The Empress pushed at him with a desperate strength, yelling at him to get away from her daughter. Daud drove the woman back with a slap that left her stumbling.
Got a hand around her throat, grip tight, forcing her back step by step. Against the gazebo’s rail. He had ther pinned, poised to shove his sword between her ribs.
One cut. One more precise, efficient, brutal motion to be done with this.
It was then, a fraction of a second before intent turned to bloody reality, that a thought flashed inside his head, clear and cold as the Void itself.
This is a mistake.
In which I try my hand at a Slow Burn Royal-OT3 fic and it's already shaping up to be a goddam novel. You're all welcome! Hope you enjoy it! :D
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Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Catwoman - All Media Types, DCU, Justice League - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Wonder Woman - All Media Types
08 Dec 2020
A DC universe where moms are awesome and raise their kids right. Now with more melanin and queerness. Also, Gotham's in Michigan and Metropolis is in Connecticut. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Fics are in chronological order but are all standalone.
Between freshman and sophomore year, Bruce Wayne had a growth spurt. He did not get any better at socializing.
- Part 4 of Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts
Thomas and Martha Wayne are Gotham's most famous martyrs. They used to be a wife and a husband, a mother and a father, doting parents. They could also be cunning, wicked, glamorous, decadent; an heir and a gold-digger, beautiful people in a beautiful house. It takes a certain kind of parents to make a man like Bruce Wayne, and Alfred can't take all the blame. He can't even take most of it.
- Part 1 of Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts
Pack Mentality by Osidiano for MsBluebell
28 Jan 2016
Will Graham is adopting strays again.
The man is not a dog, but he sits on the floor with the dogs in front of the fireplace, stares into the flames and doesn't speak. When Will is around him, he feels strange; an odd sensation like he's not quite human anymore. It's different from the nightmare stag that wakes him sweating from restless dreams. This is cold, like blued steel and ice. This feels empty and drifting and confused. Will knows that he's feeling what the man is feeling, that this is just his empathic nature kicking in, but he can't help it, he –
He feels like a tool, a weapon. A rifle, smoothbore and deadly. It is. . . disconcerting, to say the least.
“You're an asset?” the man asks, his voice quiet and hoarse in the warming air of the house. There's a dog sitting on either side, Dakota on his left and Oscar on the right, Winston curled in front with his head in the man's lap. The man has his right hand on the dog's head, scratching behind his ears in that way that always gets Winston's tongue lolling and his tail wagging. He is wearing black gloves, thin and textured. Tactical. For shooting, it looks like.
“Yes." Will pauses, then adds, “For the FBI.”
- Part 1 of P.S.
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