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fxlling13 · 8 months

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Rule Breaker

Synopsis: the doctor can't tolerate the way you think, but maybe someone else can.

Dh!master x fem reader

Wc: 5.8k

Warnings: mentions of death, abuse, assault. Implied smut but no description. The doctor is a little mean. Violence, weapons usual master stuff.

Honestly, I was inspired by wolf to write this. (Jack definitely should of left matilda on the roof after killing him.)

(Y/n) pov

"Doctor he deserved to die!"

"No he did not!" We had been fighting for ten minutes. Standing in the clearing of a forest on earth, we had just witnessed a mans death. Not an innocent man. No, no. This man was clearly abusing his wife. So, when she picked up the gun, who was I to stop her? He deserved it.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg.'? Maybe you should research it!" Scoffing at me, the doctor folded her arms. The wife had been escorted away by yaz, leaving us and their cabin abandoned.

"Yes I have. And it's utterly pointless. Noone deserves to die."

"He was a monster!"

"That's not for us to decide!" She screamed, stepping forward. I took a deep breath and rubbed my face.

"Doctor, he would have killed his wife. She had enough, good for her. Its exactly what he deserved." I saw her eye twitch at my statement. Shaking her head, the doctor began to walk away.

"I'm going back to the tardis. You do whatever makes you happy." With that, the doc stormed off, leaving me in the clearing. Groaning, I turned round to find the body of the man we were arguing about. I tilted my head, kicking his side with my boot.

"Disgusting. If the doctor wasn't here I'd have killed you myself." Thinking out loud, I stared down at the body with distaste. He looked like a creep, even in death. Now, he'd never see the light of day again. And that filled me with joy.

"I could have stabbed you, in the house. I had the chance. Stupid doctor. Stupid rules." With a pout, I gripped his face with my nails.

"Pity, I'd have liked to see you scared." Suddenly, a snapping sounded behind me.

"Now, that would have been a pretty sight." Eyes shifting upwards, I stood slowly and turned to see the master, leaning against a tree. Which, very obviously, was not there before.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not scared in the slightest. In fact, deep down, I was happy to see him.

"I'm here to check on my favourite human of course." Tucking his hands into the pockets of his plaid pants, the master strolled over casually. Gazing down at the corpse, he tut.

"She had good aim. Right in the temple." He tapped the side of my head twice, I suppressed my smile with great difficulty.

"You're right, especially since she was malnourished and dehydrated." Humming in agreement, the master turned his attention on me fully. I almost blushed at the close proximity.

"That was a pretty intense argument you were having there. I love to see the doctor so worked up." He cackled, sucking in a slight breath.

"I was just trying to say, he got what he deserved." I explained, not thinking much about it. Quickly, the master bobbed his head.

"Oh you're absolutely right. Dirty, dirty man. Deserves to be in the ground." Wetting my lips, I cocked my head aside, making eye contact with the alien.

"Why would you care about how he was treating his wife?" In response, the master scoffed, stepping closer.

"I dont. I care about the way he was looking at you. How he spoke to you. The way he tried to touch you." My lips parted in shock. Noone had noticed his gaze, or his comments towards me. They especially didn't notice his wondering hand. The doctor had been with yaz, not listening to my complaints.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, too confused to fully voice my thoughts.

"All day. I have to make sure she's looking after you." He pursed his lips, wandering around a little. Feeling touched by his words, I watched him closely.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Why? I'm just another companion. You hate us."

"Not you. You are fantastic." He boasted, grinning at me. Feeling myself blush I went closer to him.

"I think, you're too good for her." Cupping my cheeks, I leant into his touch naturally.

''We would make, such a good team. Together. You and me. Imagine it." And, I definitely could. Each time we met, I felt so connected to the renegade timelord. His hatred for the doctor never bothered me. In fact, I understood it.

"But, you wouldn't want that."

"I do." Taken aback by my boldness, the master stepped back.

" I agree, we'd be a good team. I don't want to be with the doctor. It's wearing me down. I can only take so much berating." I laughed to myself bitterly, thinking back over the past few weeks. As much as I hated to admit it, our arguments were becoming more common and the blonde ignored me most days. Sensing my sadness, the master grew angry.

"Stupid woman, making you upset. I can treat you so much better. Let me prove it."

"How?" Smirking, the master took my hands and started walking backwards towards that tree.

"You know she'll come back for you in a few minutes. Let me take you with me, I can show you what it's like to have a real adventure." Following his steps, I bit my lip in excitement. He continued, smiling at me manically.

"I'll have you back in five minutes, she'll never know." The master pushed open his tardis (the tree) doors, before leaning in closer and whispering.

"It can be our little secret." His breath tickled my ear, causing me to shiver and smile lightly. Keeping my hand in his, the master pulled me into his ship, letting the doors close behind me. His tardis was very different from the doctors. Oddly, it was more cosy. In the center, obviously sat the console. Made of a dark metal with dark red accents on each control. There was a few steps up to it with a railing around it all, sectioning it off. Off to the side, there was two Chesterfield armchairs shaded burgundy. Between them sat a table stacked with books. The room was lit dimly with a warm lighting, in fact, the whole room felt warm. There was stairs leading off to different corridors and floors. Plus, it was much cleaner. I walked up the iron steps and next to the master.

"I like your tardis." He grinned proudly, flicking with the controls skillfully. We were in flight, I could tell. But I didn't even notice him taking off. Usually, when with the doctor, you ended up falling over every three seconds.

"Its nice isn't it?"

"Yes very cosy." I replied, looking around again. There was beams across the ceiling which made me think.

"You could string fairy lights across those. Drape them. It would look pretty." As I lowered my line of sight, I found the master looking at me with an unreadable expression. Taking it that he wasn't impressed, I just giggled and walked around the console.

"Right then!" The master jumped next to me, beaming.

"Let me show you how it's done."

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With a flourish, the master swung open his tardis doors. On the other side, was a throne room. The floor was a peachy marble, with a grey streak running through. The walls were laced with artworks, definitely alien. In the center, sat a throne. Made of what looked to be gold.

"Welcome to. Galactica three. Boring name, I know. There's actually twenty seven. Anyway- it's the third royal space station in its universe." The master placed a hand on the small of my back and lead me out into said Station. I looked around with interest.

"Currently only the Queen and a few guards are on bored." He told me, walking out onto a long, less luxurious looking, corridor. In fact, now I could tell this was just a space station.

"What are we doing here master?" I asked, following him blindly. I trusted him enough to do this, unlike the doctor.

"I'm going to show you what it's like to be treated right."

Currently, I stood beside the master. The Queen was in ropes, tied to a chair. One last guard was by her side, shaking pathetically.

"Why is he trembling?" With a sigh, the master looking at me.

"I dont know, dear. Silly isn't it?" I nod, looking down as the master placed something in my hand. It was his TCE.

"Kill him. He's annoying me." Without question, I shot at the guard, compressing him. The queen screamed for help and the master quickly clamped his hands over my ears.

"Gosh you're loud. There's no need for any of that." He feigned innocence, letting go and patting my hair straight. Slowly, he stepped over to the Queen and bent down to her level. As he reached out a hand, she let out another ear peircing scream. I winced, making eye contact with the master who then sighed in annoyance.

"Shh." He pressed a finger to his lips but she didn't stop. Sucking on his teeth, the make reached inside his jacket and pulled out a white, gun looking, object. It had a place for all four fingers and what looked to be a trigger where his thumb now sat. The master pressed the barrel to the queen's head, effectively shutting her up.

"There we go. Easy right?" She nod quickly.

"What do you want? Money? I can give you money!" He just laughed at her cries, turning and beckoning me over. I went to his side, allowing him to pull me down.

"This lovely lady right here is responsible for the deaths of everyone on galactica seven." As he spoke, the queen's blue skin paled. Her eyes were like sorcers.

"Quite impressive honestly, seventy-five thousand innocent lives. I should clap. But you're not worth my energy." The gun was still pressed to her head, her form shaking.

Her eyes landed on me, desperation clear.

