#nocturnix

[identitysolved-a]

tim  sat  on  the  floor  next  to  babs ,  a  childish  pout  very  age  appropriate  frown  resting  on  his  lips.   he  kept  his  attention  away  from  @nocturnix  in  a  vein  attempt  to  not  crumble  under  her  gaze  as  they  sat  in  silence.  squirming  under  the  quiet ,  tim  finally  chanced  a  glance  toward  the  other. 

🙶  so  like . . .  how  much  for  you  to  not  tell  bruce  about  this ? 🙷

starter call 

[daughterofelarc]

🜸.* @nocturnix sent ✐ for a randomly generated sentence starter. 🜸.*

❝ I KNOW BEGINNINGS, I KNOW ENDINGS TOO, AND LIFE - IN - DEATH. ❞

[metropolois]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘. despite the two - degrees of separation, and the midsize travel time, it was hardly a vacation spot. there were already enough headhunters looking for the daily planet's star reporter in metropolis, an extended stay in gotham seemed to be testing her luck. while having the man of steel as her husband came with exemplary security --- until he was needed to fight some intergalactic threat ( international affairs was enough to handle, in her opinion. ) and, in no amount of arguing could lois get the last word against someone who could literally fly away. so, against her wishes, plans were made for a very pregnant lois lane to take safe haven under batman's ( theoretical ... literal ... ? ) wing.

" barbara gordon --- " lois attempts to mask her slack - jaw as she enters the other's vehicle. its driver having been a complete mystery to her before this moment. she'd expected jimmy, or some taxi - driver. not ... batgirl. batgirl reduced to lois lane's personal escort. clark was a dead man. " i cannot express how sorry i am for the imposition --- if it's too much trouble, i'm perfectly capable of being alone in my own house. my husband, he's just --- " instead of an answer, lois sighs. " i do wish we'd formally met in more .... dignifiable means, i admit, i've been your fan for a while. "

→ @nocturnix

[ofthemyscira]

━ shadow and bone for @nocturnix , always acepting. / “ you and i both know the risks. we both know what people like them are capable of. tell me it’s all okay, and i won’t question you. but if it isn’t… we need to be ready. ”

DIANA IS NEVER QUITE AS MYSTERIOUS STANDING ATOP A BUILDING . the sentiment still holds : she's watching over. arms are crossed over her chest , she was contemplating herself. IF A GOD'S NAME GETS MIXED UP INTO THE FOLD OF A MODERN CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION ... it certainly won't spell anything remotely good. her head turns slightly , you can practically seek the small quirk to the corner of her lips. EMPATHY AND COMPASSION CAN BE READ LIKE A BOOK . and that's never an awful thing when the author is a fully capable hero. because that's what a hero is. THAT'S WHAT A HERO DOES . they care. for no other reason but to care.

" i can not tell you it's okay , i can only reassure you that i stand as a ally ... and a friend. "

[aliasinvestigate]

@nocturnix called alias investigations.

jessica huffs into the seat behind her desk. it's the deep blue time past midnight where everything prickles a little colder ; the goose flesh rustling up under the cuffs of her worn black t-shirt has her pawing toward the cup of stale coffee cooling just outside the sharp angle of her elbow. a gulp of the stuff leaves a chilly, coppery tang that rankles her snide lip up over her teeth.

" ----- ugh, that tastes like shit, " she mumbles, pulling another sip to her mouth while typing in her password one-handed. she pauses, swings an arm behind her to drag a bottle filled to the quarter with deep brown, twists the screw, & thumbs across the track pad to her latest case file to skim while she dumps a healthy pour in to her mug. the bitter, heady stink of cheap liquor hits her nose & then her tongue shortly after. jessica studies it, shuffles a shoulder up in a shrugging acceptance, when a little message bubble pings up in the bottom of her screen.

" what the .. ? " jessica, eyes hunching into a squint, pulls it up. a queasy, familiar suspicion starts traipsing its purple insect legs across the nape of her neck. it's the sensation of being watched. she flicks the chat open. it's from someone called oracle. " oh, jesus christ, " catches her eyes & sends them lolling into a full roll & she swallows another tepid mouthful of coffee & bourbon before crafting her reply.

[ jessica jones ]: if you tell me you're some asshole with the power to see the future through techno babble, this conversation is over. [ jessica jones ]: how did you get my contact information? [ jessica jones ]: more importantly, what the hell do you want?

[kittykatz009]

Hanging By a Moment

So I guess it’s better late than never? I am @nocturnix‘s FMA Secret Santa. Sorry for the delay: a lot happened to me in the last month. I hope you enjoy and once again, sorry for the delay. @fmasecretsanta2018

Summary: After returning from his trip out West, he realized that there was no-one he would rather spend his time with than her. Post-Brotherhood. 

Pairing: Edward x Winry

Rating: General Audiences 

AO3/FFN

The piercing whistle of the train as it approached Resembool woke Edward. He stretched, yawning loudly, and as the train eased into the station, Edward couldn’t help but to smile as he took in the powdery white scene before him. He could count all the times he had seen snow on one hand, so coming home to the steady fall of it was a pleasant surprise. He lurched forward in his seat slightly as the train halted completely. Grumbling, he grabbed his suitcase from the overhead compartment, thankful that he was finally on his feet. Being on a train for nearly two days definitely had its drawbacks, but he was thankful to finally be back in Resembool, thankfully to finally be back home. 

