#minific?

Emma thinking it’s embarrassing that she’s still a virgin, she just wants to get it over just to lose the tag, her friend always tells her that she doesn’t need to find mr. Right just mr. Right now ,so she gathers up all the courage she has, and goes out with her, drinks a sugary girly drink or two and falls into the lap of the most intimidating man at the bar.

She gives him a fake name, likes how reluctant he is to take her home but even more reluctant to leave her. she gives him her pretty doe eyes and she’d like to think it’s all an act,and it’s not like she’s totally overcome with how he shields her in the booth,the way his biceps or almost bigger than her thighs, his palm warm and heavy on her bare thigh covering the span of it, how he speaks to her in a low quipped manner which makes her feel all fluttery and goey, she’d like to think that things are totally in her control because she’s not Emma Nolan tonight.

"Shit. Well, good thing he drinks like a fish." Steph said over their comms as they eyed the second wine glass.

"It's the fourth one on the tray," Tim declared, watching the glasses, moving through the crowd.

"They're in a circle."

"It's the one with the half milimitre of champagne still left--"

"No, it's not." Bruce said. "It's the one closest to the waiter, the one with the smudge."

"This is ridiculous." Damian announced, "I'm getting his phone."

"He'll notice, don't do that," Bruce muttered, trapped with some obnoxious businessman and moments from spilling something to get out of it. 

"I'll get it back to him in two minutes--"

"I can keep track." Tim argued, trying to move to get it, but Dick grabbed his arm, dragging him along.

"Come here," Dick ordered, walking them both right up to the man. "So nice to see you tonight, have you met my brother yet? Tim Drake Wayne, he's very eager about interning at your company."

Tim played along instantly, shaking the guy's hand. "Is it true you've managed to get around the cost of catalysts for your hydrogen fuel cells?"

"It's still quite new, but if you're serious, we can definitely set something up."

Tim grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have a number I could--"

"Oh absolutely. Here." The man handed over a business card.

"We got it," Dick muttered over comms as Tim carefully put the card away. "Anyone bring the disulfur dinitride?"

Han Joowon though, he was different. It wasn't any sense of 'purity' Dongsik valued in him, no. He was gay - to the sort of people who cared about such things Dongsik was impure by default, would have been impure even if he was a virgin. No, what thrilled him, what awed and amazed him was the fact that he was the first and only person Han Joowon - aloof, distrusting, touch-averse, precious Han Joowon - ever trusted with his body like this.

There was a joy in teaching him, watching him discover new ways of giving and taking pleasure, letting him tentatively take the lead...

It was so easy to imagine. Himself, standing on that stage with closed eyes, feigned concentration locked on his face, as every student on campus looked at him. The saxophone’s otherwise cool metal was hot under his firm grasp. And the sound - the sound he created was vibrating through the air, blending so beautifully with the rain dripping down the side of the tent, and soaking through the dirt and blankets strewn across the lawn, as multiple wet bodies crowded inside to take cover, or simply to take pleasure in the music. It was so easy to imagine the feel of his gaze on his neck. The gentle way he hit the drums, and bounced on his stool. The way his tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration, all while his eyes fixed on Regulus, as if he simply couldn’t help it; as if Regulus was the embodiment of the magic they were creating - together.

Imagine Jimmy managing to corner Skizz alone. Skizz try to talk to him but Jim heard nothing. Only voices that he heard is whispers of mockery to be the first one to go.

Imagine Jimmy rembering how things all started of him being the canary and remembering Skizz cause of his first permadeath and curse him to the path of being the canary.

Imagine telling him that to Skizz where he realize that his doom. He tried to call for help in chat while trying deflect every barage of attack from Jimmy.

Only for him to fall from his death. Jimmy gain another hour to live and the whole server gasp in shock. Jimmy isn't out first. It's Skizz.

Something. Something breaks inside Jimmy. The curse is broken. The whispering gone silent. The Watchers seems satisfied with the outcome. Jimmy just celebrates and the atmosphere in the server shifts.

