the brim with hot ropes, your pussy painted a pearly white.
He rides it out with you, his head falling into your shoulder as he comes back to Earth.
And this is a wonderful half-collab with @angry-trashcan. I love you so very much and thank you for letting me yell ideas at you.
CW: Mentions of child abuse, child soldiers, Zelda slander, Sage
・❥・Welcome back. :)
・❥・So, we've established Sage as his own character at this point. I think it's safe to say he is not Wild. They are similar but two very distinct characters. That is something I'd like to clarify.
・❥・But we'll step into that later.
・❥・For now, let's talk about his entire timeline from start to finish.
・❥・So, Bailey and I talked about his parents and this is the conclusion we came to:
・❥・As everyone knows, Link in the AoC/BotW/TotK timeline was in the knights by a staggeringly young age. Either four or twelve or fourteen. I've seen them all, but I'm not sure if there's a canon age.
・❥・For Sage, we're going with four.
・❥・Now, let's start with his father. Sage's father was in the knights as a commanding officer, which is why he was okay with Link joining the knights. However, because of this a lot more expectations were placed on a very young Sage. And if he failed the punishments were much harsher and much less justified.
・❥・There were nights when Sage/Link was left on the ground outside because his father didn't deem him worth the effort and forbade people from helping him.
・❥・He'd walk past and spit on this terrified child because he didn't live up to expectations. "Your mother would've been so disappointed."
・❥・(shout out to Bailey for ripping out all of our hears with that line.
・❥・Because of this Sage finds much more comfort sleeping outside. Even a a century later, he prefers the comfort of a constant rather than a bedroom he was never allowed the privilege of knowing.
・❥・When he gets his house in Tarrey Town, he builds the stable extension first and slips outside with Epona.
・❥・We also agreed that his mother most likely died during the birth of his sister, which is probably why they had to move out of the Hateno house and closer to the castle, if not on the castle grounds.
・❥・If I had to make an assumption on his mother, she was probably a timid woman that never stood against his father.
・❥・This is really just my lil tidbit but because of that headcanon it's why I made Aaliyah such an abrasive character because I feel Sage would feel too much like his father with someone who reminded him of his mother. Or the little bits he remembers of her.
・❥・Anyway, his mother was probably a seen rather than heard woman,
・❥・Now, you're probably asking about his sister. We decided that she would've ended up as a maid/servant in the castle.
・❥・This is for two reasons:
・❥・One) It adds to hatred Sage has for the Royal Family. As a knight he would've had no choice but to watch this happen and would feel that burning guilt as a bystander, ignoring the fact that he has no choice in the matter. Maybe that's why he fought so hard pre-Calamity. Of course, he still fought because it was his duty, but I also like to imagine he was trying his best to protect his sister before it could ever hit her. Even if it was a fruitless endeavor.
・❥・Two) When Sage remembers this fact, it's probably before Tears of the Kingdom. The bridge between TotK and BotW probably is Link/Sage unravelling a lot of the trauma he tried to ignore regarding the royal family. So this is almost a catharsis to the entire feat. Moreso with Zelda/Natura's reaction.
・❥・She'd be flippant and almost ignorant to the entire ordeal.
・❥・Before anyone comes for my throat, let me explain Natura's character okay?
・❥・So, as far as I'm concerned, Natura hasn't learned anything. She's very much still the same character she was in AoC which is a spoiled individual with little regards to the woes others are facing. She had a tough time, yes I understand that and she was young, but she had no reason to act the way she did with Link. I don't care, argue with the wall.
・❥・She went digging around in the remains of what was left of her people post BotW trying to figure out how the guardians worked. She puts more emphasis on her studies and research rather than her people. Remember this is Natura. Not Zelda. This is my characterization in the same way that Sage is my characterization of Link.
・❥・Anyway, she didn't go looking for a way to solve the Gloom issue, she went looking for a way to capitalize on it. Like the pharmaceutical industry.
・❥・So you can imagine her reaction knowing that.
・❥・"We kept her off the streets like a worthless rat. You should be thanking me."
・❥・Yeah, it's not great.
・❥・So then TotK happens, yadda yada.
・❥・Sage loves animals. Let me get this straight. He's not heartless, he's angry and he's vengeful. Animals never wronged him. He finds comfort with animals as they can't lie to him. He can earn their trust and they'll remain loyal.
・❥・Because Sage is a dangerously loyal man. He still carries the loyalty of the hero's spirit, but it's amplified. Once you're his, you're his forever. Nothing can drag him away from you as he won't let it.
