#think about it: fear is meant to protect you from danger

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

The Killing Moon

Slight AU: What if the Joker broke out of Arkham and grabbed Y/N?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: lots of angst, kidnapping, threats against children, torture mention (not explicit), breakdown, panic attack, basically this is just angsty af

Word Count: 3314

A/N: Here’s the angsty bonus chapter I mentioned! No request for this, it was just bouncing around in my brain. Pretty sure this can be read as a standalone, and I may have already planned out a part 2. Here’s the song this is named after. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Y/N knew something was wrong. She could not put her finger on it, but there was a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She put the book she was reading down and listened. There were footsteps in the main room, multiple sets. Her heart jumped into her throat. She did not even think as she grabbed the small remote off the coffee table and hit the button. After they had been unable to contact each other during the Riddler’s black out, she had built an alert system into Bruce’s tech and a panic button for herself. Better safe than sorry, that was what he had told her after she explained it, if you even think you’re in danger, hit the button. She was reluctant to go out of the door into the main room, but she could not risk whoever it was getting upstairs to the kids.

“You.” The other four men in the room meant nothing to her the moment she laid eyes on the man stood in the middle.

He tried to smile at her, his horrifically scarred skin pulling up into a grimace. Not that it mattered, his smile was permanent anyway. “You remember me then, princess?” He took a step forward and she forced herself not to take one back. “Your husband’s not home, the butler either.”

“What do you want?” Her voice shook as she took in the guns in the hands of his goons. She suddenly felt very exposed in the t-shirt and shorts she was wearing.

“To talk to you.” He laughed and it sent shivers down her spine.

“About-”

“Y/N?”

They all turned around to look at Dick stood on the stairs.

“This must be the circus orphan.” The man tried to smile again.

Y/N could see the fear in Dick’s eyes as he looked at the guns in the men’s hands. Her protective instincts kicked in and she addressed the man without taking her eyes off Dick. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave my kids alone.”

The man turned back to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Anything?”

“Anything.” The word tasted bitter on her tongue.

“Deal, and I am a man of my word.” He turned to Dick. “Run back upstairs now.”

Y/N knew Dick was waiting for her to say something. “Go into the nursery, lock the door. Look after your sister.” He went to protest. “Dick. Look after your sister.” She kept her voice level and stern. Dick hesitated but eventually ran back up the stairs and they heard the nursery door close. Now all she had to do was play for time and hope Bruce was already on his way back. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

“Not here, princess. We can’t risk your husband coming back and interrupting our little chat.” He attempted to smile again, this one somehow looking worse than the last.

The goon to her left took a step towards her and she took an automatic step away from him, her heart jumping into her throat and the raw fear starting to set in.

The man tutted. “We made a deal, princess. You do whatever I want, and I don’t touch those two adorable children you have upstairs. So, it’s time to go.”

She had no choice as one of his goons grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the elevator.

***

Gunshots echoing through the hallways jolted Y/N out of her light sleep. He had had her for three days. At least she assumed it was three days based on the meals his goons occasionally brought her and the times they came to take her to the bathroom, in between his visits. She had so far refused to break down, it was the one thing she was holding onto, throughout all the fear and the pain, she would not give him that satisfaction.

She listened closer to the sound of running and fighting. This was her chance. She rolled off the bed and grabbed the pair of nails she had clawed out of the skirting board on her first night. Her finger nails were still bloody from it. She used one to jimmy open the lock on the cuffs that kept her tied to the bed. At least that was one skill Bruce never had to teach her. She did the same to the lock on the door, using both together this time, and stuck her head out into the hallway. It was empty.

It felt too good to be true, but she walked out cautiously anyway, forcing herself to take deep breaths and stay calm, she could break later. There was a loose pipe on the wall halfway down the corridor and she pulled it the rest of the way free. She held it in both hands and walked to the end of the corridor. There was a man stood around the corner and she raised the pipe above her head and brought it down on the side of his head. He crumpled to the floor and she was suddenly stood back on the walkway at Gotham Square Garden trying to save Bruce. She shook her head to clear the image and forced herself into a run as she navigated the corridors, trying to remember which way they had dragged her in.

She hit another guy over the head with the pipe before turning a corner and running straight into a large mass of black. Her brain was so far in survival mode that she did not even comprehend that it was Bruce. But he seemed to realise that because he immediately spun her around so her back was pressed against the hard plates of the suit, and gripped both of her wrists to stop her futile attempts at hitting him with the pipe.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me, honey, it’s me.” She stopped struggling against him but her grip on the pipe did not let up. “Let go, Y/N, you’re safe, you can let go.”

The pipe clattered the floor as she went limp in his grip, letting go in more ways than one. The panic and fear had set back in and she finally allowed herself break down. He shifted her so her back was against the wall and he could hold her up with one hand as his other ran up and down each side of her body, checking her over for any injuries. He found none other than red marks on her bare arms and legs, and her bloody finger nails.

“Y/N, what are these marks from?”

She could feel his eyes on her but the tears streaming down her face made it impossible to make out anything other than the mass of black that was the suit. His words did not register in her brain, the things she needed to know seemed more important. “The kids?” She choked out in between panicked breaths.

“They’re fine. Dick did exactly what you asked.” He brought a gloved hand up to her face, choosing not to ask about the marks again. “I almost had you.” His voice broke. “I saw him putting you in one of the cars, but then they split up and I followed the wrong one. It’s taken us three days to wear down the guy we grabbed into telling us where you were.”

“He knows.” She brought her hands up to his shoulders to try and steady herself, mentally and physically, as she spoke through the sobs still racking her chest. “He knows it’s you. That’s what he wanted from me. He put it together, figured out I’m the one building your tech. He wanted to know the weak points of everything I built. I didn’t tell him anything.” She needed him to know. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

“I know.” He nodded and tried to act like what she told him did not terrify him. “Let’s get you out of here.” He leaned down and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, like she usually did, and buried her face in the neck of the suit as she tried to get her breathing under control. The tears continued to fall down her cheeks as he started walking back the way he had come in.

“Did you come alone?” Part of her hoped he would not have, but the other part hoped he had, so he could take her straight home and she could put off everything that was going to happen with the police.

“No, Gordon and some other cops are here too. There’s medics waiting outside. I’m going to have to hand you over to them and then leave so I can get home before they call me.” He kept glancing around each corner to check the coast was clear. “But I’ll be there as soon as they do.”

“Don’t bring the kids, not yet.” She whispered against him.

“I won’t.” He promised as they rounded another corner.

“GCPD! Put your hands up.”

Bruce automatically spun around so his back was facing them as he pulled her closer to his chest, shielding her with the Kevlar of the suit.

“It’s okay, he’s one of ours.” Gordon told the other officers as Bruce turned back around to face him and he saw Y/N in his arms. “You’ve got her?”

His voice dropped slightly, back into Batman. “She’s fine. She’s just in shock.”

“Still, better get her to the medics.” Gordon turned back to the other officers. “I doubt he’s here anymore, but do one last sweep of the place.”

The officers departed to do as they were asked as Gordon led Bruce through the rest of the corridors. The paramedics walked straight over to them as they walked out of the front doors. Bruce explained to them that she was not hurt, just in shock, but did not let them take her from him. Much to their annoyance, he walked into the ambulance and placed her down onto the bed himself.

“I’ll see you soon.” He whispered so only she could hear as he leant down to lie her on the bed. The paramedics quickly ushered him out of the ambulance.

***

Alfred was waiting in the main room when Bruce got out of the elevator, still in the underlayers he wore under the suit but without the black make-up. Alfred watched him closely before speaking. “Was she there?”

“Yeah, I got to her first. They’ve taken her to the hospital. Have they called yet?” His hands fidgeted together and he kept his eyes on the floor.

“Not yet. How was she?” Alfred knew she was not badly hurt, Bruce would not have even bothered with coming home if she was.

“She broke down when she realised it was me. I don’t think he hurt her. Not badly at least, I couldn’t find anything other than red marks on her arms and legs, but I don’t know what they were from, and she didn’t tell me.” He sat down across from Alfred at the table, some of the tension from the past few days finally beginning to seep out of his body. “He knows. He knows I’m Batman, that’s why he took her.”

Alfred recognised the anguish in his voice. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known.”

“If I had just got back here a minute earlier-” He cut off as the phone rang and practically sprinted across the room for the it. “Hello?”

“Mr Wayne, it’s Lieutenant Gordon, we’ve found your wife. She’s fine, but she’s at Gotham General getting checked over. If you can meet me here I can fill you in on the details.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” He hung up before Gordon could say anything else.

“Shall I wake the kids?” Alfred had stood up and was watching him closely.

Bruce grabbed his coat, not even bothering to change into more appropriate clothing. “No, she asked me not to bring them, not yet at least.”

“Keep me updated. If you’re not back, I’ll tell Dick they found her when he wakes up.”

Bruce nodded and jumped in the elevator.

***

Gordon was waiting for him in the hospital waiting room and stood to greet him as he walked in. “Mr Wayne. If you’ll follow me, there’s a room where we can speak in private.”

Bruce nodded and followed Gordon down the hall and into an observation room the hospital staff had clearly told him he could use.

“Where is she?”

Gordon turned back towards him after shutting the door. “She’s just down the hall. We’re still trying to figure out why he took her, she’s not been very talkative since we found her. But that’s to be expected, she went into shock pretty quickly. But from what she has said, we know he used electric shocks to try and get her to tell him something.”

Bruce leant back against the desk behind him, making no attempt to hide the pain that must be written all over his face. He dug his nails into his palm and forced himself to breath. He felt sick, now the red marks on her bare skin made sense.

Gordon gave him a minute to pull himself together. “Other than that, she’s just kept asking for you. I know I asked before, but do you have any idea why he would target your wife?”

Bruce shook his head, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay, she’s just down here.” Gordon led the way down the corridor. “She was sleeping, but the nurses said you could go in once you got here.”

Gordon left him once they were outside the door and walked back down the corridor. Y/N was still sleeping when he walked in. Or at least, he thought she was. When he turned back after shutting the door, she was looking at him. She sat up and reached out to him and he wasted no time crossing the room to her. She gripped onto him, glad he was no longer in the suit and she could feel him, and buried her face in his shoulder. He pressed his lips against her temple as he held her as close to him as possible.

“I’m sorry. They had guns, and they threatened the kids. I don’t even know how they got in.” She whispered into his shoulder.

He pushed her back, just enough to look at her, and moved a hand to her face. “You don’t need to apologise, you did nothing wrong. They got the elevator pass codes somehow. I don’t know how. I should have known.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulder. “You couldn’t have.”

“I should have looked harder for him when he broke out. I should have been there.” He screwed his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling.

“It’s not your fault.” She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to stop herself from crying again.

“Gordon told me what he did to you.” He opened his eyes to look at her as his voice broke and a few tears slipped down his cheeks. “All because of me.”

“And me.” His tears brought on her own as she tried to reason with him. “He grabbed me because of what I build. I chose to help you, Bruce. It’s not your fault.”

“You keep getting hurt because of me.” He dropped his head forward.

“No, Bruce. Look at me. Look at me.” She took his face in her hands and forced him to look back up at her. “I chose to climb up that support in Gotham Square Garden. I chose to build everything I did. I chose to help you. That’s all on me. And I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, and I’m fine with everything that entails.”

His voice caught in his throat so he just leaned forward and kissed her.

***

“Y/N!” Dick collided with her the moment her and Bruce stepped out of the elevator.

“Hey, kiddo.” She ran her fingers through his mop of black hair as her other arm returned his embrace.

“Are you okay?” He pulled back to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I promise.” She forced a smile and he let go of her. She looked towards Alfred, who was stood in the middle of the room with Grace in his arms.

“Mama.” Grace made grabby hands towards her as she tried to wiggle out of Alfred’s grip. “Mama!”

Y/N complied; crossing the room and taking her out of Alfred’s arms. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?” Grace babbled some unintelligible words into her neck. Y/N smiled and pressed a kiss to her head as she tried to stop herself from crying again.

“I made you something!” Dick announced.

“Did you?” She smiled weakly at him.

“Yeah!” He tugged on Bruce’s sleeve. “Can you help me get it?”

Bruce glanced from her to Dick and back again. He seemed reluctant to leave her alone for even a minute, but he went with Dick anyway. Y/N was glad because it left her alone with Alfred.

“How are you?” He turned to face her.

“I’m fine.” She gave him a small smile, knowing he could see straight through it, before asking what she really needed to know. “How was he?”

“Beside himself. He was barely functioning, the only thing dragging him out of the station were the kids. Even then, Grace kept asking for you and it sent him spiralling.” He sighed. “I think he came close.”

“Close to what?” She adjusted Grace in her arms.

“To breaking his code. If you ask me, it’s a good thing they didn’t find the guy.”

She screwed her eyes shut and took a deep breath as she held Grace closer to her. Alfred walked forward and laid a hand on her arm. She wiped quickly at her eyes as they heard footsteps in the hall. They turned back around as Dick and Bruce walked back in, carrying two plates of cupcakes between them.

Y/N plastered a smile on her face and tried not to dwell on what Alfred had said. “You made all these?”

“Alfred helped. But I did all the decorating!” Dick proudly pronounced.

“They look amazing.” She leaned down to get a better look but had to stand back up straight away when Grace tried to grab one. “Oh no, you can’t have one. At least not a whole one.” She readjusted Grace so she was completely out of reach of the cakes. “Dick, why don’t you go and pick a movie and we can just have a chill day in the living room, eating cake?”

“Okay!” He disappeared, the plate of cupcakes still in his hand.

“I’ll put those ones back in the fridge.” Alfred took the plate from Bruce and left them alone.

Bruce walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She leant into him as Grace reached out a hand towards him and he let her grab his fingers. She tried to let go of the tension in her body. “We’re okay.”

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“We’re okay.” He repeated back to her, pressing his lips against her hair, but neither of them really believed it.