"Miss please! You'll help me right? You can stop him right?" Her voice trembled in fear, eyes building with tears. Sharing another look with the master, he raised his eyebrows, wondering what I would do. Giving the queen a kind smile, I scooted closer.

"Yes, of course." Holding my hand out, she grasped onto it hopefully.

"Really?" Seeing how she truly believed me, I let out a laugh and pushed her back harshly, causing the chair the fall back.

"No you idiot. Why would I help you?" Seeing the spark drain from her face, I grinned and let the master help me to my feet.

"See, such a good team." He winked, walking over to finish his job.

"Gold? Silver? Bronze? Or how about-" The master opened a glass casing inside the throne room and pulled out a necklace. I smiled, letting him stand before me to show me the peice. On a gold chain, there was a cluster of star pendants hanging from it. Made from an opal like jewel, the master clasped it around my neck.

"Beautiful." My face grew hot, even if he was only talking about the jewellery.

"I told you I was more fun than the doctor. I bet she never got you anything." Giggling, I nod and touched the necklace.

"No never." He smiled, collecting a few more treasures from the glass casing.

"I'll take you back where I found you." My heart dropped a little hearing this. I forgot I'd have to go back to the doctor.

"Hey don't look so sad, love." Gently, the master tilted my chin up and stroked my cheek.

"I'll come back for you. We just have to keep up appearances." Before he could pull away, I grabbed his hand.

"Promise?" Sighing, the master linked our fingers together and simpered.

"I promise."

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It became a regular thing, for me to sneak off with the master during my outing with the doctor. We didn't tend to fly off. Usually I'd help him make the situation far worse and more difficult for the doctor to resolve. It was really fun. But this time, the master wasn't here. I knew he'd be busy this time but it was really dragging. To make it worse, we were stuck in what seemed to be the inside of a volcano. An alien volcano. It was beyond hot, we were all covered in soot. All in all, not fun. I watched the doctor, who was dangerously close to the edge of a giant lava lake, being cornered by the general. Basically, a ship had crashed here and he had been killing off his crew one by one. And it looked as though the doctor was next. I could tell yaz was scared, not wanting the blonde to get hurt. As usual, she was giving some sort of speech. It was obviously doing nothing. Rolling my eyes, I ran forward and shoved the general whilst he was distracted. He fell head first into the lava and I smiled in relief.

"(Y/n)! What the hell did you just do?" The doctor yelled, storming over.

"Saving your life. You're welcome." Angrily, she gripped my wrist and dragged me back into the tardis, yaz scampering behind. After she sent the other girl to clean up, the doctor turned to me.

"What gives you the right to kill someone?" I closed my eyes, not having the energy for an argument. I was tired, hot, dirty and extremely hungry.

"The fact he was a murderer and the fact if I didn't do that, you'd be in the lava. Not him." I tried to get my point through but she shook her head violently.

"I was working on it."

"But it wasn't working! Doctor, you cant just talk your way out of every life and death situation! Sometimes you have to take action!" The doctor took a step forward so she was right in my face, her fists were balled up tightly.

"No! I won't allow you to kill!" Flinching at her harsh tone, I looked to the side.

"I dont have to follow everything you say doctor. You're not always right." My voice was far calmer than I was feeling. In fact, I felt light headed. Scoffing a laugh, the doctor leant against the console and nod to herself.

"You are the worst person who I have ever chosen to travel with. I should have left you in the volcano." Her words stung, my eyes following as she left the console room. This is when I realised how much I missed the master. He would never yell at me. If he was here, he'd give her hell. Swallowing thickly, I made my way down to my room and locked the door. Resting my head on the door, I took a shakey breath, trying to supress my tears. It was a weak attempt. I pushed away and turned around, going to my wardrobe. Wait. Quickly, I realised I now had two wardrobes. Praying that my thoughts were right, I immediately relaxed when one of the doors opened and the master popped out. Originally smiling, his face fell upon seeing me.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" My lip trembled, making him act quickly and rush to my side. I instantly fell into his chest, arms gripping the back of his jacket tightly. In turn, he held me against him firmly.

"Hey, its alright." He spoke softly but I shook my head, alerting him more. I cried quietly, basking in his warmth for as long as he'd let me.

"Do you want to come with me?" Nodding quickly, I let him bring me inside his tardis. Sadly, he let go to pilot the ship. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself smiling.

"Fairy lights..." the master looked at me, hearing me speak. And, after a second, he was by my side again. Whilst I'd been gone, he had wrapped fairy lights around the beams.

"You like them?" Nodding, I focused on him again.

"You listened to me? You put them up because-"

"Because you like them." He cut me off, taking me over to the comfy chairs. Letting me sit first, I didn't like the distance but chose not to comment.

"What happened (y/n)?" Looking down, I played with my fingers roughly, not wanting him to see me as weak.

"She got mad, because I killed someone." I told him, cursing my voice for not being stable. Tilting his head, the master sat forward.

"Who did you kill?"

"He was a general, he was going to kill her. So I just pushed him." Struggling to peice everything together, he cast his eyes over me.

"Were you in a fire?" He asked, noticing the soot and Ash finally.

"No, a volcano."

"Right. And when you say pushed?" He urged me to carry on, we made eye contact.

"I pushed him into the lava." The master smiled proudly before shaking himself out of it to focus on the issue at hand.

"So the doctor got high and mighty over the fact you saved her life? Let me guess, she was giving a speech?" She really was that predictable. Bobbing my head yes, he sighed and frowned.

"How angry was she?"

"She said I was the worst companion she's ever had. And that she should have left me in the volcano." I told him nervously, welling up at the thought. After not getting a response, I looked up and was the master was seething. I'd never seen that expression on his face before.

"Master-"

"Are you hurt?" He cut in again, his eyes almost shook. This time, I didn't reply. Blinking back my tears.

"Are you mad at me?" Quickly, he got up and kneeled in front of me. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, the master wiped my face clean.

"No sweets. I'm not mad at you. Not at all." His voice was gentle, moving to sit on the arm of the chair.

"I'm not hurt."

"Good. Because if she ever gets you hurt, I'm not holding back." For a moment, we stared at each other. Until, he cleared his throat.

"Go clean up, I'll wait here ok?" Nodding, I head off to the ships bathroom to shower off all the soot.

The tardis had left me some comfy clothes to change into, thankfully. So, after my shower, I head back to the console room. The master had discarded of his jacket. Leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Seeing me, he came over and took my hand, pulling me along a corridor.

"Where are we going?" We stopped in front of a door before he opened it and stepped in. It seemed to be some sort of living area. A fireplace was roaring at an inviting temperature, with a large sofa in front. Many blankets were piled in a basket off to the side and bookshelves lined the walls. Sitting me on the couch, the master held up a finger before disappearing then coming back with food. For a while, we sat their talking whilst I ate contently. He even cleared up after I was done.

"You're being very nice to me." I giggled, scooting a little closer to him. He grinned, draping his arm around my shoulders.

"Its only what you deserve, love." Blushing, I turned to look at the fire, thinking. Maybe he saw the change in my thoughts because he was quick to question me.

"What's wrong?"

"Just, the things you call me. The way you treat me." I spoke quietly, picking at the fibers in the couch. Concerned, the master turned his body to face mine.

"You don't like it?" Glancing at the male, I smiled seeing his almost pouty face. Never did I think I'd see someone like him, so open and natural. Twisting myself to also face him, I inched forward.

"No, I love it. It makes me very happy." Instantly, he relaxed and went back to his usual simper.

"Good, that's my aim." Resting my head against his arm, I stared up at him curiously.

"Why?"

"Why what?" The master brought his other hand up, gently moving the damp hair off of my face.

"Why do you care so much?" Chuckling at my question, he tilted his head.

"You're smart (y/n). You must know." When I just sat there, looking at him, he shook his head playfully.

"I already said, you're my favourite human."

Smiling, I blushed again and looked down to avoid eyecontact.

"I hope I'm your favourite alien?" Pretending to think about it, I couldn't help but laugh at his astonished face.