・❥・He's so loyal it turns from a positive attribute to a flaw. :)
・❥・He's possessive and protective and doesn't see an issue with it. Everything else has been torn from his hands but his fingers will be broken and bloody before he lets what's his go.
・❥・I bring up the animal thing just to say Sage gets a dog. You know that stable that closes down in the desert? And how all the stables have stable dogs? Well, this one follows Sage all over Hyrule. And if he goes in the depths thinking he's lost it, the second he's out the dog is sniffing his ass out.
・❥・Yes, he keeps the dog and feeds it the nicest cuts of meat, don't worry.
・❥・It's name is Droolius Caesar.
・❥・Timeline wise, let's talk about that.
・❥・So again, Bailey, and they're gorgeous fucking brain, brought up the idea of him being on a different timeline then Wild. I ran with it.
・❥・I don't see TotK falling on the timeline nicely no matter what we do. Not with the Zonai and not with the other game.
・❥・So what if it doesn't fall on the same timeline as BotW? The same events happen but now it's different.
・❥・Here's how it goes:
・❥・So when Time splits the timeline we get the normal one where, yay! he saves the day! and the other one where he doesn't. Call it the downfall timeline, the fallen timeline, the failure timeline, I don't care. For the sake of argument it's the Fallen Timeline here.
・❥・So there's an idea that the timelines merge somewhere between Wars timeline and Wild's. But let's say they don't. Because the Fallen timeline goes to Legend, then Hyrule. Then what if it doesn't fix itself and just continues. which is where it then leads to Sage's era.
・❥・Only this timeline is on hard mode at all times. Legend's adventures were difficult, Hyrule's era is absolutely brutal, so it makes sense that Sage's is just as hard.
・❥・We toyed with the idea that because this timeline is so hard, the heroes that reign from it are just that much more advanced. It's shown through Legend and then Hyrule, both of whom have wielded the full triforce at one point or another (I think). Somewhere between Hyrule's world however and Legend's, the goddess' didn't like this idea. They didn't like the idea of the hero having this sense of power, so they stripped it away entirely. They knew that somewhere the hero's spirit would be tainted and took away the power that could be used to dethrone them before it could manifest with Sage.
・❥・In turn, the hero's spirit carried on and grew stronger to overcome this. Sage still has the hero's spirit, but it's not like an actual spirit. No, it's more like the fallen hero carrying on and trying to amend for his sins.
・❥・Which Sage hates. He hates it so much, but it propels him before he can stop it. In the beginning of TotK? It's what propels him to jump in after Zelda. After however? The gloom is what finally kills that spirit. Rauru can save him, but fails to save the spirit.
・❥・And from there Sage evolves and arises into the rat we all know and love.
・❥・All of this to give my own lil headcanons on Epona.
・❥・So there's a theory that Malanya (Horse god) Is actually Malon and I like that. (Because she gave Link Epona OG and they sound similar) So in Sage's Era? Guess what?
・❥・Anyway, I imagine Malanya and Sage had a better connection because of this. Malanya goes out of their way to care for Sage and his horse because they feel they failed their Link.
・❥・So Sage gets an Epona in a way to apologize for their first failure.
・❥・Epona is a very good horse <3
・❥・So in the wise words of bailey to end this off,
The hero's spirit is dead. Long live whatever the fuck Sage is.
“you don’t need many words, now, not at the end of things. just two, really.”
“what two?”
“hello,” she says, “and goodbye.”
“what about love? what about ‘i love you?’”
“that,” she replies, and you have never felt more in love with anyone before, “is just a pretty way of saying goodbye.”
“can’t it be a hello?” you ask.
“no,” she says, and reaches out to hold your hand. hers are calloused and scarred and worn. so are yours, sandpaper meeting sandpaper. still, it is like coming home. “but that doesn’t matter.”
“why not?” she is watching the sunset. you are watching her. it’s the same view, really.
she laughs. her voice is a mix of a hundred sounds, gravel and birdsong and leaves and thunder, and you think you can hear the entire universe in that laugh, just for a second. “we’re all saying goodbye,” she says, “always. but we say it in the hopes that we can say hello again.”
“goodbye,” you say, and you mean i love you.
“goodbye,” she says, looking at you, and you know she means i love you too.
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A young Tim Drake, 11 years old, has been left alone for the holidays. His parents hired a nanny to watch him, of course, but she only comes by for a few hours each day to check on him; other than that he's all alone in his big mansion.
He turns on the tv and is enjoying Christmas movies, and then Home Alone comes on. Tim's never seen it before, and it hits a little too close to home for comfort, but Kevin is hilarious so he can't just turn the movie off. By the climax of the movie Tim loves it. He's captivated by Kevin's traps and thinking up ways he could recreate them in his own home if he were to be robbed. He's decided this is his new favorite movie-
-And then Kevin's family gets home. His mom gives him a big hug and tells him how much she loves him.