Part 2

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #convenience #the batman #battison #batman x reader #batman imagine #robert pattinson #alfred pennyworth #jim gordon #the joker #joker #barry keoghan!joker #bruce wayne x fem!reader

[furiousgoldfish]

Was I neglected as a child? Checklist

Bold if you experienced it, italicize if you're not sure. If you read a line and it rings true for you, but you think 'that's my fault because I never said anything', bold that line! This is about your experience, not blame assignment. (tw for painful content ahead)

Physical neglect

I couldn't count on having clean and decent appropriate clothing every day.

I couldn't count on having decent meals every day

It was my responsibility to make food/assure there's clothing even at a very young age, or there would be none

I couldn't count on being taken to a doctor when I needed it

I was not receiving proper vaccinations/medications as a child

I was not taken care of for my injuries, flu's, fevers, or health issues

I was left alone and ignored when sick

I felt guilty, ashamed and/or scared when sick

Nobody noticed if I was injured, sick, or scared of something that was happening to my body

It was safer for me to keep my sickness/injuries/medical fears to myself

I felt it would bother everyone, or make everyone mad with me if I admitted to being sick, hurt, or scared about my well being

I had to take care of other kids as a child, so my physical well being felt like an afterthought, it was something I was supposed to take care of myself

If I was taken care of physically, it was used as a blackmail later, I would be required to allow myself to be controlled as a return 'favour'

My medical issues were neglected to the point where they turned into long-term issues later

Emotional neglect

I haven't felt it was safe or welcome to open up to my parents or caretakers as a child

I was not encouraged or supported in expressing my emotions or experiences

I was not encouraged to speak about my passions, desires, or what I wanted from life

I was repeatedly attacked, shamed, ridiculed or manipulated with any private information I would share, forcing me to learn to hide

I was not welcome to speak unless I was somehow entertaining or giving out vital info

It was communicated to me in subtle or direct ways that it doesn't matter what I want or need, and that nobody cares

I was shamed and accused for wanting/needing attention

I was not receiving supportive or warm physical attention as a child (encouraging pats at the shoulder, affectionate hugs, being stroked in approving/affectionate way)

I felt uncomfortable receiving physical attention from my parents as a child because it communicated ownership and non-consensual enforcement, rather than approval and pride

I felt completely alone in any hardship and pain as a child, and knew nobody would stand by my side

I didn't feel safe asking for help, explanations, reassurance, comfort, physical attention or to be listened to

I felt like a burden if I wanted for someone to hug me and tell me it's all going to be okay

I was never comforted or reassured after crying or having a breakdown

I would get ignored, laughed at, humiliated or punished for crying, breaking down, or exploding in rage

I was taught that what I feel is irrelevant, and I would do better to stop expressing it

I was taught that expressing any painful emotion would get me nowhere, and it was better/safer to hide it

I spend hours crying or breaking down in pain/terror/stress/anxiety/catastrophizing alone with no comfort and nobody who cared or wanted to hear what I was going thru

I was to take the role of comforting and emotionally caretaking for my parents, or other children

Psychological neglect

My parents didn't notice I was depressed/anxious/psychologically unwell

My parents failed to provide me with a diagnosis for adhd, autism, or similar struggle, and I had to live and deal with it all on my own

My parents failed to believe me I was mentally ill or struggling with any kind of disability or trauma, leaving me to endure it all on my own

My fears about my value, or my future, were only intensified by my parents behaviour; I never felt reassured and secure in my current living conditions, and even less my future ones

My parents failed to acknowledge my sexuality, gender, world view, and pretended it wasn't there

My parents failed to notice I was self-harming

My parents failed to notice I was engaging in other self-destructive activities that could have, or did, cause long term damage to my life

My parents failed to notice or do anything about changes in my behaviour that signalled trauma (becoming aggressive, clingy, dissociated, numb, closed up, bed-wetting, nightmares)

My parents failed to notice I was missing school

My parents failed to notice I was failling into addictions

My parents failed to notice I was suicidal

My parents failed to notice my suicide attempts

Lack of protection

I was unsupervised for long periods of time as a small child

I was exposed to physical danger as a child without my parents noticing or reacting to it

I was exposed to physical danger and physical violence, by my parents

I was exposed to pedophiles and child predators as a child and was never warned, protected or removed from their influence

I was introduced to pedophiles and child predators by my family members

I was never given protection from bullies, or any unfair treatment during my education

I was never given support or comfort after being hurt by a stranger or a peer

I was bullied/abused/sexually assaulted by another child, and nobody noticed

I was bullied/abused/sexually assaulted by a sibling/neighbour/relative/teacher/peer, and nobody noticed/nobody stood by my side or tried to protect me

I was groomed by a predator (who could even be a family member) and nobody protected me or stopped it from happening

I was exposed to and groomed by a cult, and nobody seemed to notice, care, or help me get out of it

I was not given the knowledge to recognize a sexual assault on me, or grooming or any other predatory behaviour from strangers or other adults

I never felt protected from any outside danger, or felt like I was worth protecting; instead I was taught to feel guilty and ashamed for getting hurt at all

If you have bolded more than 4 of these, you have experienced neglect, and you were forced to struggle alone thru experiences that you were not meant to handle or survive on your own. Neglect is the type of abuse that will have the most disastrous consequences on your trust in people, your relationships, self worth, feeling of community, and will ensure that everything you were put thru is unexpressed, unresolved, and weighing down on your life. You did not deserve to be neglected like this, and none of the above is the result of your behaviour. You were not supposed to be put thru any of this alone, much less as a child.

#child abuse #abuse checklist #furiousgoldfish #abusive parents #child neglect #emotional abuse #emotional neglect #physical neglect #lack of protection #negligent parents #toxic parents #neglect #childhood neglect #traumatic childhood #traumatic neglect #writing this felt like getting punched in the stomach 20 times in a row #they really did this to us didn't they #they abandoned us as kids and called themselves our parents

[astaroth1357]

How the Obey Me Cast Would Protect MC

Lucifer

With all his (considerable) might.

Keeping his human safe in such a dangerous place is a point of pride to him. To attack them, then, is to besmirch that pride… and you can imagine the consequences of that.

Cold and brutal, but also swift and effective. Lucifer will have any attacker who comes at them cooked to a crisp then served to Cerberus by lunchtime.

If someone were to actually hurt MC, he'd take it as a failure on his part and seek to "fix" it by any means necessary. An eye for an eye is not nearly strict enough, even a light bruise will make him go for the heart.

Mammon

To his dying breath.

They are one of the best things to happen to him in centuries so do you think that he's going to let them go easily? Of course not!

Mammon is no slouch. He's second oldest and second strongest, so any intruder better take him seriously. His speed is his greatest weapon and he'll end a fight before it gets to start.

Mammon would 100% lay down his life if it meant keeping MC safe. He wouldn't think about it nor hesitate and his attacks are pretty reckless in kind. Anyone who hurts MC won't be able to hide behind his self-preservation, they're always going down even if he's going with them.

Leviathan 

With the force of a Grand Admiral.

Usually, Levi prefers to stay out of confrontation. Not because he's too weak to fight but because he's often too much to handle.

This man's opening move is to summon a seven-headed sea monster that floods the local area and chews his opponents to pieces... How much worse do you think he can do when he's serious?

Levi isn't put into the spotlight very often and he'll rarely enter a fight head-on, but for MC he'll win any battle, any time. He's bringing a tank to a water balloon fight and he doesn't care who screams, "HAX!!!"

Satan

Like a beast without a cage.

Don't be fooled by his brains and good manners, under all of that lies a bona fide demon.

"Savage" doesn't even begin to describe Satan when he's pissed and being a threat to MC will get him there in a millisecond. He's every bit as remorseless as Lucifer, but without the careful efficiency. Breaking every bone takes time.

And again, that's only if he considers someone a threat. To anyone who actually hurts MC, there'll be so little left Simeon will have nothing to pray over... Promise.

Asmodeus 

As if they were a part of himself.

Asmo has gone on record many times saying how much he loves himself - he could kiss a mirror, he loves himself that much. But when MC stepped into his life, they became a part of him too.

So all that anger he gets when he sees a chipped nail? The fury he feels when someone ruins his hair? He feels the same when someone hurts MC, but tenfold. 

The people who hurt them aren't just attacking his image, they're attacking his soul - and he responds in kind. No punishment is too steep at that point. Even if it was his charm, he'd say they did it to themselves.

Beelzebub 

Like he's sworn an oath.

In the Celestial Realm, Beel was ready to lay down his life for Lucifer. He doesn't see much of a difference here, really.

Defending his loved ones is in his DNA - it's how he thinks and operates. The moment the MC befriended Beel, whether they knew it or not, they had a bodyguard for life.

He's already lost one family member but he'll never lose another. He'll be the first to leap to their defense and the last to ever call it quits. Satan may leave a little, but Beel will make sure there's nothing left when he's done.

Belphegor 

Like there's finally something worth fighting for.

Being as lazy and lethargic as he is, most people wouldn't pick Belphegor as their protector, but for MC? He'll wake right up.

Belphie had been running on autopilot for a long time after losing Lilith... If he had any reason to fight anymore, it'd be for Beel but it's not like his twin needs the help.

The MC is different… so human and as fragile as ever. Though it feels like they could disappear at any moment, he'd never let it happen. He'd burn everything to the ground first.

Diavolo

With the power of a King.

Just take a moment to actually appreciate how insane someone must be to want to hurt MC with the Demon Lord at their back...

Does this even need elaboration? He would maim them, eviscerate them, send an army to trample their bones, then resurrect the pieces to do it all over again!

For the good that the MC has done him, his realm, and the world at large - he wouldn't settle for anything less. But of course, no one would be that stupid anyway… Right...?

Barbatos

Quietly, from the shadows.

Barbatos knows where he fits in the world. He doesn't need any fame or glory, nor to be looked at as some kind of hero (because he most certainly is not).

Barbs will take every measure possible to be sure that threats are dealt with, but always behind the scenes. He's a man of many talents, thus it never takes him very long.

The MC is his Lord's guest and very important to everyone there… Their stay shouldn't be marred by something as trivial as fear. They can just keep going about their day as usual and he'll keep the threats buried out of sight... literally.

Simeon

Without mercy.

All the kindness in the world can't hide one thing, Simeon is a living weapon - plain and simple - as an Archangel it's in his job description.

Loyal but pragmatic, Simeon will do or say what he needs to in order to get the best outcome he can. He's an angel, but he'll bend or even break the rules when MC is involved...

If they're in danger, he will defend them however he can and with all his might. There's no room for forgiveness or talking things out. He's risked everything for them before and he'll do it again and again…

Solomon

Even if the world burns...

To say that Solomon has a "different" way of looking at things would be charitable. Either from prolonged corruption or centuries of a lonely life: his methods, priorities, and even logic can be a bit iffy to others…

Likewise, for reasons only he knows (perhaps the emotion called "Love"), he's decided that the MC is worth protecting above all else. He will hold true to this.

The stars could be falling and the planet cracking to pieces sending mayhem running through the streets as the Three Realms collapse around them - but he will do everything in his immense power to safeguard the only thing that matters - his MC.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me undateables #obey me dateables

[usernamerenn]

his greatest weakness

character — sanzu haruchiyo, haitani ran, haitani rindou

summary — his reaction to you getting hurt by a rival gang member

note — f!reader, violence, blood. a request from my 100 followers event. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

sanzu haruchiyo

“please, i’m sorry! i didn’t know!” the man stated as he attempted to take another step back, only to be stopped the wall

chuckling under his breath, sanzu gestured for the man to be quiet before drawing his sword and aiming it at the man’s neck

one misstep would be all that it took to end his life, and both he and sanzu knew this

“i-i’m sorry! i didn’t want to hurt her, but my boss-”

“i don’t care for your excuses,” sanzu quickly remarked, his eyes cold and emotionless

he couldn’t forgive anyone that dared to hurt you

other than mikey, you were the only person in this world that sanzu truly cared about

he would gladly eliminate anyone if it meant being able to protect you

with his blade dangerously drawing closer to the man’s neck, sanzu’s final words to him were a humourless farewell before the wall was painted red

haitani ran

ran looked on in apathy as his baton dealt another deadly hit to the man’s head

he had already managed to break both of the man’s arms and legs, now all that was left was to kill him

strike after strike, ran continued his attack without any regard for the blood that covered his hands and clothes

he wanted to hurt this man, hurt him like the man had hurt you

“p-please, stop,” the man quietly pleaded. “i-i’m sorry”

“stop?” ran asked incredulously. “the moment you decided to put your hands on her was the moment you chose death”

violently bringing down his baton, ran thought back to the heartbreaking sight of you recovering in your hospital bed

never again would this insignificant piece of trash be able to hurt you, ran thought to himself

haitani rindou

what started as a simple date around roppongi quickly turned into rindou’s worst fear

he had been careless, not thinking that he had anything to worry about because of his fighting skills

rindou’s overconfidence had caused him to not notice the man’s knife, and he had to watch in horror as the blade sliced the side of your arm when you ran over to protect him

“you bastard, i’ll fucking kill you,” rindou angrily proclaimed, his hands covered in blood as he landed another punch across the man’s face

“rin, stop!” you shouted, snapping him out of his anger

after hurrying next to you to scan your injury, rindou could only sigh in relief once he realized that you were mostly fine

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before helping you stand, quickly leaving with you to get your arm properly checked

when he glanced back at the unconscious man, rindou’s face turned dark as he reminded himself to deal with the man later

he would keep to his promise about killing him

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers reader insert #tokrev #tokrev imagines #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev reader insert #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev headcanons #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu haruchiyo reader insert #sanzu haruchiyo headcanons #haitani ran #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran x you #haitani ran reader insert #haitani ran headcanons #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou reader insert #haitani rindou headcanons

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

_________________

“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #nicole fugere #the addams family #addams family imagine #addams family #request #not my gifs #gifs found in google

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

"Really, Scar, why are you so reckless?" Grian asked, shoving a potion bottle into Scar's hands before turning back to the brewer and busying himself with the cleanup. He heard Scar drink the potion without complaint, but Grian's relief at knowing his injuries would be soon mended was short lived. The way he settled back into the pillows with a pained groan did nothing to ease the tension in Grian's shoulders. "It's like you heard the hardcore rule and immediately decided it actually meant a challenge to see how many heart attacks you could give me! Honestly! Why can't you be more careful?"