"Of course you are." Sitting straight, I really just how close we were and froze slight. The master smirked lightly, placing a hand on my hip. Tension hung in the air, so thick you could probably cut it. Though, it wasn't unpleasant. My heart was beating rapidly and I couldn't stop my eyes wondering to his lips.

"When I said, you're my favourite human." Bringing my attention back, I gazed at him as he spoke. The hand that was once resting on the couch, was suddenly on my back, drawing me in closer.

"That's my way of saying, I really want you to be mine." My eyes widened, not expecting to hear that. I searched his face for any sign if a lie but found nothing.

"You're serious?"

"More serious than anything." The master uttered, cupping my cheek tentivley. I couldn't stop the smile spreading on my face and that seemed to make him happy. Before I could comprehend, I realised he was leaning in. His lips pressed against mine, far softer than I'd ever imagined. Of course, I kissed back, arms coming to wrap around his neck. The master hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me onto his lap. Taking a second to catch my breath, I nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Been waiting to do that since I first saw you." He admitted with a chuckle, knuckles brushing against my leg soothingly.

"Really? Me too. You should have told me sooner." He hummed, kissing the top of my head.

"I dont think the doctor would have appreciated that." Hearing her name, I rolled my eyes and sat up slightly. My hands pressed to his chest, holding myself up.

"I really do not care of what she thinks." The corner of his lips turned up, happy at what I had said.

"I'm glad to hear that, love." I leant forward, reconnecting our lips. The master kisser back, deeper than before. His hands held my waist firmly, stopping me from going anywhere. Not that I would ever want to.

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Draping a blanket over us, the master lay back down behind me, arm hanging over my waist. I shimmied back into his hold, basking in his warmth. Staring at the fire, I thought back to the doctor. How I'd have to go back soon enough. Back to being ignored or ordered around. I really didn't want to do that again. I only felt safe and wanted here, with him. Lightly, the master pressed his lips to my bare shoulder before tucking his head into my neck.

"What's on your mind?" Lacing our fingers together, I hugged his arm close to my chest and sighed.

"I really don't want to go back. I can't do it anymore." The fire crackled, letting off its warmth just enough to be comforting.

"I know I can't, but I just want to stay with you." Being honest with him, I let out a noise of complaint as the master got up.

"I'll be one minute, my love." Whilst he left, I sat up, keeping the covers up and secure around my chest. Just to be decent. Not that it mattered.

"Here." Once reappearing, the master sat by my side, under the blanket. From his hand, I took a white, folded leaflet.

"A carnival?"

"That's what it looks like, right? But, in actuality, its deadly!" Giggling at his exaggeration, I leant back against his chest.

"You give this to the doctor, tell her you want to go there. Then hell breaks loose. You can come help me then I'll set it up to look like you need help, when we'll actually be trapping her. And yaz too. Then you can come with me." Liking his idea, I nod and looked through the leaflet. On the inside, there was a picture of a weird looking clown. Disgusting.

"I'm guessing these clowns aren't actually clowns?" I asked, looking up at the timelord. He smiled, sliding his hands around my waist.

"Actually they are. Killer clowns though. A species that just so happens to look like a human depiction of that very thing." I shivered, not liking the sound of that.

"You know, I really don't like clowns." Putting the leaflet aside, the master lay back and pulled me onto his chest.

"You'll be safe with me, I won't let anything hurt you." Feeling reassured by his words, I smiled.

"You know, I thought you were suggesting that as a first date for a second." Scoffing at the thought, he brought my hand up and kissed it lovingly.

"I think you'll find we had a first date. Killing the queen? Because you're the only queen I need." I shoved him playfully, laughing at his silly flirting. Either way, I couldn't wait.

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"Where did you find this?" The doctor asked, scanning through the leaflet with interest.

"In the library. Can we go? It looks fun." Putting on my best acting, she seemed convinced and punched in the coordinates. It amazed me, after the way she spoke to me, still no apology. She just seemed it under the rug. I wouldn't have to deal with it much longer.

At first, the carnival was actually fun. There were many stalls selling weird looking stuffed animals and sweet treats. Plus, an array of rides and attractions. As we made our way into the main tent, I looked around in search of the master. He hadn't shown up yet, not that I was worried. I had faith in him. Sitting in our seats, the lights went dim and out came the ring master, quite literally. Instantly, the two women beside me tensed up.

"Is that?" Yaz started, moving closer to the doctor. Maybe out of fear, stupid really.

"Yes. What is he doing here?" the doctor glared down at the master, watching as he began to entertain the guests. Everything was going to plan. In a few minutes, all hell would break loose.

"Are we enjoying the show?" He called out, letting the crowd cheer. Walking to the centre of the ring.

"What do we do?" Yaz asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

"We see what he does, make sure to stop him in time." Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I nod along with the doc. It didn't take long for the sun to go down and each individual clown to suddenly just stop. Sensing something bad would happen, the doctor stood up and cast her eyes around. Slowly, their fangs grew, eyes fading to red and skin cracking in a disturbing manner. Honestly, it was pretty creepy.

"What are they?" I asked, feigning my innocence well.

"I have no idea." We watched as one clown sluggishly walked to an audience member. It stood there for a second, twitching, beforehand grabbing the woman and biting a chunk out of her neck ruthlessly. Even I flinched back at this.

"Everyone, run!" The doctor yelled as everyone began to scream and scrable away. Suppressing my smile, I followed after the doc and yaz as they took off below ground. Probably in search of the master, wherever he was.

"We have got to find him." The doctor was using her sonic to scan the area as we trailed behind. Yaz was quick to hop in and stsrt concocting a plan to stop him. All if a sudden, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled to the side. I didn't scream, knowing who it was even by the smallest touch. Looking up, I smiled widely seeing the master in his circus outfit. It even had a red suit jacket. Hugging onto him, he chuckled and stumbled back on surprise.

"Miss me?"

"Of course I did." He hugged me back before taking me away from the corridor near the doctor.

"How was I?" Giggling at his need of my opinion, i kissed his cheek.

"Perfect. You really sold the show." The master grinned at me, going into his tsrdis with me.

"Now then, it's all set up. I've made it look as though you were taken." He told me, pointing things out on his monitor. It showed a room which, on the surface looked normal. However we would use it to trap them so I could leave with the master in peace. Hugging him from behind I pressed my cheek to his shoulder.

"But I was taken." Laughing at my statement, the master turned, bring me into his hold firmly.

"Yes but I don't hear any complaining. I can't help that you find me so irresistible." I smiled as he leant down to peck my lips repeatedly.

"Should we put everything in motion love?"

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Soon enough, the doctor realised I had disappeared and alerted yaz. Together they searched every room for something. Eventually, the doc picked up a signal on her sonic and followed it. Just like we planned. Seeing that they were close, I got into position.

"She should be in here!" Quickly, I closed my eyes just as they entered. I was sat against the wall, head limp with my eyes shut. It looked as if I had been thrown there.

"Oh (y/n). What did he do to you?" Whilst the doctor made her way to me, the master snook out if his hiding spot and behind yaz. Placing his fingers on her temple, she was out light a light. He dropped her down, not so gently, making the doctor turn at the sudden noise.

"Hello doctor." The master smiled menacingly, waving his fingers for effect.

"What did you do to her?!" Immediately I was forgotten about, the doctor rushing to yazs' side to check she was okay. Rolling his eyes, the master stepped over her body and stood behind them.

"She's just asleep. Relax." Not finding the situation funny, the doctor stood up and faced him head on.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, anger clear on her face. Standing straight, the male made sure to hold eye contact.

"I'm simply taking what's mine." The doctor shook her head at him.

"What? You're here to get something someone stole from you?"

"No, not stole. Withheld would be the correct word." Before she could respond, he pulled out a small circular device and fired at the doctor. Within less than a second, cuffs were bounding her hands. She stumbled back onto the floor with a sharp grunt.

"Sorry dear, that might bruise." The master laughed, watching her struggle. Deciding to open my eyes slowly, I peered over to the pair of alien's. Shifting slightly, the doctor caught sight of this but pretended not to notice. The master was rambling about how there was noone to come and help her. How she was stuck here alone.

"Oh really? Because I don't agree." She smiled cockily, clearly thinking I was going to help. Raising his brows, the man scratched at his chin.