Soon Tango and Impulse arrive with mix of confusion and also horror. Skizz gone and Jimmy lives longer. If he attacks, would they survive especially Tango, former soulmate and also a man who still in yellow who said PVP isn't his specialty?

my absolute FAVORITE thing is making an au that could theoretically mesh with canon if given the chance!! I love looking at characters and picking apart their actions and motivations and words and just, I have so much fun justifying why a character chooses one way over another??

Which is who you get all the canon-addressing chapters with me basically exploring Jaskier’s motivations for his canon actions under the guise of the au and then from there can throw him in new situations and figure out how he’d act in those given the same rough thought map from before

the best part is boiling a character down to their essentials, figuring out what they’re motivated by (tgia!Jaskier is a little bit petty, is used to hanging around with people way more powerful than him who have complex relationships with their own emotions, and is a feral little bastard man who will start a fight with anyone who dares insult his family/people he likes) and then tossing them into a situation

So in a kidnapped-and-grilled scenario you probably have a Jaskier who is making really sarcastic comments, telling his interrogator that his sister hits harder than that (because she does), spitting blood at the man before going into an apology speech because actually that shirt looks like it’s made with some pretty nice material? Way too nice to belong on this man’s chest, really. 

(And then you have Jaskier yelping and being all “I’ll tell you I’ll tell you!” and when the dude is like “okay tell me about geralt of rivia” jaskier is just like “oh shit man i have so many songs lemme just - MY LOVE HAS EYES LIKE DRAGON SCALES, GOLDEN GLEAMING BRIGHT. YOU WOULD THINK ME TELLING TALES, OF HIS HAIR LIKE SNOW AT NIGHT - ”

the interrogator is grudgingly impressed by the sheer number of love ballads that Jaskier has either composed or adapted to be about the Witcher which tell him literally nothing except like. the ways jaskier feels when geralt smiles or how his ass looked when he was killing a drowner in his tight leather pants

Interrogator, taking notes: i’m using that euphemism in every conversation i have from now on

Jaskier: oh you liked that one? I have so many more this is like, the most euphemism filled song i’ve ever written. But i mean, come on, Geralt’s sword? That’s low hanging fruit

and then considering Jaskier has magic in this au that historically has been used to influence emotions (especially turning negative ones to positive) and the fact that he’s singing (which is how he uses his magic), he probably ends up being bros with the guy by the end of it and they go out drinking together and that’s how Geralt and Renfri find him, standing on a table absolutely plastered singing ‘the fishmonger’s daughter’ at top volume while his would-be-kidnapper enthusiastically applauds because he’s equally sloshed)

No one knew much about Black Hat himself, besides the fact that one did not simply walk into his HQ. You asked your boss, who'd been doing runs like this for a little over a year now, for some advice on how not to die on your first visit to the infamous Black Hat Manor.

You weren't expecting his response to be "Dont get too close to the doc. Black Hat can be kind of...possessive with him."

"Possessive? Possessive how?"

"Possessive like my jealous, bitchy ex." Your boss kept his eyes on the road, but pointed a finger at you sternly. "Anyone asks, I never said that."

"Got it." Though you got nothing at all.

"Keep it cordial, keep it polite, but keep your distance. If you see anything, don't say shit. That's their personal business, and it ain't got nothing to do with us. Just do the job and get on with life."

"Right." What the fuck? There was actually something between Black Hat and one of his minions? And it was his doctor? You knew even less about him, it was the girl people saw out in the field most often. You weren't even entirely sure what the guys name was, Flag or something like that.

What you did know was that he was the head scientist, who designed most if not all of BHO's extensive weapons catalog, and given that he worked directly under (and had a personal relationship with?!) Black Hat...he must be terrifying.

Black Hat was fearsome, and dapper, and rumored to be able to slaughter entire militias within minutes. He was said to have an extremely powerful Gift, if he was even human at all. For all you knew, he was a demon or devil or some otherworldly horror mankind stood no chance against. He also had expensive (and eccentric) tastes only satisfied by the best of the best.

So what on earth would his.......partner be like?! (1/?)