He set the spare water bottles into the chest more forcefully than he intended, wincing at the clanking noises that warned him how close he was to breaking something. He was so used to Scar's daredevil behavior that the questions were rhetorical, and the potion he had given Scar was probably going to make him drowsy, so the last thing he expected was an answer to break the silence.

"I think - I think I'm postponing the day you finally stop looking at me."

Grian paused, then tucked the leftover nether wart into its pouch and wiped the glowstone dust from his hands. "What are you talking about?"

When there was no answer he turned around to see if Scar had fallen asleep. He was still awake but his eyelids were heavy, and he was picking at the blanket. Grian watched calloused fingers pinch the bedding into tiny peaks and valleys before smoothing them out and repeating the process. "Scar?"

Scar looked up and stared at him with a slow blink. "Oh. Did I say that out loud? I guess I feel kinda loopy." He frowned at the empty bottle on the barrel next to the bed. "What did you put in that stuff?"

Grian sat on the edge of the bed, interrupting Scar's makeshift landscaping. "What do you mean I'm going to stop looking at you? I look at you all the time. Especially when you keep pulling stupid stunts right in front of me that make me think you're actually going to die this time!"

He couldn't help the aggravation that crept into his words and he worried he might have sounded too harsh. He took a deep breath to try to rein his emotions in so he could apologize, but Scar's expression didn't look wounded - at least, he wasn't wounded over Grian's frustration. But there was a sadness to his smile that twisted at something in Grian's chest and sang a siren song to the protectiveness he felt toward Scar.

"It's the only time you look at me anymore," said Scar. He covered a yawn with his hand, blinking the heaviness out of his eyes before continuing. "You look near me, around me, through me. But you don't look at me." He held up a hand when Grian opened his mouth to protest. "You've been keeping your distance, and I...I started to worry that one day you were going to stop altogether. But then you looked my way more when I was in danger, and I just..." He shrugged, then yawned again.

"Scar, you're being silly," said Grian, hoping to soothe his fears. "I'm not going to leave you." I couldn't if I wanted to, he thought. "I haven't stopped looking at you." I don't want to take my eyes off you.

Scar shook his head. "Grian, you haven't looked at me properly since the desert."

Grian felt like someone had dropped an ice cube down his back, and it landed in the puddle of guilt that was so at home beneath his ribs. Scar didn't look accusing, only tired, and his eyes are so sad, why couldn't I see -

"You should get some sleep," said Grian thickly, interrupting his own spiraling thoughts and adjusting the pillows so Scar could lay down properly. "We'll talk when you wake up."

"I'm sorry," Scar mumbled. "M'being selfish..."

Grian made shushing noises and fussed with the blanket, watching until Scar's eyes stayed closed and his breathing evened out. "I just wanted to keep you safe," he whispered into the silence. I just wanted you to be safe from me.

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Index | Next Part

#scarian if you squint #at least it's meant to be if i continue it #i wanted to write a whole Thing and post it on AO3 but I'm out of spoons #I'll tag it anyway for blacklisting purposes #scarian #hermitshipping #also it's very rough because i just wrote it directly in the app #and it's the first thing I've written that wasn't for school in like three years #100 hours hardcore with references to 3rd life #file: storm writes things

[jarofstyles]

For mafia harry, I just love the fact that’s he’s only soft for his girl. So something soft!!!! Plss n thxx

He’s literally so soft for her it’s ridiculous.

Warnings: fluff, talk of murder, mafia type stuff

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It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to come home with bruised knuckles. While he tended to have his men take care of business, he couldn’t help but be hands on sometimes.

When it came to certain motherfuckers, he truly couldn’t help but get in on the action and keep his name at the top of the’ who not to mess with’ list.

But his one and true weakness was sleepy eyed and soft as she stepped into his arms. He had gotten home from some business only an hour ago and put on the coffee pot. Being out all night was not ideal in the slightest, mainly because he had Y/N at home. Before meeting her he could go days at a time without sleep, without even being home. But having a woman he loved so deeply in his bed, who truly adored him and looked past his very unusual career path. She was so giving to him, with her time, energy, body, affection. He had hit the jackpot when it came to women and he knew all to well. So did anyone else.

It took a lot to get a man like Harry soft. He was hard and jagged around the edges. Throwing a punch or getting rid of someone wasn’t a big deal to him. Then Y/N stumbled into his life by accident and he found the heart he had covered with ice melted into a puddle of mush that she hand shaped in her own form. It was comical at times to see his attitude change when she would walk into the room.

“H?” She whispered sleepily. She shouldn’t be awake, but her body had somehow known her hero was home. While Y/N was well aware of his faults and his dangerous job and tendencies? He fiercely protected and cared for her. Provided for her. Gave her a home and a best friend and loved wrapped into one. No one was perfect, but Harry was perfect for her. “Where were you all night?” His stomach twinged with guilt as he pulled her into his chest, large hand cupping the back of her head and keeping her body close to his.

“M’so sorry, angel.” He whispered, pressing multiple kisses to her hairline. “We found one of the rats.” He grumbled, making Y/N freeze. Her head pulled up from his chest and her eyes were a dangerous glint. One that, quite frankly? Made him hard. As soft and gentle as Y/N is, she had come to take Harry and his men as family. You fuck with them? You fuck with her.

“And you took care of it?” Her tone was low, Harry still shocked at how fierce his little angel could be. How protective. She made them cookies and tea and brought sweets to the underground clubs, but was willing to put someone on their ass if they hurt Harry. It was fucking hot.

“Y’know I did, sweet girl. M’always taking care of my people.” He was cut off by her lips pressing to his jaw, her head tucking back into his neck. It was early and she hadn’t slept well. Y/N usually didn’t when it came to Harry being out and doing dangerous things. Her sleep schedule had been the worst it’s been since dating him, but it was the easiest sacrifice to make because she was getting to be in his arms. When he was home?

She got the best sleep of her entire life. Especially after getting dicked down.

“Know you do.” She relaxed, hand running over his broad back. The shirt was slightly damp form his sweat but she didn’t mind. The skin under was hot and it did get her mind going to think about how sexy he looked when he was mad. As long as it wasn’t at her? It went straight to her cunt.

Okay. Maybe even when it was at her. But it was very hard to make him angry at her. He was 100% a pushover for his girl. Y/N was the only one ever allowed to raise her voice at him.

~

The first time it had happened around others, they’d all nearly choked. Harry had ate the last of the cookie butter, which Y/N had been saving. It actually pissed her the fuck off, and not realizing he was in a meeting she had stormed down the hallway with her volume on 10. The girl wasn’t one too raise her voice often, but Harry knew how to push her buttons.

“Harry fucking Styles! You better hope to god you’re busy because I’m going to shove this jar up your ass!” She seethed, the stomping of her feet making everyone’s eyes widen. The men he worked closely with usually had a softer version of her. But it was earlier in the day, not their normal time, and gathered in the office in Harry’s large home.

Harry froze, realizing what it was and winced as he watched the door fly open. There, in all her big shirt, no pants and freshly woken glory was his beautiful Y/N. Empty jar in hand. Her eyes cut around the room but the fury she felt was too deep. This was personal!

Of course, they all were tense because No One talks to Harry Styles in a tone like that and got away with it. The shock that crossed their faces when Harry sheepishly got up and crossed the room, hushing her and trying to approach her like a wounded puppy was pure and utter insanity. The big man who always had a straight face, mean punches that knocked out cold, little regard for most people and took care of many a week was letting his woman talk to him like that.

“M’sorry, baby, I meant to get more but we called an emergency-“ he was cut off by a single hand raising, lips snapping closed as he watched his little love step closer to him.

“If you aren’t ready to go to Trader Joe’s in the next 15 minutes….” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll be cut off.” And Harry knew exactly what that meant.

No sex.

There was no way he was risking that.

“Okay, okay.” He raised his own hands in surrender. “M’gonna finish up. Go get ready, we’ll take the Audi.”

They all learned that day that you didn’t mess with Y/N’s food, and Harry Styles only had one singular weakness.

~

Granted, Harry never was ashamed of it. He always said that his woman was half of his strength. She didn’t need him, but he needed her. Harry loved her so wholly and deeply that he knew that she was it for him. He had bought an engagement ring only 2 months in. So no, he didn’t ever deny it.

If anyone ever tried to use Y/N against him, they ended up in the river. Or in several pieces. He had very little restraint over that, considering all threats he took very, very seriously. The one light in his life was something he kept close, protected, and loved.

“Why don’t we go shower n’then we sleep? Hm? M’sorry to keep you up late, angel.” He puckered his lips down at her to be met with a soft peck, nodding her head at the idea. “And then we can make some ‘brunch’, whatever you call it.”

It got a laugh out of her, so he considered it a win.

“Mhm. If you thought I was letting you into our clean sheets smelling like guns and sweat. It’s sexy for dirty sheets but I’m simply too tired. Got the new ones I got online too.” She sighed, playfully teasing him because she knew it would get him to smile. He saw horrors every day, and if she could get some silliness in him it would lessen his stress.

“Oi. Don’t be callin’ me smelly, little girl.” He pinched her cheek, obnoxious kissing her mouth. “Better get your ass up there and get naked so we can pass out. M’Gonna need those pretty hands helping me wash, I fear… I’m a dead man walking.” He was dramatic, obviously overtired and it got a giggle from her.

“In your dreams, Mafia Man. Let’s move.”

“You’re right, I do dream about that.”

#writing #harry styles one shot #jarofstyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #mafia harry #mafiarry #mafia Harry styles #gangrry #gang!harry #gang Harry styles #blurb #blurbs #fluff blurbs #Harry Styles blurbs

[kaveehs]

OMGG can u do a first argument hc with gojo x intovert! reader pls i love ur writings

jealous!gojo who uses the dangers of your relationship as an excuse to control you and who you talk to? (is what you think but oh lawd the layers to his fear is worse than you thought) :’((

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

♫ NOW PLAYING…

. . . IFHY — TYLER THE CREATOR:

Implied JJK manga spoilers (more specifically volume 9), Implied mention of Riko and Getou, gender neutral reader, angst, wc 600+, possessive behavior, arguing, reader and gojo are in college, gojo has unaddressed abandonment issues, not proofread

a/n: i originally was gonna go a different route with this but i finally purchased my physical copy of volume 9 so i couldn’t really resist, it still makes me saur sad to think about </3

He knew full well how dangerous getting into a relationship would be since you got together in high school.

The line of work you shared was not kind to love,

And Gojo knew with his status, people could very well try to use you as leverage to get him to do harmful things.

So in turn, he was very protective of you.

At first, you were understanding. To you, it was just a way to protect your love for each other.

But then, it started to get too much for you by the time you both got to college.

After the incident, after he lost someone he cared about.

He would keep an eye on you at all times, tell you who you should and shouldn’t talk to, and where you could and couldn’t go.

It started to take a toll on you, and when you brought it up to him, he would say the same thing over and over again.

“I’m just trying to protect us.”

But in truth he was becoming unhealthily possessive.

He was becoming controlling, as if he wanted you to be a doll.

The worst it got was when he told you not to talk to anyone that he doesn’t know at all, as if that was something he had to worry about.

And when he didn’t want you to go anywhere local without him.

This is what finally made you snap.

“Satoru, what exactly are you afraid of, losing me or losing control of me,” you yelled in reply to his request.

He had never seen you so frustrated at him before, and raising your voice was also foreign to him.

“What are you talking about,” his tone sounded so innocent, as if he couldn’t know what you mean at all.

This angered you more than anything.

“It’s to protect you—”

“This is too far and you know it, Gojo. You’re being controlling,” you cut off his sentence.

His heart dropped when you called him by his last name. He knew how upset you were with him.

“You know how many dangerous people there are? And how they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you if it meant getting to me,” he got up from his seat, his presence towering your own.

“Of course I know. But this isn’t the way to go about this,” you scoff. “You were never like this before, is this because of jealousy?”

You were right. He was’t jealous, he didn’t necessarily have a reason to be. But what he was doing to you wasn’t right, it was mean. It was cruel. It was unnecessary.

He was so afraid of losing you.

But he couldn’t admit it to you.

“I get you’re scared, but you can’t control me like I’m nothing but your puppet,” your voice cracked.

When you looked into his eyes, they were sad, and dark.

He didn’t say anything for a while. He only stood with his thoughts in silence.

“Gojo,” you called out to him. There was a hint of worry in your voice.

Then he finally broke his silence.

“I’m sorry, just please,” he paused and took a deep breath. He thought about his past at that moment. “Please be safe.”

“I promise I will. You can trust me.”

Your words momentarily give him a sense of security. He knew he couldn’t keep you locked in his cage of protection forever.

But he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what happened to her. And what that did to him, his best friend.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo angst #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #getou suguru #riko amanai deserved better #well they all do really deserve better #☽ rena writes — angst

[jjuzoir]

Blue Hour | Sanzu Haruchiyo

synopsis: It’s at 4AM that Sanzu suddenly realizes how much you mean to him.

word count: 1676

event: #𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 𝐌𝐄⁉

a/n: sanzu has been sober for almost a year now, possible OOC (i can’t write mean men, i’m sorry (TT)) also he might be a bit OOC but personally… there’s also allusions to alcoholism and him thinking about relapsing into alcohol, also! he’s unhealthy dependent on you (i kinda want to write a second part where he learns to not rely on you for his self worth). it’s definitely something new for me – idk if i’m the happiest ever with this but… it’s been 3 days w/ no update and it’s ~ s t r e s s i n g ~

Sanzu Haruchiyo had little to no fears – at least, that’s what he liked to believe, and he did so for many years.