"Because I think, maybe you didn't hit her hard enough." Now confused, the master paused.

"What?" The doctor turned her head to me but I didn't move, just looked back with a neutral expression. Following her line of sight, the masters eyes landed on me.

"Oh I see." He muttered, slowly walking over and standing in front of me. The doctor watched eagerly, waiting for me to do something. In a threatening way, the master pulled out a pocket knife and carefully bent to my level. Gradually, he brought the weapon closer and closer, aiming at my chest and then- he stopped. With a smirk, he effortlessly cut the ropes binding my hands. I smiled as he helped me up and took hold of my forearm tenderly.

"They weren't too tight, were they?" He asked, checking for any marks. Simpering, I shook my head.

"Not at all." He relaxed and pressed his lips to my wrist lovingly.

"No.." we both turned, hearing the doctors voice. The master groaned, looking bored all of a sudden.

"Oh I forgot about you." Being me flush to his side, I rested my head on his chest easily. The horror on the doctors face was priceless.

"Of course, when I said I came to take what's mine, I meant (y/n)." She began to shake her head in denial.

"You're lying, (y/n) would never go with you!"

"Wouldn't I?" I said, letting go of him and kneeling in front of her.

"Sometimes you have to learn not everything can go your way. I'm not getting you out of this. You'll just have to wait for yaz to wake up, won't you?" It slowly sunk in that I wasn't joking, that I really was leaving with him. The doctor sat there, raging behind her eyes.

"You just let him hurt us? You don't care?"

"Not anymore. Not after the way I was treated. Especially yaz, constantly ignoring me. She deserves to-" before I could finish, the doctor used all her force to pounce forward. I yelped, head hitting the floor harshly as I landed. Without a second thought, the master gripped her hair and yanked her back.

"You better hope for the sake of that stupid girls life you haven't hurt her!" She grit her teeth as he tossed her aside, returning to me. Carefully, he lifted me up into his arms before giving the doctor one final look.

"Enjoy your week alone."

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The master placed me down onto the bed delicately, making sure I was comfortable.

"Does it hurt?" I just nod slowly, reaching a hand up but I was stopped.

"No touching." He sat beside me, parting my hair to see the damage and sighed.

"Just a bruise. You'll be okay. But next time I see her I swear I'll make her suffer." Smiling, I turned and laid my head on his chest, body instantly melting into his hold. In turn, the master found himself relaxing too.

"I dont doubt that, as long as I can help."

"Oh darling, you know I wouldn't dream of being without you." A kiss was pressed to my cheek, making me happier and smile more.

"Yaz will be out for a couple days, so she can sit and reflect whilst listening to the screams above." Wiggling his fingers, the master mover his hand through the air to simulate what he was saying and I giggled.

"Perfect. It will kill her to know she couldn't save them." The master gazed down, stroking my cheek lovingly.

"I'm so happy to have you, so perfect for me." I leant into his touch and let out a breath. My eyes closed, feeling safe in his grasp and my body needed to reset for a while.

"Sleep now, my love, I have big plans for us."

#doctor who #doctor who x y/n #dhawan master x reader #dhawan!master #the master x reader

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elliespuns · 3 months

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genuine question, sorry if it's one you've answered before: why do you not really like show ellie?

as a long-time game fan and a fan of the show, i thought that — besides her appearance being a bit different — ellie was pretty similar.

Oh, it's not that I don't like show Ellie. I do.

It's about the way the writer's decided to treat Ellie's character in the show. I have nothing against Bella and how they portrayed Ellie. They nailed what they've been given. Their appearance is the least of my worries. I never really cared for what Ellie would look like as long as I knew the person who was gonna play her would be dedicated to her. I actually adore Bella; they are cute, and there are even parts with them in the show I adore and wish would be in the game. BUT—and this is IMPORTANT—they (sadly) didn't get the opportunity to play the real Ellie. I know that people who fell in love with the show first don't probably understand what I am saying, but Ellie is different in the show. She still has 'something' that makes her the Ellie who gamers adore, but we notice the little things; and it's not a thing we dread, but we see it, and it bugs us.

When it comes to Ellie in the show, she's portrayed as an annoyingly bratty teenager who tries to be tough at every chance she gets. She also seems a bit more "harsh" and "hostile" towards Joel as an adult figure. I know that Ellie is supposed to be a loud-mouthed, cheeky, young girl who swears a lot. But in the game, Ellie's whole personality has been portrayed in a more lovely and subtle manner compared to the show. The original Ellie is cheeky, big-mouthed, and annoying, yes! But she is not bratty. She also appears more mature for her age in the game, while in the show, she seems a little too childish at times. And again, she is supposed to be childish, yes, but in the game, they managed to portray this into her character through her being just a curious and adventurous kid with the imagination of a 7-year-old who enjoys the little things, while in the show, they literally portrayed it through her just being a pain in the ass for Joel. I couldn’t feel the real Ellie vibes there. Game Ellie is a pain in the ass for Joel too, but surely not for the players! And in contrast to that, I know that I am not the only one to think that show Ellie has been annoying at times for a lot of people while watching.

For example; the violent heart comment. Why? Game Ellie hates violence—even if she practices it herself in the 2nd game, she doesn't enjoy it. Yet they made her admire violence in the show (the scene where Joel is beating up the guard) or when they've been looking for Joel's stash and she ends up in the basement, stabbing the infected guy in the face (they made her enjoy it again). And on top of everything, the only person who ever speaks to her about it is her r*pist. Like, no, thank you. Her r*apist says she has a violent heart, so the people should believe that? Why did he even say it? What has Ellie ever done in front of David that it made him feel she indulged in violence? Not only was it completely out of her original character, but it also didn't make any sense because David couldn't even know if she liked violence in the first place. Like, great writing there. They really couldn't mess up more with this.

To wrap it up… It's not about me disliking show Ellie (I still do love her—not as much as I do game Ellie—but I do), it's about me disliking what they've done to her character. This has nothing to do with Bella, how they portray her, or what they look like. I would feel the same even if anyone else were portraying her with such a script. It's between me, the writers and Mazin for fucking the most subtle and lovely aspects of Ellie, and Druckmann for letting this happen in the first place.

If anyone ever dares to say I don't like show Ellie imma sandwich them!

#the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #ellie tlou #bella ramsey #bellie #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #tlou game #the last of us game #game ellie vs show ellie #elliespuns answers

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real-jaune-isms · 10 months

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Green Haired Swordsman Meets Green-eyed Monster

*In the days following the Raid on Onigashima, Luffy and Zoro were nearly comatose from their exertion and wounds. Now, after a week, Zoro just woke up and was greeted with a sight he hadn't expected.*

