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Flakes by iloveyourwords
Fandom Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics)
24 Dec 2021
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flake1
/fleɪk/
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1.
a small, flat, very thin piece of something, typically one which has broken away or been peeled off from a larger piece.Dick Grayson-centric
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Friend by iloveyourwords
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman and Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics), Robin (Comics)
20 Jul 2021
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Damian thinks about his first language and contemplates the meaning of friends and how different it is in Arabic.
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Everything was supposed to be better once the Dawn was returned to Eos. The daemons would be gone, the survivors could rebuild, things were going to be good for the first time in a decade...
And then Nyx realized that a certain King of Light was in the Beyond. And he did not agree with that canon.
So, what does the ever-loyal Kingsglaive go and do to make sure his Young King would actually rule his kingdom like he was supposed to? He mouths off to the Astrals and gets himself backhanded through the time stream. So now, he has Astrals and Old Kings jabbering in his head, an overprotective group of Kingsglaive watching his every move, and oh, yeah, a King of Light he has to make sure remains alive by the end of the Prophecy.
Just his luck, really.
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“Strange name for a demon. Strawberry?”
“One protector,” he growls into her neck.
“That’s even stranger. I’m – not going to give you my soul,” she protests, but shivers when he just chuckles against her skin.
“Again, not that kind of demon,” he says, and kisses his way further down, to the neckline of her dress. His hands slide down her back and all the way to her thighs before he lifts her by them and pulls her up against his body so that her legs are dangling in mid-air.
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Strange creatures walk among us. Fae of the Seelie and Unseelie Court, forever locked in an uneasy treaty in the world of men. Demons, stinking of brimstone. Governed by loose creeds, treaties, and blood oaths, all these and more walk undetected by ordinary humans. Incubi hunt, driven by instinct, for women to seduce with their power and charm. One night of pleasure, of feeding, and then they are gone.
Unless, of course, they find something - or rather, someone - thought long lost to them: their mate.
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