But then you came into his life and became someone precious to him, and what was he supposed to do the more you cemented yourself deeper in his heart? The more time you two spent together, the more he fell deeper in love with you, the more Sanzu couldn’t imagine a life without you. And just like that, the once fearless gang member now had something that made his blood run cold:

Losing you.

Unlike Mikey, you weren’t used to gang fights – you weren’t weak, he knew that (and he’d spent countless hours teaching you how to defend yourself in case of any emergency), but what if someone pulled a knife? What if it was a three against one situation? What if they ambushed you? Gangs didn’t always fight fairly, there was a high chance you’d get hurt. And no matter how many times you assured him you’d learnt the best ways to take of yourself, that you began carrying the pepper spray and army knife he’d gifted you, he could never bring himself to stray too far from you. You were far too precious to him and he hated how much he’d grown dependent on you – you had him completely wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even seem to notice or misuse the power that brought.

Behind the stone cold mask he’d wear lay an ever flowing fountain of love and adoration for you, even if it didn’t seem like it from the outside looking in, Sanzu had sworn to protect and love you as long as you’d allow him to.

There was already the risk of you getting hurt because of his line of work, he was a gang member and you were a civilian – you had a part time job and went to school meanwhile he was out there getting into fights and threatening people with knifes, you had never been in a brawl before (he’d have a heart attack if he ever heard you had been in one). And, as if all that wasn’t enough – as if the possibility of you dying because of him – there’s always the risks of normal relationships; like the chance you’d break it off, get tired of him and the danger he brought into your life.

And in a sick way, one that disgusted him very much, he thinks that’d be worse than you dying – because it’d mean that he wasn’t enough for you, it meant that you had finally realized you deserved better and that he couldn’t give you the life you deserved – instead, he could only assure you an uncertain future by his side. You’d done so much for him, helped him get clean, helped regain some semblance of confidence and love for himself, in many ways: you’d helped build him back up.

He was selfish, he felt as if he truly didn’t deserve you, you were kind and warm – like the sun, you’d become essential in his life, and still he tried so desperately to keep you by his side, unwilling to share the warmth you radiated.

And so he’d always do his best to be around you trying to make sure you were safe, because god forbid anything happen to you because he wasn’t there.

With all of that in mind, it’s no surprise Sanzu woke up in a cold sweat the moment he dreamed of you not only leaving him for a no name, a faceless figure that seemed to encapsulate everything he couldn’t give you but that you’d deserved, but dying too, making him watch helplessly as your life slipped through his fingers leaving him broken once again.

As if one of his worst fears wasn’t enough, his brain decided to torture him and make him feel as if the world was ending in front of him. The months of bottled up feelings of uncertainty and fear caught up to him, ambushing him as he stood helpless.

His sight was hazy but he didn’t care as he stumbled out of bed, his steps unsteady as he tried to calm himself – if he wasn't so drunk on the thought of you being hurt he would have made a beeline to a whiskey bottle and drowned himself in it. Instead, he made his way to his closet, pulled out the first jacket he saw and bolted to find his bike to check up on you. He knew it was unreasonable, it was four in the morning and you were asleep – plus, there’s no way you’d ever leave him, neither in life nor death, you’d said as much so many times in an attempt to calm his fears but it never seemed to calm him down for long because “what if”’s were making him doubt your words.

But what if he went over and found another body in your bed? What if someone broke into your house and all he found was your body in your bed? And what if it was an “all of the above” scenario? What was he supposed to do then, live life without you? The thought made him feel sick, he felt sick – maybe he was sick.

Sanzu was at your house in record time and he didn’t waste a minute using the spare keys you had given him and running to your room to check up on you, his hands trembled – he doesn’t remember ever being so scared in life; not when he was in the dock with Mucho, not when he found out Toman would disband, not when he witnessed Mikey ruin himself and succumb to whatever the hell was going on in his head, never in his life – a pathetic excuse of a life – had he ever been so scared and he wanted to laugh that it was because of a nightmare but he couldn’t bring himself to find it funny.

His eyes scan your house and he finds nothing amiss, it looks the same and it smells the same, it feels the same but why isn’t it enough to make him feel sane?

He tries his best to not make a sound, something he’s usually very good at, but tonight he wasn’t able to suppress the relieved gasp that left his mouth when he caught sight of your sleeping body. It’s as he’s watching your chest rise and fall that he begins to realize how desperate he’d been, running from one corner of Tokyo to the other to check up on you based on a stupid nightmare… He shakes his head, combing his fingers through his hair before taking off his jacket and making his way next to you in bed.

Why should it matter – why should he matter? You’re safe, you’re there and you’re safe and you’re alive and he sees you sleeping in his shirt and you’re alive and you’re still his; he’s still yours.

“Hmm, Haru?” You woke up, voice groggy from sleep, “What are you… doing?”

“…”

“Why are you even here?” A yawn interrupts your sentence, “It’s like… three in the morning…?”

“Shh, it’s… it’s nothing, I… just go to sleep, I’ll tell you in the morning.” He assured you, a layer of guilt in his tone – he didn’t mean to wake you up but, what if…

“Come on, Haru,” you nudge, sitting up from your sleeping position, resting your your weight against your forearms – the moonlight that seeped through the windows tinted the room in blue, painting your features in cold tones but your eyes (which were puffy from having just woken up, a sight that had him unconsciously softening his gaze) held warmth –, “if you came here from your place… it can’t possibly be nothing.”

A pin could have been dropped and it would’ve echoed through the walls like a scream, he counts ten heartbeats before he speaks again.

“Do you love me?” He asked, his eyes held a vulnerability that normally wasn’t there – if ever, and you’re left moment speechless from both his words and tone.

“Of course I do,” you reach out a hesitant hand to caress the face of your lover, “Why would you ever think otherwise?”

“So, you’d never… leave me?” His hand now rested on top of your own, his eyes closed as if he was trying to commit to memory your presence – your love – by touch alone; just in case.

“No, baby,” you smile sadly, “I’d never leave you, I love you too much.”

He didn’t answer, crystal blue eyes shut tight as a single tear slipped from under them, “Thank god” – you think you hear him mumble.

Calloused hands reach up and pull you down, tucking your head under Sanzu’s chin as he now holds you close; you feel him tremble slightly as your arms slowly wrap around your boyfriend. You don’t bring it up, he normally wasn’t this vulnerable and if he didn’t want you to see him like this yet, then you’d wait; instead, you’d hold him close, hoping that maybe if you did, he’d realize how much he meant to you too. You so desperately wanted to ask what was going on, wonder why the normally composed man in front of you seemed to be crumbling in your arms.

“I love you so much.” The silence is broken by three simple words.

“And I love you.”

If you were the sun then he’d be the moon, only able to shine with you by his side, like the moon depends on the sun; Sanzu Haruchiyo depends on you – you were one of the few things in his life that made him feel alive and safe–, he notes, and he doesn’t mind – he can’t bring himself to mind, not when it was under this blue hour that he realized, he didn’t mind being afraid if it meant he could love you.

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[yandere-caesar]

Black Tourmaline- Does the yandere want to protect darling or harm them?

Do you have a list of who you think would?

Sure! But I feel like some of them would fall into some other categories so I will include that too. Something to note too is that I can see some of the protective yanderes possibly hurting darling as punishment or under certain circumstances, but I am going with only characters that would get some kind of enjoyment out of harming darling specifically for the harm list. Also I wasn’t sure what characters you wanted for this so I just wrote everyone I could think of.

WARNING: mentions of noncon, forced pregnancy, unhealthy relationships, violence, death, abuse, slimes eating things, dismemberment, Jojolion spoilers, and yandere themes

Wants to harm darling:

Secco and Cioccolata- Kind of an obvious one. This is kind of their whole thing. They probably won’t kill their darling because it would end their fun, but any other way of making them suffer isn’t off the table.

Diavolo- He is one of the yanderes that might actually end up killing his darling due to paranoia and wouldn't even feel bad about it.

Melone- Would do it for sexual reasons of some kind. Also would probably force a darling that can to get pregnant to do so against their will.

The D'Arby brothers: Both of them would want darling's soul or at least want the threat of taking it hanging over them. They think it's cute when their darling is scared like this.

Mariah: Definitely has a sadistic side and might use her stand on her darling for fun or to mess with them.

Rubber Soul: Another yandere that thinks it's cute when darling is scared of him. He might put some of Yellow Temperance on them but withdraw it before it can do anything lethal. He would taunt them the entire time.

Hazamada: He would also hurt darling for sexual reasons. It would help him feel better about himself and he would get off on the power trip.

Terunosuke Miyamoto: Canonically sadistic and his entire stand is based around fear.

Illuso: I see him as sadistic.

Gwess: Also sadistic. Loves to watch her darling beg for mercy in a cute voice though, which might make her go easier on them.

Donatello: He would get some satisfaction taking things out on his darling.

Thunder McQueen: He would want his darling to die with him.

Tamaki Damo: He likes lording over people and seems kind of sadistic to me.

Miraschon: Would probably love to see her darling lose everything they possibly can and have that look of despair on their face when it's all gone.

Tamami Kobayashi: Has no problem hurting his darling and probably gets some kind of satisfaction from it.

Andre Boomboom: He's just a little bitch.

Lisa Lisa: Would probably be darling's hamon coach and would see it as a sign that she is challenging them. She wouldn’t hesitate to harm her darling or put them in danger if it means they are learning something. She would step in if it was getting out of hand though.

Joshu: He would sexually abuse his darling and he is a REALLY horrible person in general.

Rohan: I can see him having a sadistic side and wanting to put his darling in their place even if they are doing everything they can to make him happy.

Aya: Kind of similarly to Lisa Lisa, I think she would be the kind of yandere to hurt her darling if it meant bettering them in some way and would be happy to do it for this reason.

Akira: Another yandere that would think darling is cute when they are scared.

Magent Magent: Would probably hurt his darling just for fun.

Kaato: Is not above harming her darling and takes satisfaction in putting them in their place, but also takes satisfaction in it because she sees it as bettering them.

Keicho: Enjoys hurting darling because of the power trip it gives him, but tries to justify it with an excuse every time. Maybe darling wasn’t doing the dishes the right way. Or maybe they took a second to come downstairs when he called them.

Ojiro Sasame: Extremely sadistic. He would get off to bringing his darling as close to dying as possible without killing them.

Scarlet Valentine: Canonically sadistic.

Jolyne: Likes hurting darling because she sees their fear as a way to make sure they stay. If darling is too scared to leave then they won’t leave her, right?

Mike O: Would preemptively hurt his darling to show them how harshly he can punish them.

Daiya: Uh.....I don’t think I even have to explain this one.

Wants to protect Darling:

Jonathan: He never wants to see his darling get hurt. Extremely protective. It would take extreme circumstances to even make him think of hurting darling and he wouldn't even punish them with anything that isn't putting up more locks and things to keep them in.

Speedwagon: He would do anything to protect darling and would follow them around and stalk them to keep them safe.

Will Zeppeli: Would manipulate his darling, but would never even dream of laying a finger on them.

Dire: Loves darling too much to hurt them.

Straizo: Wouldn't even feed on his darling after he becomes a vampire.

Erina: Same as Jonathan. Even as yanderes these two just be like that.

Joseph: Seeing his darling being unhappy makes him upset. He would lock them away, but he would make sure he takes care of them.

Norisuke: One of the more lenient yanderes. He will punish his darling at some point if they push him far enough, but does not want to cause them harm. He is fine with hurting anyone that gets too close to darling however.

Prosciutto: He will boss darling around and threaten them, but wouldn’t want physical harm to come to them. He sees it as his job to protect them and take care of them even if he is mean to them while doing it.

Pesci: Wants a happy loving relationship with darling and would feel horrible if something happened to them.

FF: Again, loves darling too much to hurt them even if she doesn’t really understand it.

Giorno: Doesn’t want to harm darling and has no reason to. It’s almost impossible for darling to really escape him after all.

Mista: He will threaten to hurt his darling, but he would never act on it. Even if he tries to the bullets would refuse to let any harm come to them and would give away how he really feels.

Caesar: He is protective to the point where every else who tries to get too close to darling just seems to....vanish suddenly.

Karera: An extremely clingy and possessive yandere, but she would never want to hurt her darling.

Kars: He probably sees darling as fragile and helpless even if they aren't.

Whamu: Will do anything to protect the person he loves.

Esidisi: Just like Joseph, he doesn't like seeing his darling upset. He will also keep them close at all times and never let them out of his sight.

Santana: Has no reason to hurt his darling but every reason to hurt people he feels threatened by because they are getting to close to something that belongs to him.

Hato: She is fiercely protective of her darling to the point where she is paranoid.

Jogngalli A.: His darling is everything to him and he could never hurt them. He would keep them with him constantly so that he could have them for support, but also to make sure nothing happens to them.

Okuyasu: Would never hurt his darling, but would fight anyone who he sees as a threat and The Hand is still a powerful stand despite it’s user.

Suzie Q: Will kill anyone who is a threat to her relationship with a smile, but will be a sweetheart to her darling.

Jotaro: Would only hurt his darling as a last resort and even then he would feel extremely guilty. He will completely isolate them from the outside world though and might attack or kill people that even so much as think of finding them. Anyone who actually does manage to hurt his darling is pretty much dead.

Kei: Her main goal is to protect her darling. While she will hurt her darling as a last resort, she really doesn’t want to do it.

Polnareff: A himbo simp.

Vanilla Ice: Void simp.

Weather Report: Has no desire to hurt his darling at all.