Zoro: My head... damn I need some booze. Robin:I can get you some in just a minute. Zoro: Wh- Robin, the hell are you doing here? Where are the others? Robin: Luffy woke up about an hour ago and ran off, and the rest of our nakama had follow after him to make sure he didn't destroy anything in his search for food. Zoro: Heh... yeah, that sounds like him. Still doesn't answer why you stayed, though. Robin: *clears her throat and looks away* Well, someone had to make sure you weren't alone whenever you woke up, and to explain the situation so you didn't wander around in confusion. And I... drew the short straw. Zoro: Well then, I guess I appreciate the courtesy. So what situation needs explaining? Luffy beat Kaido, obviously, but what else happened? Robin: *smiles at how immediately confident Zoro is in their victory* Well, the two of you have been passed out from your wounds for a week, and in that time Momonosuke-sama revealed his presence to the country and declared himself the Shogun. I almost didn't believe what I was seeing, but it seems Shinobu-chan used her power to age him up by 20 years. Fuhuhuhu~ Zoro: Ah, so the brat reclaimed his clan's place on top. Good for him I guess, hopefully Kin'emon and the others can help him get a handle on that. The age thing sounds wild, but I did see him flying around as a full sized dragon so that tracks. Anything else? Robin: Um... yes, actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, Zoro-kun. I suppose you mentioned it in passing before the raid but... you spent some time with Momonosuke-sama's sister, didn't you? Zoro: Hmm? Ah, yeah, I was with Hiyori for a couple days. Robin: *eyes narrowed and glowering a bit* Yes, and it must have been quite an eventful period. When she heard you were incapacitated, she insisted on coming to see you. She begged Chopper to let her help with your treatment, and more than a few times tried to nestle beside you for comfort. You two must have... bonded quite a bit... for her to be so close and caring towards you. Zoro: Yeah, you could probably say that. She let me claim Enma after that weapons bandit took Shusui, I saved her from Kid's first mate while he was running around as that serial killer, we slept together... Robin: I'm sorry, you did what?!?! With a woman you knew for less than a week?? I know I've been coy and playful in the past, but I didn't realize you'd find someone else this quickly. Zoro: The hell do you mean? We just- oh for the love of... I mean we shared a bed, and I didn't even ask for it. We were in a shack in Ringo, which was pretty damn cold, and she was helping treat a nasty stab wound I got from Kid's buddy. I was trying to get some rest to help it heal, and I guess while I slept she draped her coat over me for a blanket and then went to sleep next to me to share body heat. We had that kid with the big eyes who laughed a lot with us too, and nothing lewd happened. I mean, she offered me her body, but I wasn't interested in that. Robin: Oh... I see. I'm sorry for getting so... worked up. I guess I just... Zoro: Thought I'd gotten laid with the first girl that offered? That's the pervy cook's thing. Robin: Well she is the Oiran of the Flower Capital. Zoro: Ah, so she's a professional at seduction and I'd be in an elite crowd for getting with her. I'm not into having sex for the glory. Robin: But this is the country your family descends from! Surely it reminded you of home, and you might have felt something special in the prospect of a woman who shares your culture?? *She's growing more exasperated, and hating the words even as she says them because they're justifying why he should be with another woman* Zoro: I never cared much about my village being founded by a Wano samurai, and I'm happy with the culture I'm part of now, being a pirate. Why do you actually care so much about this? Robin: Because clearly she loves you!! Zoro: *Sigh* Robin, I know she does. And it's flattering, she's a very pretty woman, but she's just not my type.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #nico robin #zorobin #zoro x robin #Robin is jealous #fluff angst and jealousy #ship fluff #kozuki hiyori #post-wano #wano arc #wano kuni

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Hi! This is the anon with the ISWM egos and Y/N running into Y/Ns mean ex, and here to clarify! Yes the egos that made appearances!

(I hope this anon isn't taken but I'll shoot for the moon)

- SleepyBlu Anon

Oh okay! Just wanted that cleared up but ty!

Request: Hi I’m new to this, but could I request ISWM egos with their S/O and like running into S/O’s ex. S/O’s ex ain’t a nice person and S/O is uncomfortable, the boys to the rescue!

Engineer, Actor, Dark, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Jim, & Heehoo will be featured!

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Engineer Mark

Your ex so-happens to be USA receptionist.

They recognize you before you can state your inquiries and makes a subtle jab at both of you, especially upon learning you’re a captain.

“Wow, so you can keep a crew together but not a relationship?”

This pisses off Mark SO much. He can’t tolerate this disrespect to his captain and partner.

His anger becomes scary as he punches the table and demands they take your concerns more seriously.

After getting answers he leaves with you, still huffy but makes sure you’re alright.

“If they were in the crew, I’d eject them from the airlock myself..” He grumbles.

Actor

Oh boy.

If he so much as recognizes your ex he’s gonna flip out. Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or there’s only a few people around.

He’ll drag them away from you before they can utter a single word and have a “nice chat”.....which is really just him snapping at them and being like “you’re lucky I’m out on parole or else I’d KILL you right now!”

You don’t know what exactly he said but, they haven’t tried contacting you since then.

He spoils you afterwards to cheer you up <3

Dark

He doesn’t wanna cause a huge scene.

So he’ll just stare at your ex angrily while keeping you close to him, allowing the high-pitched ringing to fill their head.

He’s the best at intimidation so it doesn’t take long for them to be scared off.

After that he makes sure you’re okay, knowing very well what it’s like to be hurt by those he once trusted.

If they come back he definitely won’t hold back and resort to tormenting them in the void since they didn’t learn their lesson the first time.

Wilford

He takes shit from nobody.

Especially a stupid ex who questions your taste in men.

There’s a 75% chance you can stop him from shooting/stabbing them, but he’ll still find a way to screw with their mind.

Like getting inside their head and saying random bs or just teleporting around them to confuse them (like he does in WMLW).

Eventually they leave after calling him a freak, though he just rolls his eyes.

“Jeez, to think you dated that before me? Let’s get some drinks.”

Yancy

Will most definitely punch them if they say some rude shit about you.

“Lmao you’re so desperate for love you’ll take in a criminal-?”

*SMACK*

“At least I treat ‘em better than you any day!!!”

You literally cannot stop Yancy from leaving them with a bloody nose even if you tried and said “violence isn’t the answer”.

He may have given up the stabbing but there’s no way he’s ever gonna give up fighting for you tooth and nail <3

Illinois

Out of all the Ipliers he’s probably the most calm about it.

You honestly didn’t think he was so committed to your relationship until you saw the way he stood up to your ex.

Gentle yet firm so that they leave you alone.

Humorously enough, they barely have a defense bc wow--how did you manage to snag someone as fine as him???

So they finally do leave and it warms your heart, knowing he took this relationship seriously.

Jim

Honestly?

The whole Jim nation would be on your ex’s ass if they got within a five mile radius of you and don’t back off.

(Similar to Wilford) They think he’s a goddamn weirdo and you’ve lowered your standards to rock bottom.

Which leads to Jim interrogating them on what they knew about the statistics of relationships or...something like that.

Either way he gets them to leave with his eccentric ways being too much for them to handle.

Heehoo

After a lot of rehabilitation you both started dating again. Though he’s still drawn to the woods, so you’ll go on frequent walks together.

Unfortunately that’s where you meet your ex who’s on a hike.

“Wow you’ve chosen this hobo over me, huh?” They sneer.

Heehoo sees how upset they’re making you, so he just...growls and eventually scares them off after chasing them into the woods.

Once he returns he makes sure you’re okay.

His actions made you laugh, confusing him, though you reassure him you appreciate what he did.

#clanask #sleepyblu anon #iplier egos x reader #space mark x reader #darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #actor mark x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #reporter jim x reader #heehoo x reader #headcanons

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arowrath · 6 months

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Saw this in my reblogs and I'm bored give the rant bestie

oh my god okay so. in class the other day we were going over the chapter on ocd and one of my classmates had his presentation and it was very good, factually accurate, he mentioned different types of obsessions other than contamination, etc . and our professor is like Ok he did a good job but we'll go thru my slideshow to see if there's anything else to cover. and she lovesss group activities and discussions so much so she had us break into our small groups and talk abt how we'd help treat a person with ocd and there were three hypothetical people. there was maya who had obsessions around cleanliness, alex who had obsessions around harm ocd (specifically stabbing), and sera who had obsessions around fire. and me and my groupmate talked abt alex and he was very normal about it so i was like Okay. maybe the rest of the class will be normal about this

THE REST OF THE CLASS WAS NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS. i literally wrote down word for word what this one girl said bc it pissed me off so bad . she said "he needs psychiatric help, maybe institutionalization, because what will happen if he picks up the knife?"

and my professor is one of those who's like There's no wrong answers but I THINK THERE ARE WRONG ANSWERS SOMETIMES ACTUALLY. AND THAT IS ONE OF THEM. and literally no one called it out so when i gave my answer i tried to as nicely and as un-passive-aggressively as possible make it very clear that This Hypothetical Guy Does Not Pose A Danger To His Loved Ones Actually. On Account Of That Is Not How Ocd Works.

