#tadaaaaaaaaaa

✨Runaway Bride AU✨

Set in the 1960’s, an era where humans and robots coexist (albeit a little tensely), the rich reign supreme and status is everything.

Cue Y/N, engaged to one William Afton— famous, wealthy, head of a robotics company and very, very, very ambitious. Gets what he wants, when he wants it. Even if what he wants is another body to warm their bed a week before the wedding.

The day of the wedding, Y/N, all dressed up, decided they’ve had enough. And, in the heat of it all, risks everything— they run.

They run and run and run, knowing when word gets out— when William finds out— Y/N is ruined. Their reputation, public image, their dignity— all of it shattered. Still, they run, even when they know his goons are already at their heels.

In a desperate attempt at fleeing, they barge into the local bakery, startling the two robots working there, one at the ovens; the other at the display glass. They blink, stunned.

Y/N, desperate, asks them to help them hide.

And they do.

Cue hurried running through the establishment, hiding when William’s people show up asking for them, and breathing a sigh of relief when the bakers deny ever seeing them.

Cue meeting them properly (their names are Sun and Moon, from the culinary product line) and tearfully explaining your whole situation. Explaining you’re no longer good in the eyes of society, you’d be a wretch, a liar, a player, someone who no one will want to wed if William has anything to say about it—

Cue an idea. Cue a dangerous idea. Cue the desperation and the running against the clock.

The next day, they make preparations. The next day, the three of them get married.

The day after, word gets out. The day after, everyone’s eyes are set on them:

Y/N, married, terrified and with their dignity in tact.

William, furious, vindictive and with a vicious plan brewing;

   Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that thrived off people’s happiness.

   It was truly a glorious Pokémon. Feathered in a body of pure white and glittered with colours of red and blue on them, one almost found them festive if they decided to appear on joyous festivals. A Togekiss’ smile was always blooming, always bringing smiles and laughter to Pokémon and people alike. While some humans still feared Pokémon for the beast that they were, Togekiss was one of the very few creatures that people sought peace and harmony.

   Not many knew about the beautiful Pokémon. Not a scant saw this rare Pokémon, but when they did, many explained that they felt inexplicable joy bloom in their hearts.  

   To be able to see a Togekiss would be blessing from Arceus above.

   “I can’t believe you!”

   That was…until one menacing merchant decided to live and make peace with the world he was in.

Simbako: The fuck-it's not about worth, or any kind of dumbass, stupid, honor shit that you keep inflating your own fuckin' ego with-!

Azrael: I've witnessed you fall armies, not even I could pull off such spectacle and for feats as that, I would commend you, if your enemies met you on even ground. Poor reaction times and when they are able, they choose the same way of attacking you, and it fails every time.

Simbako: Cause they're fuckin' moronic pieces of shit dealing with a consequence-!

Azrael: You lessen yourself meeting them on lower terms.

Simbako: You don't fucking KNOW me, or anything that I go through.

Azrael: Hmm...I ask for more credit in accusation, yes? I knew you, and Friend Rayne the moment I saw you both together.

Simbako: ...what does that-

Azrael: Easy. I knew how to end you both if needed from our first greeting. To be honest, and if you're intent on insulting my ways, then I meet you in middle yes? Yours would be a menial task compared to Rayne's. I, am nowhere near such low intelligence your daily battles are riddled with.

Simbako: How did...that's not fuckin' possible, you didn't even fuckin' know how to goddamn say hi when we first saw your big blue ass, how do you-

Azrael: Friend Rayne has connections, allies in arms willing to lay themselves upon the battlefield in her name, that is only obstacle for her though. You, on the other hand, have no one, and pride yourself in being this, what you call, "lone wolf." You are much easier, a challenge I have conquered numerous times over now, from childhood, to where I am now...I take your head.

Simbako: ...!

Azrael: And crush it under my boot as far away from your remains as possible. For there, I will have my trophy from your hunt.

Simbako: ...I-I thought...I thought you kept the skulls, what the fuck-what would mine even be then, what benefit-?!

Azrael: ...your destruction. The pride in doing what no one else could do.

A/N: here is about 1k of fluffy Tim x reader ft almost unrequited love?

here is the deepest secret that nobody knows 

“Well, this is nice.” 

“Um. Yes. Very…cozy.” 

Tim laughs quietly, hot breath brushing against the already heated skin of your face. 

Cozy was a generous word in describing the coat closet considering the fact that you and Tim Drake were currently locked in this tiny exclave of the manor amongst many jackets, several pairs of shoes, and the thudding of your heartbeat.

This choice had not been a voluntary one for either of you. It was the result of a lost bet and a mildly inebriated Dick Grayson. And, if you were being honest with yourself, it wasn’t all that bad. To everyone but Tim Drake, it was no secret that you’d fallen awfully hard for the third incarnation of the boy wonder, a comfortable friendship that had blossomed into much more. But apparently, you’re bad at conveying emotion because your adoration often manifests in the form of avoidance. 