Tonio: He just wants to make his darling happy and cook good food for them even if he has to protect them from everything.

Hol Horse: Wouldn't hurt someone he cares about but wouldn't hesitate to shoot the competition if he needs to.

Yuya: He loves all his partners and would do anything to keep them safe! Darling is no exception to this.

Holy (part 8): Sees her darling as an object that she wants to keep to herself, but because of this wouldn’t want to accidentally “break them”.

Hat Josuke (part 8): Would never try to hurt his darling, but wouldn’t show any mercy to people that want to.

Mikitaka: He would do everything he can to make his darling love him, but would never resort to hurting them, especially when he has ways to restrain them without causing them harm.

N'Doul: Darling probably caught his attention by being kind to him in some way, so he will replay that with undying devotion.

Koichi: Doesn’t want to hurt darling at all but isn’t above stalking them and trying to isolate them.

Holy (part 3): An EXTREMELY manipulative yandere, but she mostly just wants to take care of her darling.

Rikiel: Harming is darling would be a horrible thing to do and he would do everything he could to keep darling with him without hurting them. He might if he was forced into it, but only if he tried everything else first and he would try to make it up to them later in some way.

Oingo: He doesn't want anything bad to happen to darling. Even if he means he has to trick some people.

Anubis: Since his darling is probably his user, he quite literally wants them to use him to protect themselves and will gleefully make his darling cut down anyone that disrespects them.

Pucci: He either worships his darling or feels extremely protective of them. Either way he would never let harm come to them.

Imposter Captain Tennile: While he will lie to his darling, he won't hurt them. Blue Moon will probably follow darling around like a lost puppy and will bite people that come too close.

Steely Dan: Will make his darling watch as he hurts the people around them that "got in the way of what they have" and will make them cut everyone out of their life, but won't try to cause them any physical harm.

Cameo: I see him as yet another simp for some reason. Idk he just gives off those vibes.

Midler: So protective that she will kill everyone around darling so that they can be together and live happily without any problems.

Formaggio: He might think it’s funny to shrink darling and put them in a bottle so that they can’t leave, but he wouldn’t actually hurt them. He might threaten them, but he probably wouldn’t act on it.

Chaka: While he is paranoid and constantly on edge, he wants to make sure his darling is ok.

Squalo and Tiziano: Neither of them want to hurt darling and neither of them have any reason to. After all, they can’t go and get help if Talking Head won’t let them.

Diego: Darling is the only person he has left. He would die for them.

Yasuho: More of a stalker yandere, but will do everything she can to keep her darling safe.

Bruno: Will do anything to keep his darling safe and seeing them get hurt would break his heart. This can make him paranoid though and he is not above unzipping darling’s limbs to make sure they don’t try to leave. What if something happened to them?!

Dolomite: He just wants to have a happy life alone with darling. He wouldn’t want to do anything to cause them harm or upset them.

Blackmore: He will do anything for the person he loves, even if it means killing anyone who might possibly hurt them.

Josuke: I actually don’t think he would hurt his darling even with his healing abilities. He just doesn’t seem like someone that would like seeing his darling in pain even if that pain doesn’t last very long. But he wouldn’t be above nearly killing anyone that gets in his way before bringing them back from the brink with Crazy Diamond and possibly disfiguring them out of rage.

Aisho Dainenjiyama: Genuinely loves his darling. He would get really upset if they were hurt.

L.A. Boomboom: He wouldn’t even think of hurting his darling and he could probably use his stand to immobilize them without harming them.

Gyro: Will mostly be trying to win darling over and get them to love him. He doesn’t want to harm them unless he absolutely has to and he won’t enjoy it.

Mitsuba: She is too scared that her darling will leave her to hurt them.

A. Phex Brothers: Wouldn’t hurt their darling but also wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that gets in their way.

Doppio: He loves his darling so much that he is even willing to protect them from the Boss if he needs to. This will probably be done by trying to talk Diavolo down though and if the two of them have fallen for the same person, this might actually prevent Diavolo from killing them if/when he gets paranoid. Well...might anyway. But on the flip side he is really hard to escape from because he seems to always know when his darling is trying to leave and he is easy to develop stockholm syndrome for because of how well he treats his darling.

Trish: Probably wouldn’t hurt her darling. She would be more likely to resort to other means to keep them with her.

Wu: He is a cautious, manipulative, and paranoid yandere. He will slowly try to remove things from his darling’s life that might be hurting them or causing distress and will go to any length to do this. But it’s all to protect his darling and even if they find out what he is doing, he still wouldn’t hurt them.

Fugo: I actually don’t think he would enjoy hurting his darling. He might do it by accident, but he would feel horrible about it afterwards and hate himself.

Mountain Tim: He would never hurt the person he loves and would prefer to use his stand to tie them up.

Josefumi: Is very devoted to his darling’s well being and wouldn’t hurt them.

Jobin: His darling is one of the most important things in his life and he would resort to pretty much anything to make sure they are safe.

Anasui: THE KING OF SIMPS.

Both:

Avdol: He doesn't actively try to hurt darling, but he can't help how beautiful they are when he's using fire to restrain them. He will get really flustered and apologize as he treats their burns later.

Kakyoin: He wouldn't go out of his way to hurt darling and would ideally want them to love him back and be a perfect partner, but he would also enjoy watching them squirm as Hierophant forces itself inside their body as punishment. He might even get off to it while darling is forced to watch. He is also violently protective and has no problem killing anyone that he sees as a threat. Definitely one of the more terrifying yanderes for anyone that tries to approach darling or help them.

Narancia: He is more likely to hurt people around him than his darling, but if they piss him off enough he isn’t above doing it and wouldn’t be sad about it if it means darling just spends more time with him while they recover.

It depends:

Urban Guerrilla: Another canonically sadistic character, but only to humans. I don't think he would ever hurt his darling if they were another Rock Human. If they were another rock human, he would put them on a pedestal and worship them.

Dio: He is less likely to hurt an innocent or loyal darling that has gotten him to really open up and will be fiercely protective of them. But if his darling is more defiant and goes against him, he would be extremely sadistic and revel in absolutely breaking them in any way he can.

Kira: He would probably be tempted to take darling's hands off of their body at some point, but might not act on it since he can just kidnap them if they are extremely important to him and he is sure he won't get caught. He would prefer a quiet domestic life after all.

Ringo: He would probably have the desire to duel his darling, but would never act on it because he also doesn't want to lose them.

Risotto: He won’t hurt an obedient darling for any reason and will do whatever he can to keep them safe, but has no issues with punishing a disobedient one and it gives him an excuse to pick up his darling and carry them while they are recovering from the iron loss.

Miu Miu: If her darling is good she will be caring and kind to them. She will also give them warnings before using violence. But if they still continue to act out after that, she won’t hesitate to hurt them and will be ruthless until she thinks they have learned their lesson and will want to hurt them as much as she can.

Hot Pants: Another very vindictive yandere. If darling goes against her she will punish them harshly and take satisfaction in it, but they need to actually give her a reason to.

Wants darling to hurt them:

Abbacchio: Won’t hurt his darling and won’t even try to fight back if they hurt him after he locks them in without any escape. He will just sit there and take it. He knows what he’s doing is wrong and he deserves it. But he just can’t lose anyone else. Maybe if darling hurts him enough he might be able to forgive himself.

Devo: Wants his darling to hurt him because he is a masochist and will bait them into doing it constantly.

Other:

Ungalo: Doesn't really know WTF he is doing or what he wants aside from the fact that he wants darling.

Toru: A master at manipulation. He wants darling to fall right into his hands of their own free will. Once he has them he will keep them safe from everything while never even letting them know. He would prefer it if his darling never finds out what is going on behind the scenes. That being said, if this plan falls apart and darling starts poking around too much, Wonder of U is a pretty nasty stand and it will activate on it's own. It isn't that Tooru is trying to hurt them, but he is indifferent to it if they brought it on themselves by being too nosy. He doesn't want to hurt darling, but he also doesn't care if they accidentally get hurt either.

Yukako: Canonically has no problem with hurting her darling, but it doesn’t seem like she would resort to this if her darling does as they are told and hurting her darling doesn’t seem like one of her goals really, just a means to an end.

Ghiaccio: Won’t feel guilty if he hurts darling, but also just gets annoyed that they won’t listen to him and he doesn’t exactly enjoy it either.

Johnny: Like Toru, he likes to rely on manipulation to keep darling from leaving. He will use every trick in the book from gaslighting to guilt tripping. He is very effective with this, but if for some reason it isn’t enough he also won’t hesitate to injure his darling so they can’t escape anymore. He will be cold and indifferent about it at this point.

Wekapipo: Might use Wrecking Ball on his darling if they are trying to escape, but would probably try to make sure it doesn’t hurt them too much beyond giving them left-half ataxia. It’s debatable how much this counts as harm, but he would be indifferent to it.

Mamezuku: Very cold about everything including his darling, Will hurt them if he has to and feel absolutely nothing, but won’t really enjoy it either.

Dr Ferdinand: Probably wouldn’t harm his darling, but might turn them into a dinosaur for a while to stop them from leaving if he has to.

Yoshikage Kira (part 8): Will harm his darling, but again will do so in a very cold and matter of fact way. He doesn’t really feel anything when he does it.

Yotsuyu Yagiyama: He is willing to resort to anything to get his darling to stay with him and while this includes hurting them, I don’t think he would really enjoy it.

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

A Touch of Color

Pairing(s): Margaery Tyrell x Stark!Reader, Renly Baratheon x Loras Tyrell

Warnings: ned stark’s remains, cuckolding, femxfem, cheating

Words: 1913

Summary: If Renly was to have a lover, then Margaery wanted one as well. And she decided that it just had to be the visiting (y/n) Stark.

“Where have you been?”

Halting in the middle of your dark tent, you slowly turn to face the scowl of your mother as you pulled back your hood to reveal your startled expression. Bright blue eyes nearly glowed as Catelyn secures the flap of your shred tent. Even your direwolf Storm cowered slightly behind you as your lady mother reprimanded the both of you.

“I was just getting acquainted with Renly’s troops. If we want them as allies for Robb, one must go out there and play the part of politician.” Guilt was eminent as you told her a partial lie. Having been at Renly’s camp for a couple of days, this was the first time Catelyn had stayed awake to catch you sneaking in.

Eyes follow Storm’s large body as she settles in on the ground, laying her massive head on her paws. Meeting her sunburst eyes, Storm nervously switched her attention to a foreign chest that you had not noticed before. Her whine lets you know that something wasn’t right about it.

Your mother grabs your arm and pulls you further into the tent. “Regardless, it’s dangerous to be gallivanting out there. Even with Storm, you need to be more careful.” Her fingers were tense as they clawed into the fabric of your sleeve. Fear had been Cat’s constant companion as of late. Understandably so, there was much to fear. With your sisters being held captive in King’s Landing, your father’s beheading, and being forced to leave behind a crippled Bran was all too much for her to bare. It was inconsiderate of you to run off without letting her know. You were still young and she was ever the worried mother.

Relenting with a gentle sigh, you grab her hands so that they would stop gripping your arm. “Forgive me mother. But no one would dare to harm me. I’m as much of a warrior as Robb is. Plus we are their guests. Renly has been more than generous to us.”

When had she aged so much? Suddenly the weariness of all the recent events catches up to her as she slumps down on to the edge of the bed. Dark shadows plagued the bottom of her eyes, staring down at her bandaged hand that still bore the wound from the Valyrian dagger that had been meant for Bran.

Still, Catelyn Stark was still a beauty for her age. You hoped to age as gracefully as your mother, with her soft pale skin and high cheekbones you would be so lucky as to look half as regal.

Tired eyes invite you to take a seat beside her. “Petyr Baelish paid me a visit earlier today.”

A serpent squirmed in the pit of your stomach. Instead of a mockingbird, Baelish should have taken the slug as his sigil. “What did he want?” It was then you noticed how red and puffy Cat’s eyes were. She was a strong woman, but when pushed she proved to be only mortal.

She pointed to the chest that Storm kept a wary eye on. Aided by a quivering voice, she said “He wanted to try and get back in my good graces. With. . .” Her hand trembled slightly, not even able to finish her sentence.

You knew you would regret asking. But you needed her to confirm your fear. “What’s in it?” You sounded so small, so scared.

“Your father.”

Margaery held you close to her chest, still humming a sweet song to you. You inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. You just couldn’t be in the same tent where your father’s remains were. To be reminded of the horrible fate he had. Such an honorable and good man put to death like he was any other kind of cut-throat. It pained you to think of the way he died.

When the sun rose, you and Storm left as soon as possible. Making sure to be quiet as death and out of sight, you made your way to the safety of Margaery’s embrace. Into her slim arms that felt like they could protect you from everything. It had never been your intent when you first met Renly’s queen to take her on as your lover in such a short amount of time. When war was eminent and your life uncertain, you couldn’t afford to waste a single minute. As Margaery had assured you many times, her marriage to Renly was one of convenience. His bedmate was Margaery’s brother Loras. It was only fair that she take a lover of her own. Margaery made it very clear that she wanted that lover to be you.

Storm stood guard, ears perked and carefully listened to what was going on outside. Margaery had grown quite fond of the direwolf, often trying to treat her like an overgrown lapdog. And your direwolf wasn’t completely against being doted on in such a way. It made Storm more than happy to see Margaery.

Margaery’s fingers entangle themselves in your mass of black hair. She adored your wild curls, it was the first thing that grabbed Margaery’s attention when you and your mother had first arrived in the middle of Brienne of Tarth’s match with Loras Tyrell. The large woman successfully earned a place in Renly’s Rainbow Guard and you had won over Margaery’s interest. Truth be told people always recognized Storm first. Margaery claimed you were equally as terrifying as your direwolf. You took that as an immense compliment. In your brother’s own army, the men still viewed you as a noble lady who shouldn’t be playing with knives. They argued constantly with your brother when he insisted bringing you into battle. Northern men were so stubborn and stuck in their ways.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about Lord Baelish’s visit. I didn’t think it was that important. . . I thought-”

You traced your index finger between her breasts; beautiful skin that she possessed. ��There’s no need for your apologies.” Dragging your finger pad down the plane of her torso. “It is Lord Baelish who should be apologizing. Down on his knees with Storm at his throat.”