Tim follows Bruce's rules perfectly. In this way, perhaps, he can be better than his predecessors. He knows from observation that Jason liked to ignore the rules and argue with Bruce, and he can guess from what he knows about Dick that he was the same. Tim can’t afford to ask questions, or argue with Bruce, or break the rules. He has to be perfect. Too much is riding on it. If he messes this up and gets Robin taken away from him, he doesn’t know what will happen to Bruce. If he’ll slip back into his old ways and walk along the edge between life and death.
Because the thing is, Bruce is getting better. He’s not the same Batman he used to be; he buried a piece of himself six feet under with Jason’s body, and Tim doesn’t think he’ll ever get it back. Still, Bruce’s decisions in the field become more logical, and he can recognize when to go home and tend to his wounds now. He even invites Tim to stay for dinner after patrol once, but Tim knows a courtesy invite when he sees one, and politely declines.
Outside of the suit, Bruce keeps himself at a distance at all times, and Tim is grateful for it. It certainly makes it easier to remember that this is nothing more than a business partnership.
Dick is a little harder to keep away from. The older boy has a way of making Tim feel relaxed and safe around him that he’s never experienced before. Dick’s smiles make him feel warm inside, and Tim knows that the laid-back personality and dad jokes are a front that he puts on, yet he still can’t help but look forward to Dick’s visits to Gotham. He almost feels like an older brother, but Tim scratches that thought out of his brain the second it crosses his mind.
He realizes abruptly that he’s gotten too comfortable with Dick, and forces himself to withdraw. He keeps an eye out for the little things that tell what Dick is really feeling, like the flash of sadness in his gaze that he quickly hides whenever Tim does something that reminds him a little too much of his lost baby brother, or the way he freezes up any time he has physical contact with Tim while he’s in the Robin suit, or how he holds his breath for a fracture of a second whenever Tim is even slightly in danger. Tim learns to look for these signs, and holds them like barbs around his heart to prevent himself from overstepping.
Surprisingly, Tim finds it the hardest to keep himself from growing attached to Alfred. The butler is more compassionate than Tim ever could have expected, and it gets increasingly harder to keep him at a distance. He’s kind, and caring, and says exactly what’s on his mind (it’s very amusing to witness him put Bruce in his place and stay perfectly polite while doing so).
Tim pretends not to notice the way Alfred checks him for injuries after every patrol (with a med-kit waiting just in case), and sneaks extra protein bars into the various pockets of his suit whenever Tim gets low, and always has a steaming mug of the best hot cocoa in the world waiting after the particularly grueling patrols. Tim knows better than to accept Bruce’s pity-invites to dinner, but he’d never waste a mug of Alfred’s hot cocoa. (As long as he drinks it quickly he’s not overstaying his welcome, he justifies it to himself.) He ignores the sad looks Alfred gives him when Tim makes excuses to rush home straight after patrol rather than hanging out, or when he easily brushes off the older man’s concerns regarding his dark eye-bags and alarming coffee intake.
He keeps them at a distance at all times. They don’t want you, he tells himself, they need you. And that’s enough. It has to be. He can’t get attached to them because he doesn’t deserve to have a relationship with any of them; he hasn’t earned it. And if (when) being Robin gets him killed, they won’t be hindered by the inconvenience.
Tim knows he isn’t the best option for Robin, and some days that fact looms over his head more than others. He isn’t even a good Robin, anyone would have been better than Tim. He’s still actively fighting against brain fog every day, and he has to write things down constantly so that he won’t forget them, and sometimes at 3:00AM when he’s trying to finish his case notes and on his fourth coffee the sleep deprivation and migraines just feel like too much.
When it gets really bad, he reminds himself that nobody else stepped up.
He might not be a good Robin, but he’s the only Robin that Gotham has right now.
So he sucks it up and finishes his case notes. He ignores the headaches and exhaustion and goes to school the next day anyways. He doesn’t bother Bruce or Alfred with the minor injuries that come from patrol. He stitches himself up at home and tries not to get blood on his mother’s expensive rugs.
When it feels like too much, he keeps going, because there is no other option.
[Excerpt from chapter two of Blue Pills and Scattered Dreams.]
Dick, who wandered into Jason's room to ask him a question but got distracted by his bookcase arrangements: Hey Jay wanna come with me to go get- wait, hold up. What order are these books in? Doesn't seem to be alphabetical by Author or Title-
Jay, not missing a beat: Vibes. They're organized by vibes