AND NOT TO MENTION. in this hypothetical situation you ARE the psychiatric help. you're the hypothetical therapist..!!! like yes he does need help but not bc he's dangerous but because he's experiencing debilitating fear around the possibility of hurting others and it's impacting his life! he needs help not as a punishment but bc he deserves to live his life without the guilt & shame & fear that come along with ocd!!!

but it's so wild to me bc that was one of the biggest small groups in the class and everyone in the group is like..yknow the type, mental illness advocates until someone does something weird or god forbid strange. but like. they're usually very normal about stuff UNLESS it's something even slightly "scary" in which case they say stuff like, for instance, we should institutionalize people with intrusive thoughts. i've noticed it with that specific group multiple times and it's so frustrating like. are you even trying to understand people's experiences if u completely shut down at the idea of someone having a "scary" symptom. and even if he were dangerous. in this hypothetical situation, again, UR THE THERAPIST, SO IT IS UR JOB TO HELP HIM ???

also in that same class discussion- a guy from another group said the best way to help the hypothetical woman with obsessions around house fires was to put her in a fire safety course. brother that is just reassurance seeking and rumination and will probably make things so much worse actually! no amount of fire safety courses is going to help when the problem isn't the fire!!!

okay rant over i've been thinking about this for the past like. 35 hours straight. i hate neurotypical psych students so much it's unreal slash half joking 😭

#ask #theballadear #ableism #ocd tag #THIS IS LIKE 7 HOURS LATE AND ALSO SO LONG SORRY GVJHDF

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theheraldsrest · 7 months

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Hello! First of all, I'd like to say I love your writing and the blog/posts organization is just so neat.

I wanted to know if you write things with trans characters? If not that's completely fine too.

If yes, here's my request: how about the Inquisitor coming out as a trans man? As in, he already passes as a man, but somehow the companions learn about it, like them seeing surgery scars and the Inquisitor coming out or something similar.

The characters I'd really like to see would be Dorian, Cullen, Solas.

If it helps, my Inquisitor is Lavellan and mage.

This is a pretty self indulgent request lol but feel free to change anything in the it if it helps in the writing!

“Companions react to Mage!Lavellan!Inquisitor coming out as Trans(Male)”

Got a bad joke for yall. “What did Andraste keep losing at her wedding? The Veil, it kept Fading away.” Not sorry.

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-Panics over your scars because WHAT KIND OF CREATURE WOULD CAUSE THAT SORT OF TEARING?! After a a quick explanation, he is a little embarrased but respects that. Will still call you sir and what not. What? He respects anyone who wants to fight, no matter who they are. He’ll defend your honor and stand by you if someone tries to pry or make comments on it, no matter what

Josephine

-Concerned and asks if the scars were meant to be there or if something happened. Coming out to her, you just get a “Oh! Understandable,” and goes about her day. She won’t say anything more about it but, if she does have one or two questions, she might ask privately and if you’re alright with answering. Wants to make sure you’re alright.

Leliana

-First thought was that someone tortured you and that she needs to go out for blood. Telling her, she’ll calm down and go about her business. She’s very neutral about it. Doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, if you can stab something, you’re good.

Vivienne

-Oh, congrats darling! She thinks you look perfect but does excuse herself since you didn’t have the chance to tell her how you wanted to. Is curious on who did it for you because it is some exceptional work.

Varric

-Already respected you but it’s a new found respect. Good for you for being who you want to be. Knows a few people who’ve been through the same, some with similar stories and some with different. Well, some don’t get as easy a chance but that’s why he’s happy for you. You made it so far.

Cole

-He knows. I mean, he’s always known like everybody else, right? You became yourself a long time ago. What people see is you but they don’t know that there was another you. The one that you had to be, not wanted to be. There are scars there, to prove it, but they don’t see the ones that he does. The painful ones, the hardened ones, the once-loved ones. He sees you.

Solas

-Huh. Interesting. Solas will then excuse himself for intruding on you. What? That’s your business. What you care to share with him is up to you. He can only choose how he responds and he responds by complimenting you on this change. Though he is a little curious on what others might think, he’ll be there if you need someone. Or even taking it to the grave. He’s a very good liar, trust me.

(Personal headcanon: I think elves just don't care. I don't mean that in a rude aspect. I mean they'll respect you for your choices and how you treat your people and others.)

Cassandra

-Has to pause for a solid minute to comprehend. She’ll be very flustered and a little red in the face as she looks away to give you privacy but she will also have you be very exact on how she should address you. It’s not hard for her to remember, but she just wants to make sure she hasn’t been fucking up this entire time and calling you something you rather not be called.

The Iron Bull

-...Was…was he not supposed to know? If this had been his first time witnessing this sort of thing, he might have made even less of a deal about it. Bull’s from the Qun, after all. They don’t care about that. But having known someone who’s had to go through something similar, he treats it with caution and makes sure to know what you’re ok with. It’s important to know who’s on your side and how they see you, to know you got people in your corner who will respect you even when you share something like this.

Dorian

-Fuck yeah! Good for you! Good on you for being who you want to be and not letting some arse holes choose for you! This calls for drinks! Kidding, but he will pretend he doesn’t know so that you can come out on your own terms to him. And then you’ll get drinks. Gods help the poor fool who tries to make a rude comment on it or just be a complete buffoon when addressing you. You both still laugh about the one noble’s butt catching fire.

Sera

-It quite surprises her. At first, she thought it was some sort of joke tattoo about boobs. Until you tell her what they really are. Perplexed and a little fascinated, she just starts bombarding you with a bunch of questions. If you don’t want her to ask much about it, she’ll stop and respect your space. She’s a heathen so she knows when to step over some lines, but she also knows when to draw the line.

Blackwall

-Oh, nice scars. He’s got a few on his chest as well. There’s this one from a battle a few years ago, there’s this one from a misunderstanding, there’s- Wait, what. You come out to him and he sits there for a tic, processing. But you’re male right? Yes, you tell him, but you weren’t always. But you are now? Then that’s what matters. He’ll still call you sir and such because that’s who you are.

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A Witcher's Tummy Ache

Geralt has a stomach ache and Jaskier helps.

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Jaskier knows a lot about his Witcher. He’s been traveling on and off with him for almost five years. By now they find comfort in each other. They share beds happily, bathe together happily, and of course they love just being with each other.

However Jaskier still learns about him everyday. Today as they settle into a mediocre Inn, Geralt seems... off.

He seems to be favoring his stomach and he’s a bit grumpier than usual. Jaskier didn’t know if he was hurt or what so Jaskier asked.

“Geralt, what’s wrong with your stomach? Were you stabbed again and didn’t tell me? Did something happen?” Jaskier was sitting on the bed in his linen sleep pants watching Geralt dry off from his bath. He wasn’t facing Jaskier so he couldn’t see if there was a new wound or not.

“hurts” is all Jask heard come from the larger man.

“Hurts? You got hurt? When, dear? Who hurt you? What do you need me to do?” Jaskier was already standing up and walking over to look at Geralt’s wound. But when Geralt turned there was no wound but rather a slightly distended belly.

“Oh darling, you have a bellyache? Come, let me help.” Jaskier placed a hand on Geralt’s wrist. Geralt just hummed and followed the bard to the bed.

“Lay down with your back to my, yes good boy.” Jaskier said after he laid down in the middle of the bed. Geralt was heavy against his chest but it was nice. It was always nice to feel Geralt's solid meaty weight against him.

Jaskier put his hands on Geralt’s ribs.

“I’m gonna just massage your stomach okay? Is that okay dearest?” Jaskier said as he just rubbed small circles with his thumbs.

“Yeah it’s okay Jask. Be gentle please” Geralt said and tried to relax back onto the younger. His brothers used to just tell him to wait and not sleep on his stomach for a few days. It was always strange with Jaskier. Gentler and more... Well Geralt didn't know. He usually just makes it up to being Jaskier being raised by parents. Maybe this is how parents treat their children. Geralt really doesn't care.

Jaskier gently started to stress his hands over the scarred abdomen in front of him. He rubbed up and down and rubbed small circles. Geralt let out soft sighs and groans. Geralt spread his legs a bit and put his ankles on the outsides of Jaskier’s.

Jaskier worked his way from Geralt's sternum down to his hips rubbing and massaging over and over again for almost an hour.

Soon enough Geralt’s breaths slowed and when Jaskier looked at the Witcher’s face, yep. Geralt was asleep.