Margaery purrs and stretches beside you showing off the slight hint of her ribs below her full breasts. “My direwolf arouses me when she is bloodthirsty.”

You giggle and roll onto your belly to watch her as she lounged in her Myrish silk sheets. “Me being bloodthirsty isn’t the only thing that arouses your Grace.”

She nods in acknowledgement, her cheeks were still lively with a pink hue. Long brown hair cascades over her shoulders to cover her pert nipples. Margaery was a goddess among mortal women. “You just know what I like.” She cups your cheek, letting it slide down to the soft skin of your neck. Margaery leans in, lips descending upon exposed skin. The Stormlands proved to be cold this time of year. Not as cold as the north, but cold enough to where most of your clothes had a high collar. Turned out to work in your advantage as it hid the bite marks which Margaery gifted you. Bright red tokens of her affections that you were forced to conceal. There were already rumors around the camp of Renly and Loras. You didn’t want to fan the flames with your own scandalous relationship.

Sensing that you were still upset with what had happened with your mother, Margaery sits up. “He’s still here. Would you like me to arrest him? I can have him brought to you and he shall taste your wrath.”

It was touching that she was willing to go to such lengths for you, someone she had just met a few days ago.

Her face was so serious too that you knew if you were to give your consent, she would immediately carry out the order. You knew your mother wouldn’t want that though. Baelish would always be her childhood friend who she always considered a brother. It was definitely tempting especially when you thought back to the chest where your father’s remains were.

“I appreciate the offer, but I must refuse.”

Leaning toward you, petal pink lips hover against your waiting ones. “Give me the word if you change your mind.” With that she kisses and prances off the bed to fetch her clothes. You had to start getting dressed too. Her hand maids might be in at any minute to help their queen get ready for the day.

Passing by Storm, Margaery stops and pets the top of Storm’s head. “Pretty girl, what do you desire for breakfast? Mutton? I can arrange to get you a whole deer.”

Not wanting Storm to grow accustomed to being treated like a princess, you stand from the bed and already pulling up your underskirts. “Storm can go and fetch her own meal. I don’t want her to forget how to hunt and grow fat.”

“Let me spoil her. You and your mother will be leaving soon, correct?”

“Yes. My brother is waiting for me to return.” You made yourself appear busy by dressing yourself. You didn’t want to look at her. Not when her voice was so soft.

She was by far the best lover you had ever taken. You would miss her come the time you would leave the Stormlands and return to your brother’s side. Before Margaery, you had never taken the same sex to bed; never even occured for you to do so. Women definitely made better lovers than any man. Or at least Margaery made love better than anyone you had been with.

When her hand maids arrived, they were startled by the presence of Storm. Tiptoeing around her, they made their way to Margaery and started to get her presentable for King Renly.

“I will take my leave then, Your Grace.” They were getting her into a hand crafted cerulean gown. You had to leave if she was about to be undressed.

“Lady Stark.” Her voice was enough to stop your heart from beating as well. Hesitantly you turn your head to look over your curls. Handmaids pause in their work, eyes down but ears alert. “I would like to invite you to stay in King Renly’s entourage with me.”

You read her real words in those sweet doe eyes. “Stay with me. Don’t go back to your brother.”

Putting on your most gracious face, you lightheartedly giggle. “Oh Your Grace, as much as I would like to stay a day longer my brother requires my presence.”

“Anytime then. Whenever you are in need of a home, please feel free to seek us out.” Her smile leads to deception, something her maids didn’t pick up on. She was an amazing actress, your Margery. “My home will always be open to you, my lady.”

For the first time in your life, you wanted to forsake your family. To stay with Margaery was utter temptation, one that you so desperately wanted to indulge.

All that your father died for resurfaced in your mind. Honor, Integrity, Loyalty. . .

Your smile hurt. “Thank you, Your Grace. I will keep that in mind.”

Quickly you turn and hurry out of her tent, your face warm and eyes near blinded by tears.

You didn’t want this to be the last time you saw Margaery. You would stay alive enough to win the war against Joffrey and see her once again.

You would survive for the one touch of color in your life. For the golden rose that made you warm.

#game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fanfiction #margaery tyrell #margaery tyrell x reader #margaery tyrell x you #margaery tyrell fanfiction

[redheadspark]

requesting twice bc your writing is amazing!

“you don't understand. i need you safe. not because i don't think you can handle yourself but because i can't focus on anything else if there's even the smallest possibility you're in danger.” and “you can't get all worked up every time something happens to me. that's just life. you're not always gonna be able to protect me from it.” with benedict?! he needs some love and im obsessed w him rn! 😍💗

Have Faith

Summary: Benedict has some fears for the safety of his pregnant wife and unborn child.

Warnings: A hint of angst but mostly fluff

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“I’m telling you, darling,  There is nothing to worry about,”

“You said you’ve felt pain!  That seems like worry to me,”

You huffed and placed your stitching on the end table and eyed your husband as he was pacing back and forth in the parlor of your small cottage home, a lot of worry was etched on his face and in his stance.  In any other situation, your husband would laugh it off and calmly say it was nothing to fret or worry over.  

But not then, not when you were heavily pregnant and complaining on feeling some pains.

You two were married for two years before you found yourself pregnant. After getting married, both yourself and Benedict wanted to have children, but not right away.  Of course, it was a shock and a hint of a scandal amongst yoru two families, why you weren’t wishing for babies right away.  But for the pair of you, it was merely simple: you wanted to enjoy your time together as a newly married couple.  Benedict was finishing his time in art school and wanted to complete it before any children would come into the picture, and you supported that decision whole heartedly.  You did want children, even a big family, and with Benedict because you knew deep down he would be a fantastic father.  He was already an amazing Uncle to Anthony and Kate’s child, not to mention Simon and Daphne’s children too.  He doted on his niece and nephew, playing with him for hours on end and showing them the basic painting steps on his easel.  SO to picture him with one of his own children seemed like the best dream ever, and now it was going to be a reality.

But you never thought your aloof and adventurous husband was going to be a nervous wreck.

“Benedict, I assure you it is not time for our child to come yet,” You reassured him as you placed your hand on your swollen belly, rearranging the dress you were wearing since you were perched on your bed, “The doctor told us I have another month until our baby is due to arrive,”

“Babies can some sooner the expected,” Benedict countered back in a groan, his packing on the floor made you think of a caged animal or someone with worry in their bones.  This was not like your husband, not the fun and care are man you fell in love with at one of the balls.  He was such a light in the ballroom, admiring the artwork on the wall more than than the eligible ladies that were looking for suitors.  He spotted you when you were mingling with some of the other ladies in the corner of the room, the both of your eyes meeting.

It was needless to say that it was love at first sight.

“Darling, please come over and sit with me,” You urged him, holding out your hand to Benedict.  He sighed, seeing you perched on the bed and he reluctantly walked over to drop un ceremoniously on the edge of the bed, right next to you. There was worry all over his face, it was clearly evident as you sighed and gave him a sweet smile.  Benedict was someone who was never meant to have a scowl on his face, nor anger.  He was always a bright and shining star in your eyes and the eyes of his family.  You took his hand and placed it with yours on the top of your pregnant belly.  He looked at your stomach, his fingers tracing the surface there and your dress martial as you spoke.

“I am perfectly fine,” You said to him once more, sounding sure and careful in your tone as he looked from your belly to you,”Our baby is perfectly fine.  We are going to be parents within a months time, so we should enjoy this time now before our lives changed.  You worry me when you act like this,” 

“Oh my love,” he said in a sigh, bringing your joined hands up to kiss your hand soothingly, “I just get worried about you and how you’re doing with all of this.  I’ve only heard stories about childbirth and all that could do wrong.”

You’ve heard those stories too, and they were scary to think about.  Childbirth alone is scary to think about and to go through, and for this to be your first child, you were very nervous and scared yourself.  Your mother-in-law, Violet Bridgerton, gave you plenty of advice since she’s given birth to plenty of children.  You took her advice whole heartedly, already adoring her as your mother-in-law and loving that she admired you when Benedict starting courting you.  

“Those moments are rare,” You said calmly, “Childbirth is a risk, yes.  But they are beyond successful most of the time, Benedict.  I am in good health and nothing is hindering me or our baby,”

“There is still a possibility of something going wrong,” Benedict said to you, making you squeeze your hands together a nit tightly.  

“I have done well thus far,” You commented, “You make it sound like I can’t handle being with child,”

“It’s not that,” Benedict hummed, looking a bit defeated in what was hindering in his mind.  You didn’t wish to press him, Benedict was always one to say what was on his mind but he did it at his own pace.  He was always willing to be open with you and never leave you in the dark.  

“You don’t understand,” He said in a low tone,  “I need you safe, not because I don’t think you can handle yourself  but because I can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the small possibility of you being in danger,” 

You wondered where this was coming from, then it almost clicked with you.  Benedict’s father, Edmund Bridgerton, was someone you’ve heard great things about.  It was sad that you would never meet him, almost picturing him in your head and how he would almost be just like Benedict.  A thirst for life in his eyes, a smile that would brighten the room, and sound advice that would be taken seriously.  Benedict spoke highly of his father, and his sudden passing from a bee sting changed everything in his family.

“I promise you, my dear husband and the father of my child,” You vowed to Benedict as you stared at him intensely in the eyes, “That there is nothing that is going to bring harm to myself or our baby.  I have enough faith and strength within me to know that we’re going to be okay, and I need you to have that faith too,”

It felt sad that you had to ask your husband to have faith that you and your child were going to be okay.   Yet you knew where he was coming from: loosing his father so young and needing him when he was a young man.  Perhaps he was under the worrying assumption that he would loose you and have to deal with raising your child on his own.  If that were the case, which did haunt you from time to time, you knew deep down that Benedict would be the perfect father.  He already was, and within a month you were going to see it first hand.

“I’ll try,” He replied hummed to you, that small smirk back on his face as you beamed at him.  You knew those fears he had for you and the child, you saw it in the very beginning when you told him you were pregnant.  As excited and ecstatic that he was, he was almost worried for not just the baby but for you.   Benedict made sure you ate the right food, that you rested with your feet up when you were out of breath, and he would always stick by you in your earlier stages of pregnancy whilst you attended balls and gatherings. There was no doubt he was proud to be an expecting father, but he hid those fears from everyone else but you.  

The fact that he was willing to try was enough for you.

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2 Months Later

“What a strong young lad you are, little one,” 

You watched with love and adoration as you were nursing your infant son in your bed, seeing him nestled against you and having his meal without a care or worry in the world.  He was merely 12 hours old, such a new little being in your world and brought you nothing just joy and happiness.  You were glad he was there, finally in your arms, and those hours of pushing and being in pain was worth it in your eyes.  Your son was perfect, beyond perfect.  He hd ten toes and ten fingers, a whisp of brown hair on the top of his head and exquisite cheeks to die for.

You loved your son: Patrick Bridgerton.

Benedict came into the room a few minutes into your nursing session with Patrick, closing the door right behind him and grinning from the site of his wife and son.  He walked over, a cock in his head and a pep in his step.  

“How is our son?” he asked, pulling a chair over to sit next to you in the bed and watch with utter fascination.  His eyes never left your son as soon as he was born, fresh tears in his eyes as his son was placed in his arms while you were recovering from pushing and going through the labor.  You saw him fall in love all over again with the baby in his arms, forever etching the image of his son in his mind for the rest of his life.  It was etched in your own mind then, even while you were recovering from giving birth.  

“He’s prefect in every way,” You hummed, keeping your son close as he was still nursing at your breast. Benedict leaned over to press a kiss against your cheek and then onto your son’s head.  You knew the whole time that you were in labor that Benedict was petrified.  He hated having to wait outside the room while you were in labor, at least in the beginning.  His family was there to help them, thankfully Anthony was giving him sound advice in keeping calm and collected.  It wasn’t until you let out a blood curdling scream as he barged his way into the room and stayed with you throughout the rest of the labor, the doctor not pushing him out at that point since he knew it would be hell.  Luckily for the pair of your, your son was born within a hour after Benedict came into the room.  

Now that it was just the three of you, you looked over at your husband who was peering down at your son with a wave of relief on his face and in his eyes.  With your spare hand, you leaned over to rest your hand on Benedict’s cheek, seeing his eyes go from your son to you.  Although you were covered in sweat and feeling beyond tired with fatigue, you felt so much love from your husband in how he was staring at you and gazing at you like you hung the very moon that was over your home.  

“We’re both fine, Benedict,” you reassured him, seeing him search your face and eyes as you grinned at him.  You couldn’t help but to think back months ago when you two had your spat about your safety and Benedict fearing that you would be in danger.  It pained you that he would think like that, that he would take his mind to such a place that seemed dark and dreadful, which was not like them at all. 

“You can’t get all worked up everytime something happens to me,” You reminded him, feeling him nuzzle into your hand on his cheek, “That’s just life.  You’re not always gonna be able to protect me from it.  Your son and I are here, alive and well.  Let’s enjoy this, shall we?”

Benedict kissed your palm soothingly, showing you that he understood as he looked down at your son. As you finished nursing Patrick, your wanted to freeze this moment there with the two men in your life.  All you wanted for Benedict was for him to take a breath, no longer have that fear of loosing you and your son forever.  You hated that he had that one with his late father, but you were glad it was not going to happen again to him.

Benedict and Patrick, the only men you’ll ever need in your life.  

“I can’t wait to show him how to paint,” he hummed as Patrick was slowing down in his feeding and nuzzling in your embrace.  You grinned widely at Benedict, feeing the wheels turning in his head and you had to chuckle.