He silently hoped that Winry had gotten his letter in time and that she would be waiting for him. As he exited the train carefully, for he did not want a repeat of the snow incident in Briggs, he was met with bright blue eyes and he couldn’t be happier. She had her pink peacoat on to try and escape the chill, which only made him blush at how the material clung to her in just the right way. It brought back memories of when he realized he felt more for her than just brotherly affection.

“Edward! You’re back!” Winry exclaimed as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug, breaking him from his less-than-friendly thoughts about her. He laughed, dropping his suitcase and embracing her.

“Yes I am, Winry,” he smiled, leaning back and wiping the small tears that leaked out of her eyes.

“Those better be tears of joy,” he murmured.

“Of course they are,” she smiled, leaning forward and tucking her head under his chin. “I’ve missed you so much and I am glad you’re home.” Home. The word brought a fuzzy, warm feeling to his chest. He was home.

“I also don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” he promised, breathing in her scent, which instantly calmed him. She smelled of grease, flowers, and apples and to him, it was the best combination in the world. He felt her stiffen at his words and he frowned slightly.

“Idiot, don’t make promises that you can’t keep,” she huffed, pulling away and looking up at him with a small frown on her face.

“Who says I’m making a promise I can’t keep?” he asked as his hands settled on her hips.

“Really Ed? You’re always on the go, you and Al both. Who’s to say that tomorrow something won’t compel you to go to Briggs or even to Xing to see Al?” she sighed.

“Winry…”

“I mean, I appreciated that this time you at least wrote and called regularly,” she said, cutting him off. “It still hurt though, you know? Just when I finally thought you were back for good, you leave again.”

“Winry,” he tried again.

“Not to mention that confusing conversation we had before you left for Creta. I thought-”

“Winry will you listen to me?” he interrupted and she looked at him, startled. “You’re right about not knowing if I will have the urge to travel somewhere in the near future. After being on the move for years, it’s hard to readjust to a simple life.” Her expression fell at this, but he continued on. “However, if my time in Creta taught me anything, it’s that being away from you now that I know that you’re not in any danger is nearly impossible. Do you realize how hard it was for me to not catch the next train back to Resembool after I left you here? The only reason I continued on was so I could do the research I needed to do so I could come back to you.”

“Edward,” she breathed, tears flowing once again.

“As for the last face-to-face conversation we had, I meant it all Winry. I want to give you my life.”

“A-are you asking me to marry you?” she asked, trying not to get too hopeful. She struggled while he had been away with over-analyzing that conversation, worried that she misinterpreted his strange exclamation as something more.

“For such a brilliant gearhead, you can be dense sometimes Winry,” Edward laughed and she puffed her cheeks out in annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Alchemy Freak?”

“It means yes Winry. I asked you, and am asking you, to marry me, albeit in less romantic terms than you deserve,” he admitted, cheeks reddening as he waited with baited breath for her response. He really hoped that he hadn’t overstepped his bounds with her in asking her to marry him. It was something he fretted about on the train ride to Creta once the question left his lips at the platform those six months ago.

“Yes,” she whispered finally. “Yes, Edward Elric, I will marry you!” she cried with a wide grin, throwing herself at him once again. Her happiness was contagious for he picked her up, spinning them around, still mindful of the snow, his grin rivaling her own. He placed her down lightly and fished in his pocket for the small jewelry box that he had been panicking about for months. He opened it and placed the petite band on her finger. The band was simple and made from a scrap of his automail that he had found lingering in his suitcase and embedded in it was a small sapphire.

“It’s beautiful, Ed,” she whispered as she admired the ring, trying to get herself used to the weight of it on her hand.

“I’m glad you like it, Win. It’s not much, but I figured that using some of my old automail would make it mean more to you than me just going and buying a random ring at a store.”

“I love it Edward. I mean it,” she smiled. She stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. His eyes widened in surprise momentarily before he let them close, his hands anchoring themselves on her hips and pulling her close as his lips pressed against hers. It was slightly awkward at first as they tried to figure out how to move their faces so their noses didn’t bump into one another, but once they found a position that worked, they both sighed in contentment as their lips worked against each other’s, savoring their first kiss as the snow fell softly around them.

“I-I love you Winry,” he breathed as they separated, his hands tracing her sides lightly.

“I love you too Edward,” she smiled, her fingers toying with the end of his ponytail.

“Could-could we do that again?” he asked, breathlessly and was instantly embarrassed at both her laughter and how eager he sounded.

“I think that could be arranged. But how about we get home first and warm up? I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing.” He hadn’t even registered the cold since he stepped off the train, too excited from seeing her again, but now that she mentioned it, he could feel the cold creeping into his bones.

“That sounds good to me,” he laughed, releasing his hold on her and grabbing his discarded suitcase. Her hand slipped into his, fingers lacing with his.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” she sighed, leaning against him as they began their journey back to their childhood house.

“Me too. It’s good to be home,” he said, peering down at her. It was then that he realized that no matter where he was, as long as he was with her, he would always be home.

[daring-detective]

“ i wish i could stay here a little longer, away from all the noise. ”

random one-liners ( accepting ) : @nocturnix

[pamivie]

” You’re playing with my patience.”

( … ) don’t you get it ? nothing matters anymore , the world ends , and i with it . the earth belongs to me , and you won’t change my mind … ❝ don’t you find it interesting … ❞ test the waters , pamela’s got one hand on her hip, as vines and roots begin to wiggle within the earths crust , she could finish this now . she’s kinder than that . give her credit . ❝ that you never want to see what happens . ❞ pick a battle . play into this patience and get lost in it . ❝ you should let your hair down more . ❞