“I’m happy to help you Geralt. I love you.” Falling on deaf ears but still. Jaskier has to tell him.

#fanfic #egg_company #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rvia #geralt z rivii #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #jaskier

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Henchman

Harley Quinn x Reader

Word Count: 2,6k

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, mentions of domestic violence

Summary: Y/n was forced to be one of Joker's henchmen. She flew under the radar for the most part. That was until The Joker assigned her to be Harley Quinn's bodyguard. That's when she found out her freedom would surely come.

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No one ever consciously makes the decision of being a goon. It's always an unfortunate set of circumstances. Whether it be the inability to work because of prior convictions, an unplayable debt, or even fate handpicking you for that life.

For Y/n, she found herself in the middle of a bank robbery. There was a gun to her head, she had to make a decision on the spot; die or become one of the Joker's henchmen.

Maybe she should've chosen death.

Not just anyone could be one of the Joker's workers. They had an image to uphold; muscles, tattoos, and a handful of them had signature green hair like his. Y/n went through a lot of pain to fit that build. The moment she did, she was off doing the Joker's bidding.

There were only a handful of the henchmen that were women. They weren't treated any differently from the men. Same workload, same chores, same punishments if they fucked up.

Most of the other henchmen had found some sense of camaraderie with each other. They considered each other friends, maybe even family. That wasn't the case for Y/n she barely considered them coworkers.

However, she did get a nickname. They called her Snaps. She got the name because of the temper she had built. She was kept to herself, and for the most part everyone knew that.

Mostly everyone isn't everyone, unfortunately. So some poor souls had to learn the hard way. If they consistently fucked with Y/n, she would eventually snap. When she did, it was almost instant.

The first time it happened was actually in front of Joker, himself. Some henchmen kept trying to feel her up while Joker was giving them orders. She tried smacking his hand away, but it always seemed to find a way back to where it didn't belong.

So naturally when he reached over the next time, she stabbed right through his hand," Don't fucking touch me."

He screamed in agony, gaining Joker's attention," The bitch stabbed me."

The Joker simply said ,"I like her style." Then continued with his monologue.

There were other times following that situation that only solidified the nickname.

Y/n couldn't stand the thing that she became. Everything about it was awful, but she didn't have any other choice.

" Snaps, the boss wants you in his office immediately."

At the henchman's words, Y/n headed straight for the Joker's office. She had worked there long enough to know that this wasn't a frightening journey as it seemed. In fact, she had been in Joker's office numerous times.

" Aww Snaps, just the person I wanted to see," he laughed at his intentional pun.

" What can I do for you, sir?"

His face took a comically large frown," Always so serious, Snaps, but that's what I like about you. You don't take any shit from anyone. It reminds me of… well, me."

Y/n sat there as still as she could be, waiting for the Joker's actual orders.

" Snaps, have you met my Harley?"

Y/n shakes her head," No sir, I haven't."

He pauses his movements and starts to pose dramatically," Surely you've heard of her? Seen her around, maybe? Heard her scream my name at night?"

" Yes sir, I know of Miss Quinn."

Joker claps his hands together," That's fantastic news, Snaps, because you're going to be her personal security from now on."

Y/n's eyes widen, and this causes Joker to laugh. The shock on the woman's face has him completely tickled," Oh my god, Snaps, I don't think I've ever seen your face do something other than frown. That's priceless."

" You want me to guard Miss Quinn?"

The smile slowly retreats from his face," That's what I said, didn't I?"

Y/n cleared her throat," Yes sir."

The smile returned instantly," Where she goes, you go. She will have authority over you, just like I do. So you better listen to her. One toe out of line, I might just have to cut it off. Do you understand?"

" Yes sir."

Joker cackles," Good. Now Harley baby, come on in, I've got a surprise for you."

The woman struts in the room. This Harley Quinn looked different to the one that Y/n was previously familiar with. The red and black attire was gone, so was the mask, and the hat.

She wore a short shirt with even shorter shorts. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, almost mimicking her former headwear.

" Harley, this is Snaps, your new personal bodyguard. Anywhere you go, she goes. She is the best woman we have, and I know she won't let any harm come to you. Right, Snaps?"

" Yes sir, I will keep her safe."

Joker grins," See, she's even well-mannered."

Harley throws her arms over the villain," Thank you so much, Puddin. This new look has the people going psycho over lil ol me. I'm tired of beatin em up myself."

Joker twirls the woman in the arms then plants a wet kiss on her lips," Anything for you, my Harley. Now, why don't you test her out."

Harley looks in Y/n's direction briefly," Let's go Snaps, we got a lot of chaos to cause."

Harley exits the office and Y/n trails behind her. They walk out of the warehouse into the Gotham City fog.

" So, how'd you get the name Snaps?"

" My temper," the henchman answers shortly.

Harley jumps in place a few times," Oooo I have one of those too. One moment a guy in a club is calling me a bitch and the next I'm breaking his knees."

Y/n watches as the animated woman talks, quite unused to the cheeriness. She tries to make a little small talk," Is Harley a nickname?"

" Harleen Quinzel is the long name, but Harley Quinn for short. My friends even call me Harley. You got a name, Snaps?"

The woman was almost startled at the question. No one had asked her real name in months," Y/n Y/ln."

Harley keeps walking, her bat swinging with each step," Y/n sounds way better than Snaps."

Y/n shrugs," You know, henchmen nicknames are never that good."

Harley observes you," Can I trust you, Y/n?"

" We just met," Y/n answers back.

Harley smiles," Good answer, how'd you end up here."

" Bank robbery; it was either this or death. I chose this."

Harley frowns," So you never wanted to be a henchman? You're not down for the Joker's cause"

Y/n raised an eyebrow," Is this a set-up?"

Harley looks from her left to her right and then back at you, "No, but I didn't come back with just a new wardrobe. I have a new attitude. One that might not work so well with Mistah J's."

Y/n couldn't believe her ears," You're going to turn on him. Harley, you could die. He could kill you for this."

" Maybe if I were alone, he would. But that's not the case because I'm working with Bats."

The henchman's mouth dropped open," Bats? As in Batsy? Batman? What the hell is going on?"

Harley eyes soften," I'm so tired of being the punch line to every joke. The abuse… I just can't take it anymore. I'm a fun gal with a few loose screws. Him, he's a monster."

Y/n absorbs the information she's being told. She never knew that the Joker was abusing Harley. It wasn't a surprise, but it still angered the girl.

" I can't wait for this sick bastard to be locked up again. I'm tired of living like this. I'm sorry, he's been hurting you. He's not going to lay a finger on you, if I'm here."

Harley smiles at the girl genuinely," Thanks Y/nn."

The henchman's face involuntarily heats with the sweet nickname. Harley takes notice, but chooses not to tease the woman.

" What?" Y/n shuffles a bit under Harley's intense stare.

" Do you want a makeover?"

Y/n tilts her head to the side. She stops to look at her reflection in a store window. She hardly recognizes her own reflection. Her hand runs through the green hair, her eyes scrunch up at the ugly clothes that were provided by Joker.

" Won't he get upset?"

Harley shrugs," So? Technically, he said I can do whatever I want with you. If we're going to be seen together, you have to be stylish, thems the rules."

Harley practically drags Y/n all over Gotham City. By the time they reach their final destination, Y/n has two handfuls of bags.

" Where are we?"

" My apartment, now drop the bags and follow me."

Y/n follows Harley into a huge restroom. The clown brings a chair for her bodyguard to sit in. Y/n takes her seat and watches Harley through the mirror.

" What are you doing?"

Harley is focused on the contents of her bag," We're dying your hair. So we match a little better."

" Are you allowed to do that ?"

She ran her hand through Y/n's hair," Do you mind if I dye it?"

" I was talking about the Joker."

Harley rolled her eyes," Fuck him. As long as I say it's alright, and you're ok with it, it's happening."

Y/n really stared at her reflection. Harley's pale hand stuck out in the bright green hair that she never wanted. The blonde, blue, and pink in Harley's hair were different, but anything would be better than the green.

" Let's do it, fuck it."