“At least wait until he’s walking,” You urged him, though he chuckled and shook his head.

“When he can hold a brush, that’s when I’ll teach him,” He said in his light manner, that wicked grin was there as he touched the top of your son’s head with his artistic fingers, “He’s a painter, I just know it.”

“Darling, he’s merely 12 hours old,” You reasoned, “Give him a few months until you make such a statement,” 

Benedict just laughed, you joining him as well as you there had your first family moment together.  You knew from then on out that it will be the three of your against the world, and even if you added more children down the road, you were already happy that it was just you three.

Three was your magic number. 

The End.

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[devildomdisaster]

Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)

Anonymous asked: for the lore Olympus ask but with the dateables. (Deleted this ask by accident but here it is)

Comfort spell gone wrong

Not only had the brothers been completely horrible the past few weeks but even your friends in purgatory hall and Diavolo himself had been too busy for you.

You understood that Simeon was busy helping Luke work through some things. But still, being brushed aside after the brothers had been so cruel towards you hadn’t helped your crumbling self-worth.

Solomon had heaved a big sigh and told you “They're demons Mc. It’s what they do. You’re going to have to grow a thicker skin. Besides, I don’t have time to help you with something so trivial.” Before handing you a page from a spellbook “if you really can’t deal with it yourself use this for comfort.”

You’d undeniably ruined Barbatos’s hard work when you’d tripped and tipped over the cake he’d been working on all morning. The demon had shooed you from his domain with barely concealed rage and asked you not to come back until “you can prevent yourself from causing me more work.”

Diavolo, despite always telling you you could come to him with your troubles, had snapped that Solomon seemed to be doing just fine. “So maybe you need to try harder, Mc. Rather than blaming your problems on other people.”

The spell Solomon had given you seemed simple enough. Although it was in an unfamiliar mix of Latin and Infernal. Couldn’t hurt to try though. At least not anymore than you were already hurting. You’d cast the spell, stumbling through a few words and thinking it hadn’t worked when nothing happened. Figures you couldn’t do it, you were still new to magic and just as useless at it as everyone had so kindly reminded you the last few days. It still sapped your energy though, stupid spell. You closed your eyes thinking that maybe it was better that the spell didn’t work. You’d never live down the embarrassment if anyone found out you tried to use a comfort spell.

Lucifer calls the others asking if anyone has seen you, after several days of radio silence from you. Solomon, Luke, and Simeon rush to the house of Lamentation once they hear you haven’t been seen for days. They find Lucifer and the brothers crowded around you, worriedly discussing the spell which has covered you and your room in vines. Babratos and Diavolo are already there, both looking guilty. Solomon feels his stomach drop when he recognizes the page from the spellbook.

“Lucifer, I recognize that spell, I gave it to them when-” Solomon begins

“Yes, it figures you would have your hands in this Solomon.” Lucifer glares.

It’s Simeon who steps forward to undo the spell, giving Luke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze on his way by. “Lucifer if you would,” he says gesturing to your form “this will take both our magics to undo, I believe.”

Solomon:

Shit, shit! Solomon recognizes that spell! He gave it to you.

It wasn’t supposed to do this, it was just a simple comfort spell!

But he can’t help feeling responsible for what's happened.

He feels like he should have known, should have realized something was going on when he gave you that spell.

You’d just wanted to talk, but he was so caught up in trying to find a way to make pacts with the brothers that he totally brushed you off.

He handed you a page out of a spellbook instead. And told you to deal with things yourself.

Solomon is crushed. He has always told you that if you ever need to talk to another human, he’d be there. But he wasn’t. He told you to deal with it alone.

When Simeon and Lucifer break the spell he is by your side in an instant.

Hands fluttering over your body, brushing withering plants off you. Feeling utterly useless.

The spell had gotten so convoluted and twisted in ways he’d never seen before, he hadn’t even been able to break it.

You blink your eyes open, Solomon’s distraught face coming into focus.

“Mc, I shouldn’t have given you that spell. I’m so sorry. I-I said I’d always help you if you needed me but all I did was hurt you instead.”

He wants to distance himself from you. But he knows that won’t make you feel any better. It won’t make him feel better either.

Instead, he’ll be far more careful with the magic he gives you. He’ll start teaching you more magic, so you can practice spells safely.

But he’ll also do his best to make sure you never need a comfort spell again.

He wants to be your comfort.

Solomon will plan elaborate outings and magic filled dates. He gets all these grand ideas and half of them turn into disasters but somehow he’ll make sure the two of you still have fun.

It’s easy for Solomon to forget that he needs to communicate better. But he’s trying. Instead of snapping at you again he’ll be sure to set aside time for himself. Besides, being in the Devildom is more fun with an apprentice anyways, plus teaching you magic gives him plenty of time to make sure you are happy too.

Simeon:

Simeon is shocked when he sees you.

A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the spell sucking the energy from your body.

His eyes don’t miss the botched comfort spell on the ground and he wonders why you didn’t come to him.

And then he realizes. You did. But he brushed you off to help Luke and even when you were hurting you didn’t want to burden him.

He feels like he’s failed you by making you feel like you couldn’t come to him.

When you open your eyes Simeon is the first thing you see.

He gently brushes the plants from your face and hair.

“Oh my sweet little lamb, you are never a burden to me. I am so sorry I made you feel you couldn’t come to me.”

Simeon brings you to Purgatory hall while your room is cleaned.

He gently untangles bits of plant matter from your hair, humming what must be some Celestial lullaby to you.

“Mc,” he begins once he’s removed the remaining plants from your hair and skin, and you’ve allowed yourself to relax into him. “Forgive me, Mc. I should have seen how much you were hurting.”

He is being so gentle with you. But his voice takes a stern edge as he tells you “Next time you feel like this, promise me you will come to me. If you tell me what’s going on I will always have time for you.”

Simeon makes sure to check in on you now, to make time for you. He’ll invite you to Purgatory hall for dinners and/or sleepovers. Oftentimes Luke joins you. But sometimes he’ll sneak you in so the sleepover is your little secret.

Diavolo:

Oh, Mc! He hasn’t seen a spell like this in centuries.

He knows it’s a mistake, but the power it must have taken to cast this spell is impressive.

He’s curious to know what kind of power you’ll have after you’ve been trained properly.

That not to say he isn’t concerned, it's just he knows the spell can be undone, and he finds it easier to deal with the situation if he doesn’t think about how close he came to losing you.

He’ll request that the brothers keep a closer eye on you, not that they weren’t going to anyway.

Diavolo will scoop you from the tangled vines, brushing the remaining vines from your skin as he carries you from your room.

He sits down on his throne, with you still held in his arms. For a moment you're afraid of his thunderous expression.

And then his eyes soften. “Mc,” he whispers. Emotion making his throat tighten, choking off his voice. “Why?”

“Why don’t you find a human who can do better than me Diavolo? You said so yourself, I’m a disappointment.”

“Mc, I didn’t mean! I didn’t want you to-! I didn’t”

He knows what he said. But he never meant for you to take it to heart like this. He was just stressed and he took it out on you.

“I’m sorry, Mc. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You haven’t disappointed me. I’m sorry I made you feel like you can’t rely on me. Please understand that I would do anything in my power for you.”

A frightening promise from the prince of the Devildom.

Diavolo is careful to control himself in the future. To prevent himself from letting his stress and anger get the better of him.

Careful to remind you how important you are to him, and not just because you are an exchange student, but because he cares for you.

Barbatos:

Anger. Fear. Barbatos tumbles between the two emotions.

It seems that by placing you in this timeline to protect you from Belphagor’s anger he has put you in a new kind of danger. One he didn’t see coming.

This makes him question his decision not to look into the future more than necessary.

Humans are so fragile. And this is just more proof of that fact.

Barbatos is by your side the moment you wake up.

He is lifting you to your feet and guiding you from your room.

Barbatos is a perfect gentleman as he helps you clean up. Helping you scrub the plants from your skin, wrapping you in the softest blankets.

But he remains silent the whole time.

Once you are safely tucked into bed Barbatos speaks. “Mc, I know I have made you feel useless. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I should have known better.”

For a moment you think he’s going to leave, that that’s all he is going to say.

But then he asks if he can stay with you. If the answer is yes, he’ll curl around you in your bed. Holding you to him as if you are likely to disappear.

It has been a long time since Barbatos has had something or someone he has been afraid to lose. “I’m sorry Mc. Please know you can come to me, even if I may be upset. I’d rather you make me face my shortcomings then lose you.”

Barbatos starts having you over for tea more often. He’ll take you on errands with him, if he thinks you’d find them at all interesting.

Mostly he just wants more excuses to spend time with you.

This made him realize how important you are to him and he’ll make sure you know it.

Luke:

Scared little sibling vibes.

Luke is so scared to see you like this!

You are so still and pale that he thinks you might be dead.

When you open your eyes he is so relieved.

Please don’t scare him like this again!

He’s got tears in his eyes, and he half yells half cries at you “Mc! You- you can’t just do something like this. What if- if you had died? I know these demons-” he shoots a watery glare at the demons “can make you feel sad but you’re my friend.”

He’ll ask you to stay at Purgatory hall for a while. He 100% thinks this is all the brother’s fault.

In fact he wants you to move into Purgatory hall permanently and he is so insistent that Diavolo might just let you if that's what you want.

He’ll make sure you know that he sees you as a big sibling, a friend that he could never replace “so please don’t think nobody cares Mc. I know we’re not really related but you’re like a sibling to me.”

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[siempre-bucky]

Hi, could I please request what was going through dad!druig's mind during the final battle? Like Orla and his wife and their unborn child?

Thanks x

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: You and Druig get a moment alone before forming the uni-mind.

WC: 523

A/N: Thank you for reqesting Anon! I tweaked it just a little bit. some angst with a happy ending!

You could feel his stare from across the room, his eyes following you with every small movement. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen you in your armor in a few hundred years? You fiddled with the bracelet that phastos built while Druig sat on one of the tables in the lab. "Why are you staring at me?" you question, breaking the eerie silence.

Druig exhaled as he looked down at his lap, his tired eyes darting from you to trace the red pattern on his skirts. His calm expression could have fooled you as it did in the past, but the truth tickled his throat. "I'm worried about you," he admitted. His words sounded like they were struggling to get out.

Your face softened as you turned to face him. He nervously tapped his fingers on his thigh. Walking over to him, you fit yourself in between his legs with your hands cupping his face. "I'm going to be fine," you reassure him softly. The man refused to look at you, his eyes fixated on your armor-covered stomach. It was the only thing that protected his unborn son from him.

Druig shook his head, "Before, it was just me controllin' the mind of a Celestial. Now we have to fight Ikaris," Druig huffed, the fear-fueled anger rising in his body. You retracted your hands once you felt his body start to tremble.

Druig rarely felt fear; he'd been bitten by a Deviant, survived wars, dealt with family quarrels, but this was unlike anything else. He had a family now; two little ones were being thrown into the mix against their will. "Ikaris killed Ajak without a second thought. He nearly killed Makkari, Phastos, and Kingo. He said he'd kill any of us if we got in his way... I don't think he'd spare you, my beloved."

My beloved. A warmth spread throughout your body at the term of endearment Druig reserved for your ears only. He wasn't wrong. Ikaris was a ruthless pawn to his leader. His allegiance to Arishem was dangerous. "We'll be ok, Druig."

"I don't know what I'll do if I lose you," he managed weakly. He thought about his future many times over the 7,000 years he'd been on earth. Never once did your death cross his mind. Being immortal meant something up until a few days ago.

"Druig," you sigh, lifting his chin with your hand lovingly. His blue eyes glistened with the tears that formed, "I need you to focus." Your sudden change of tone surprised him; your face was as serious as your voice. "I am going to be fine... just like all the other times we've gone into battle. Rory is safe with Phastos' improvement to my armor, Orla is safe in Chicago. Our family needs you, and the people of earth need you. Please trust me, Druig."

Druig cracked a smile and slid off the table, sheepishly nodding as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Thank you," he whispered.

You hum and lean into his touch, committing to memory. "We got this," you said as you pulled away, extending your hand for him to take, "let's finish it."