Tim smells like mint and sleepy Sunday mornings and you have to catch yourself, pinching your arm to keep from leaning further into his bubble. 

“Tim?” You say meekly. 

“Yes?” 

“I was…wondering…” 

The lighting is dim, but his eyes are still blue and bright and enigmatic, piercing your soul and sense of coherency. He arches an eyebrow. “You were wondering?”

“Can’t you just…work some of that boy wonder magic and unlock the door so we can get out of here?” You practically squeak. You want to look away from the blue, more vivid than the summer sky, but the intensity of Tim’s gaze has you rooted to the spot.

He shifts a little on his feet and the corner of his mouth curls up into a dangerous grin, practically triggering your fight-or-flight response (heavy emphasis on flight) and your posture stiffens. 

“I can.”

You blink up at him expectantly, trying not to shrivel up and die beneath the weight of swirling emotions in those pretty blue eyes. You can’t read his expression clearly, but you certainly don’t have any trouble hearing him. 

“But I don’t want to.” 

“WHAT?” 

Tim leans in closer, so close that you’re almost brushing noses. “I don’t want to work some of my boy wonder magic and unlock the door so we can get out of here.” His tone is level and he has no idea that your heartbeat is erratic. 

“W-why?” Your half-whimper sounds pathetic, but you can’t help the way your nerves sing with distress, wringing your hands nervously. 

His dark brows knit into a slight frown and his gaze flits to the ceiling. He inhales deeply and a little shakily.

“Because you’re always running away from me lately and I don’t know when else we’ll get a moment alone to talk.” 

You freeze and the worry in your eyes makes his heart ache. “What do you want to talk about, Tim?” You ask cautiously.

His breath catches a little when you say his name, but he’s not surprised. It’s no secret that you’ve always had an effect on him, a flurry of dove wings and guitar strings and rays of summer sun. He flushes, pretty red creeping up the nape of his neck and blossoming across his cheeks. “Um. Honestly, now that the moment is upon us, I have no idea.” 

You can’t help but smile at this, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You smell really nice. Like flowers or cupcakes or sunshine. A-and I can’t really think straight since you smell good and you’re smiling at me and you’re so…close.”

Tim’s eyes widen to the size of the moon and he clamps a hand over his mouth. “Oh no. Oh no. Did I just say that aloud?” 

You nod yes slowly, in a daze because you can only really hear the blood rushing around in your ears, vaguely wondering about the implications of his little ramble. Tim Drake thinks you smell nice – what does that even mean? There’s a hopeful voice at the back of your head that knows very well what that means, but you smother it with doubt.

He whines your name miserably, resting his head against the closet wall with a loud thump and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Tim, w-what’s wrong?” You hiccup, frowning at his state of distress. It’s instinctive when you reach up to gently cup his cheek, but it’s also instinctive when you panic and move your hand away. 

His eyes shoot open, clear and focused and cornflower blue, and he catches your wrist to keep your palm pressed against his flushed cheek. The oxygen supply is already limited in this closet and his heavy gaze wraps around your chest and squeezes your lungs. When you try to breathe, it’s only a whisper of his name suspended in uncertainty. 

Of all things, Tim pouts. “Nothing’s been right lately since you started diving behind dumpsters to avoid interacting with me.” He sulks. 

“Hey! That was…one time.” 

His smile is sad and reverent. “One time too many, Y/N. What’s going on with you? With us?” 

The words are out of your mouth before you can choke them back. “Nothing, except for the fact that I’ve been terribly in love with you for the past few months so hiding from you has been much easier than facing the possibility of rejection.” 

From outside of the closet, you hear, “FINALLY!” from a chorus of voices that sounds suspiciously like Dick, Babs, and Jason. 

Tim stares at you, mouth parted in surprise, eyes swirling with secrets you can only dream of knowing. 

He pops your growing bubble of insecurity and fear easily, tightening his grip on your hand. “Say it again.” He nearly rasps.

“And make a fool of myself? No way, Drake!” You shake your head. 

“Please,” He asks softly, melting you. 

It’s your turn to sulk. “I’m in love with you, Tim Drake.” 

A smile lights up his face, the sun breaking through thick storm clouds, and it reaches his eyes. They’re almost opaque now, glimpses into his sweet soul. He doesn’t even have to tell you these next words because you see them so clearly in his eyes. 

“I’m in love with you, too, Y/N.”

apropos of nothing, but I’ve noticed that you tend to post your fics on tumblr with a screenshot of the AO3 tags that links directly to the AO3 page, and I am wondering how you do this sorcery???

Good question! It’s a feature tumblr gives you if you post a picture, as I shall illustrate.

Just hit “Upload photos” and select whatever photo you want to use; in my case I took a screenshot of the AO3 story listing, since that gives a nice easy-to-read precis of the story with tags and title and summary etc.

When you upload the picture/screencap/whatever, you then get the little icon on the bottom left:

Which is a “link” option; click on it and it give you this:

And voila! You can put a link in to your fic, to a rickroll, to whatever you’d like!

For my friend @chamiliaa