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Hi!  I don’t think this sounded like you were picking a fight, believe me, it’s a lot more obvious when someone’s trying to pick a fight, don’t worry about it. 😂  I’ve thought about this, too, and imo I think the answer would be: Do what you’re going to do, but be honest about it, your level of investment in it, your willingness to keep working on your path, and accept the consequences. That’s basically what Obi-Wan did with Satine when she personally asked for him on Mandalore in TCW, but the Jedi were like, “The Senate is never going to let us legally go there to help, because she chose to keep Mandalore neutral.” and I think Yoda absolutely kind of knew Obi-Wan was going to go anyway. Yet we see no terrible punishment from the Jedi to Obi-Wan about his decision. I think the difference is that Obi-Wan seems willing to accept whatever the consequences of his choices will be, that he understands he cannot hold prioritizing Satine in his heart on the same level as his commitment to the Jedi Order, and that he has genuinely made his choice between the two.  He doesn’t break Jedi ideals in his reactions to what happens on Mandalore, he doesn’t murder a bunch of people after his loss, and I would assume he’s willing to sit down with Yoda and honestly discuss where his priorities are. With Anakin, I don’t think the problem is precisely that he went to help his mother, in the way he did, because he found a way to not shirk his duty to protect the senator from Naboo.  That would have been the problem with going after her instead of helping Obi-Wan fight Dooku, that he would have been endangering people’s lives beyond himself, that willingness to throw away a duty that you are needed for, right that very moment, to go after someone because you were afraid to live without them, was the problem. Because that’s a lot of what Obi-Wan is getting after him for in all of AOTC and it’s a recurring theme with Anakin here--that he’s willing to overstep his mandate, throw his mandate away, to not even honestly speak about his feelings without changing the subject the second he hears something he doesn’t like when Obi-Wan asks him about his dreams.  He’s willing to mouth off to his Master because he wants to impress Padme, not because he has a clear-headed eye on the situation.  He’s ready to rip Zam Wessel apart because she’s a threat to Padme, not because he believes that that level of force is the only way to stop her.  He’s willing to ditch Padme on Naboo because he fears his mother is in danger.  He’s willing to let Obi-Wan face Dooku alone, something that would probably get Obi-Wan killed, because Padme fell out of the ship.  These things do not exist independently of each other, they’re part of the bigger arc of Anakin’s unwillingness to be committed to his desire to be a Jedi. Yet, in contrast, I don’t think we see Anakin getting any real punishment for going to Tatooine from the Jedi?  They don’t know about the Tusken slaughter, of course, but they know he went there while he was meant to be protecting Padme (to be fair, Padme’s own willingness to go, “Well, I’m going, so I guess you’ll just have to follow me.” does make things more complicated), yet it’s not like they kick him out or refuse to let him become a Knight or anything. Which says to me that I think, had Anakin not slaughtered the Tuskens in his grief, the Jedi would have been like, well, okay, you need to sit down with Yoda and really assess yourself and what you want and are you willing to accept that you might get Library Duty for this for awhile or be taken off some important missions while you Have An Important Think About It, but that they would have accepted that. I think a lot about that Mace Windu comic, where Prosset Dibs falls to the dark side, tries to murder Mace, and actively taunts the Jedi Council into trying to kill him, and their reaction is: We need to help him, because he’s going down a bad path, it’s our duty to help bring him back to the light. When they can and when they think there’s a chance to genuinely help and they’re not risking other people’s lives, the Jedi want to give out second chances and work with people. If Anakin had been willing to work with them, be honest about his attachments (the desire to hold onto someone because you were afraid to live without them, the willingness to sacrifice a thousand to save the one that you wanted to keep, for your own reasons), I think everything he did (aside from the Tusken murders) would have been acceptable.  Especially if he genuinely believed that he was following the will of the Force and not using that as an excuse to just do what he wants (which I think there’s a fair amount of truth that he genuinely believed that even before he got to Tatooine and his visions were correct). That he genuinely thought about his visions and didn’t immediately jump to the worst possible conclusion, but he made an honest effort to sort out his own anxieties versus what the Force was telling him--like, for example, in The Clone Wars, when Ahsoka is on the run, they initially don’t want Anakin to go after her, because he’s potentially emotionally compromised.  But he shows that he’s willing to call the guards on her, so they understand that, yes, he’s thought about his own investment here and is willing to work to be objective, so they accept him being the one to go find her.  He thought about his own feelings versus what the situation really was and worked to be clear-headed.  Or the way Ahsoka has visions about Aurra Sing and works to separate her own feelings from what the Force is telling her, she talks to Yoda about it and works to be clear-headed about it, so she’s given more room for it. Ultimately, I don’t think there are specific Jedi Ideals Written In Stone about these things, I think they have a general code of conduct and a set of laws that they are subject to like anyone else in the galaxy living under the Senate’s jurisdiction, and so it comes down to a case by case basis and what the person is willing to do to be as clear-headed as they can be about it.  If you can be honest and you genuinely think this is the right thing to do as a Jedi, if you’re doing it for selfless reasons rather than because you’re acting out of fear, if you’re willing to accept whatever consequences might happen because of it, I think you’ll be fine.

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Foolish

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2575 words

Warnings: pregnant reader? I know that can be triggering for some, so please read with caution.

Summary: Carl gets his gf pregnant and the two of them keep it a secret from the group for as long as they can

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It was bound to happen, at some point or another.

With the world like it was, two sexually active adults always ran the risk of slipping up. It had been that way before, for some, of course but the risk was even more so now.

You made it work, doing your best to keep from getting pregnant but you weren’t exactly shocked when you found out you were. If nothing else, it would help explain why you’d been so sick.

In the past few months, you had been really bloated and sick, but the thing that really solidified your suspicions was when you missed your period.

You never missed it.

In all honesty, part of you wanted to be relieved but that faded quickly. As much as you were looking forward to a break from the misery that was menstruating in the apocalypse, it meant something else too.

You were there with Lori, through her pregnancy with Judith, and again with Maggie, so you knew what it meant.

Frankly, you had been around more pregnant women than you ever thought possible since the world came to a screeching halt. There was no way you could misinterpret the signs.

You were pregnant.

It was a realization that should have filled you with fear, or at least a mild apprehension but you weren’t afraid. Judith was doing fine within the walls of Alexandria, Grace had come up in this as an infant, and those were just a few that you knew of.

With this group, you were sure any child you brought into the world would be safe and protected. The problem wasn’t the world around you, or even the dead walking the earth.

The only problem you could think of was how the rest of your family would react.

What you had done, or more accurately what you and Carl had done, was reckless and dangerous. Rick would certainly feel that way, especially after what happened to Lori.

Not to mention the simple fact that a child in this would bring a whole new set of challenges you had only recently gotten out of with Judith. Babies screamed and cried, something that wasn’t exactly ideal when every sound drew hordes of the dead.

Then there was formula and the matter of baby food and clothes, and all those supplies you would need again that you had started scavenging less and less at Alexandria.

It just put a lot on your plates, but thankfully before you could get too frazzled, Carl came to your rescue.

As he so often did, the young male was quick to calm your nerves, and even quicker to assure you that everything would work out.

You had both been raised in this, and no two people understood this world better than you did.

If anything could raise a baby in this, it was you.

However, he shared in your apprehension to tell the group, at least, so soon. For now, all you had to do was prepare secretly, between the two of you and when you couldn’t hide it anymore, you could tell them.

To you, it seemed to be the right thing.

At the very least, you could avoid all the lectures and arguments that would inevitably come with the news.

Besides, for you and Carl it seemed nice to just keep it to yourselves for a while. It was far from the fairytale you imagined as a kid, sitting with Sophia as Carol told you bedtime stories but you had never really believed them.

By this point, you had very few memories of a time before anyway. You never had any ideas about how your life would be outside of just surviving, at least, until now.

The promise of a child, a baby, that you and Carl had together seemed like something out of the old world, something you would have done if you’d grown up normally.

...And it was nice.

As foolish as it may have seemed to others, you were glad that this baby was going to be part of your lives. No matter the hardship or difficulty, you knew that doing this together was going to be one of the greatest things you and Carl would ever do.

If only the others in your group would agree.

As much as you wanted to, you knew that hiding your pregnancy from the rest of the group wasn’t going to work forever. Eventually, someone was going to catch on, and as the weeks ticked by, it was beginning to look like that time had come.

After all, you were only getting rounder in the middle with every day, and you could only explain away the weight gain so much.

You had all gained some healthy weight in the time you’d been safe behind the walls of Alexandria, no longer fighting for your lives at every turn, but not by that margain. There was no amount of pretending that would sell something like that, even if Carl was in on it too.

It was what it was, and hiding it wasn’t going to work anymore.

“I think we’re going to have to tell them soon” you hummed, staring at your reflection in the mirror, both hands cradling your ever expanding stomach, growing to accommodate the fetus inside you.

This part of your body had always been a problem for you, all  your life, but since you found out about the baby, you caught yourself looking at your body differently. It was helping you form another little human being, which was the most beautiful thing you could have imagined.

It put everything into perspective.

The things you hated about your body now seemed inconsequential in context, and Carl could tell. This was the third time today he had walked in on you, just studying your baby bump in the mirror, a risky maneuver given your current circumstances.

Anyone could have walked in here instead of him, which would have been a bit tricky to explain. Though, given the fact that it was him standing in the doorway instead of anyone else, Carl couldn’t help but smile.

It was adorable.

This whole thing had been quite the rollercoaster for both of you, but in moments like these, it all seemed to be worth it. This, this right here, was what life was about and what it had always been about.

Surviving wasn’t worth anything if you couldn’t build something with the life you lived.

“Do we have to? I like keeping my girls to myself” Carl grinned, his nose scrunching up a bit in teasing as he found his way to your side, wrapping his arms around you from the back, resting on your waiting hands.

It had been so nice, just the three of you, and once the rest of the group found out about this, it wasn’t going to be so nice. Everyone was going to have an opinion, an opinion Carl had already decided he would ignore if it wasn’t supportive and loving.

This was a choice you two had made, purposefully or not, and everyone else was just going to have to live with that.

“Girls? What makes you think this little angel is a girl?” you asked, turning your head just enough to look at him out of the corner of your eye, where he’d taken to resting his chin on your shoulder.

The two of you hadn’t talked about what gender the baby could have been, or what either of you was hoping for mostly because it seemed so unnecessary. Of all the things you had to worry about in regards to the baby, that didn’t even crack the top ten.

Whatever this baby was, you only cared that they were healthy and didn’t make too much noise. Everything else could be dealt with at a later date, but it did interest you that he seemed to think you were having a girl.

Carl only nodded, a small smirk on his lips as he gave you a gentle squeeze, pulling you into his frame that much more.

“She just seems like it to me” he allowed, thinking about all the possibilities of it. He was great with Judith, teaching her to count on her fingers and brushing her soft, blonde hair before she went to bed every night.

Having a baby girl on his own seemed like a pretty linear experience, and one he couldn’t help but hope for. Though, you weren’t quite convinced.  As much as you would have liked to have a baby girl, the baby growing inside you now didn’t feel like a girl at all.

“Well, I just hope this little one is like his daddy” you countered, a teasing grin on your face as you turned toward him, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

The meaning of your words wasn’t lost on the man, who chuckled lightly as he thought about it for a second, nodding when he’d made up his mind.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

It was a silent challenge, as Carl had already decided that you were having a girl. If you wanted to believe differently, that was fine by him because no matter what, he was just glad that you were doing this together.

Having a baby and all that.

“I think you’re right though, someone’s going to notice” he sighed, taking notice of the way your baby bump had really expanded in the last week or so. What you could have excused as gas or bloating before now was hardly that.

Only a baby could make you look like that.

So, it was decided.

Something had to be done before someone noticed that there was a fetus rapidly expanding within you, and it was preferable that something be done before this little bundle of joy was ready to come into the world.

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“Excuse me?” Rick tried, desperately hoping for a moment that he had misheard what Carl had said.

The two of you had decided that it would probably be best if Carl took the lead on this whole ‘telling your family about the baby growing inside you’ thing but now that you saw how he’d planned on handling it, you couldn’t help but question that idea.

You assumed he’d at least lead up to it somehow but that wasn’t the approach Carl had chosen. In fact, you weren’t even sure he’d chosen any sort of approach at all.

He really just blurted it out like he was asking for someone to pass the salt.

“Y/N’s pregnant” the younger male repeated, that casual nature of his serving him well during this but you didn’t have quite that same reaction. Naturally, you assumed that Rick would be upset with you, or that something terrible was going to happen.

Though, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly as if you’d done this alone.

Having a baby had been a team effort on both of your parts, and if Rick was going to blame anyone, he’d have to blame Carl too. That was part of why he was currently being so brazen, because he understood that better than anyone.

There was nothing anyone could do about what already was, so being angry wasn’t going to do anything for you.

“How did this happen?” Daryl scoffed, not really meaning that the way it came out. However, you knew well enough to know that Carl was going to react exactly how he did, cocking a brow at the older male, a small smirk on his face.

Which wasn’t really what anyone needed.

“Okay, what Carl means is that we’re having a baby, which is pretty exciting” you stepped in, a soft smile on your face as you tried your best to lighten the mood in the space. In Carl’s defense, it wasn’t exactly like there was a good way to have this conversation.

...but he didn't always have to be so combative.

Even with the high tension in the space, it wasn’t like he had to protect you or this baby you two shared. These people were your family, and it wasn’t as if they posed any sort of threat to you. If anything, they would be angry.

Angry you could handle.

There was silence around the table for a few seconds as everyone tried to process this new information as best they could, which for you was more nerve wracking than anything else had been this entire time.

Though, Carl came through again, taking notice of the way your fingers knit together under the table in an anxious panic, and gave your aching fingers some relief by webbing his own hand between yours.

You couldn’t have been more glad to have him than right now, because you could have imploded due to your nerves. You just hadn’t seen this being as hard as it was, and the silence was practically deafening.

All you needed aws for someone to say something.

Even if they wanted to be upset, if they wanted to yell or scream, it would be much better than just sitting here waiting for them to say anything at all.

Much to your surprise, Michonne was the first to speak.

You had been expecting her to be the least glad about this little situation that had arisen between the two of you but she didn’t seem angry as she addressed you both. In fact, you almost thought you saw the shadow of a smile on her face.

“You understand how much this is going to change both of your lives, don’t you?” she asked, her almost maternal tone meeting your ears as softly as ever, which helped to relieve your already fried nerves that much more.

It was clear that she wasn’t exactly thrilled either but she knew what you knew, that this was what it was. There was no point in lecturing the two of you about what you shouldn't have done, or could have done differently.

All she could do was help you deal with what it was now.

Besides, it was hard to be too upset as she looked at you and Carl, now sitting so close to one another that you may as well have been sitting in the same chair.  

This whole time, Carl hadn’t even sat down much at all, determined to make sure you were alright.

Deep down, he knew that your family were no threat to either of you at all but he couldn't help but be on high alert. Something had changed in him now that the two of you were expecting, and this was just what it was.

His family now, his immediate family, was just you, him, and this baby.

...And even now, he wouldn’t relax, barely perched on the arm of your chair, as close to you as humanly possible without encroaching on your lap.

You nodded, glancing at Carl with a slight smile on your face.

Neither of you could have ever thought this would be where you were right now, but you had learned not to question it. All you could do was live for the moment, from one second to the last, and that was what you intended to do.

You and Carl were going to be parents soon enough, after all. You had to make your own decisions from now on and be okay with them, even if your family didn’t quite agree or understand.

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