There was something special in that moment Y/n shared with Harley. There was an instant trust between the two. Partially due to the fact that Harley was the only person she felt she could let her guard around.

With the case she had already built against the Joker, it was only a matter of time before this would all come to an end. Though Y/n was thrilled at the thought of parting ways with the Joker, she had grown to like Harley.

In fact, Y/n found herself developing a crush on the unconventional villain turned hero. She liked Harley's unpredictability. The clown was smart, funny, talented, and the list went on forever, at least to Y/n.

Joker doesn't suspect anything. He didn't care about the hair or the new wardrobe. He thought about it as if Y/n was a doll and Harley was playing with her. He honestly thought it was quite amusing.

" Today's the day Y/n, Bats is on standby," Harley had the excitement etched onto her face.

Y/n gave her the best smile she could muster," I can't wait."

Harley could see through her facade. She didn't get a chance to question it.

" HARLEEN, GET IN HERE NOW!"

The harsh tone of voice only capable of coming out of one man. Y/n took notice of how Harley flinched at the voice. The woman was going to go on her, but Y/n insisted on following her.

As soon as they stepped into the Joker's office, the man threw a stack of papers at Harley.

" You stupid moron, I thought I told you to take care of this shit. Now I've got the Penguin up my ass and Falcone not too far behind him."

Harley became stiff under his glare, "I- I'm."

" Y-y-you are pathetic," he spits out.

The way mocks her irritates Y/n. Her fists ball up beside her, trying to keep her anger at bay.

That all goes out of the window, when she sees Joker make the move to smack Harley. Y/n's hand shoots out to grab his wrist before she can think to stop herself.

She places herself between the two. Joker laughs at her actions, but he doesn't actually think anything is funny," Snaps, I get it, you're good at your job, but you don't get to protect her from me. Now let me go."

Y/n glances at Harley, who is visibly shaken behind her, then back at the lunatic in front of her. She doesn't release the grip.

" You and I go way back, Snaps. Are you really going to let some dumb bitch ruin this for you ? She'll make it out of here, but you don't have that guarantee."

That was it for Y/n.

She punches Joker square in the jaw, catching him off guard. He stumbles and laughs. He goes in for banter, but she doesn't allow him any breathing room. She uppercuts him, and he falls flat on his back.

She takes that opportunity to continue to rain down punches on the clown prince of crime. He continues to laugh with each hit, making her angrier and angrier.

Harley grabs onto her shoulder as she is going in for another swing," Y/n stop."

That was Joker's perfect window. With a sick cackle, he stabs Y/n in the stomach. Her hands go to cover the wound as he shoves her off of him.

" Should've listened when you had the chance. It's a shame really, I actually liked you."

He aims a gun at her as the wound from her stomach gushes blood. Harley moves towards him, but Y/n shakes her head in agony," Go, now."

Harley stands her ground and that causes Joker to smile, "Aww you really care about her, don't you? I'll get you a new one after this, sweetums."

When Y/n thought it was her end, a black mass swooped down from the ceiling vent. Joker was tackled to the ground with his hands behind his back.

" You're going away forever this time, Joker."

" Batsy, nice of you to drop in," he laughs as the masked hero yanks him to his feet.

Harley was by Y/n's side instantly, her hands flying over the girl’s wound. She pressed down on it, causing Y/n to grunt in pain.

" Sorry cupcake, I've gotta put pressure on it. If I don't you could-" tears pool in her eyes as she watches the blood pour out of Y/n.

The GCPD officers take Joker while Batman approaches Harley and Y/n," Let me take a look."

Harley looks at the Bat apprehensively," Be careful with her."

He gave her a nod. Batman began patching her up right then and there. A mixture of tech and his prior knowledge, he was able to get Y/n fixed in under an hour.

" Are you finished yet?" Harley pokes her head in the door anxiously.

" All done, Quinn," Batman helps Y/n to her feet. Harley rushes to the girl, carefully wrapping her arms around her middle.

" I wasn't going to let him hurt you," Y/n kisses the top of the girl's head.

" He stabbed you."

Y/n caught her eyes," I'd let him stab me 1800 times before I let him lay another finger on you."

Harley's eyes dart away from Y/n's," Y/n, you know I'm not normal. After all Joker put you through, you probably want a little more normalcy in your life."

" If I can be honest with you, Harley, the only thing I want in my life, now that this is over, is you."

Harley smiles," Me?"

" You," you smile down at her.

The clown pulls Y/n down into a firm kiss. Their lips hit each other and there is an instant spark. Neither of the pairs ever wanted the kiss to end.

It was a cough from Batman that ended up separating the pair," Harley has told me all about your situation. I just want to assure you that you aren't going to jail. If you want it, there's a spot on our team for you. If not, that's alright too. Think it over."

He took his leave after that, seemingly disappearing from thin air. Y/n and Harley also left the Joker's hideout, eager to put this all behind them.

Y/n had a lot to think about, teaming with Batman almost sounded just as crazy as working for the Joker. As she looked at the woman next to her, the answer was almost alarmingly obvious.

Anything involving Harley was something Y/n would be interested in.

#lowkeyerror #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn imagine #harley quinn #the joker #batman

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ailendolin · 9 months

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for the prompts, maybe 9 for Gabrian, please~?

Thank you so much for the prompt "Trust" for these two! I hope you enjoy this little post-movie ficlet!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Chance Meeting

It was a coincidence, really, that Gabriel was passing by the Earl of Croydon’s house just when Ian was roughly being shoved out of the front door by a guard. She had been on her way to the market but all thoughts of buying fabrics for Bill’s latest play fled her mind when she saw Ian stumble down the stairs and land hard on his knees in the mud. A small bag of belongings landed next to him in the street.

“Now get lost!” the guard growled before he carefully locked the house behind him. He left without sparing Ian a second glance and Gabriel stood there for a moment, shocked. She’d known Croydon’s house was to be cleared out this week and that Ian, being Croydon’s former servant, had been tasked with doing the packing up – Bill had told her as much after his latest talk with the Earl of Southampton. She hadn’t known that Ian would be treated like a common thief, though. Seeing him get kicked out of what was, essentially, his home by a stranger as if he were no better than a common household pest made her blood boil.

She had half a mind of going after the guard and giving him a piece of her mind when movement across the street caught her attention. Ian was shakily getting to his feet and the slow way in which he moved made it glaringly obvious that that poor leg of his hadn’t gotten a chance to heal over the last few days. It took him far longer than it should have to find his balance and when he finally did, his leg trembled visibly. He made quite a sorry sight as he stood there, dripping mud and with his few belongings lying at his feet. Gabriel had been in his place once, a long time ago, and when his attempt to retrieve his bag made him wince in barely suppressed pain her old back injury twinged in sympathy.

“Wait, let me help you,” she said and hurried across the street. She picked up the bag – it was awfully light – and handed it to him.

“You’re – you’re one of them,” Ian said shakily and took an unsteady step backwards. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost and Gabriel didn’t blame him. She’d still been an assassin the last time they’d met, and he didn’t seem to have heard that the queen had granted her asylum.

“Not anymore,” she said with her best reassuring smile. “I’m working for Bill now – Bill Shakespeare? The man who wrote the play?”

Ian swallowed hard and clutched his belongings more tightly against his chest. “I – I had nothing to do with what happened with Mr Shakespeare’s wife or – or Mr Marlow, I swear!”

He took another step away from her and his injured leg slipped on the muddy ground. Acting purely on instinct, Gabriel’s arms shot out to steady him.

“Careful,” she said softly and released him once she was sure his leg would bear his weight.

“Thank you,” Ian whispered without looking at her. “Are you going to stab me now?”

Gabriel laughed because otherwise she might cry. “Of course not. I tried to tell you: I work for Bill now – as a seamstress.”

“Oh,” Ian said and finally dared to look at her. “Congratulations?”

This time, Gabriel’s laugh was more genuine. “Thank you. They’re really good people – and they happen to be looking for someone to take care of their house here in London.”

Ian blinked. “You – you can’t mean me.”

“Why not?” Gabriel asked. “You’re a hard worker. I’ve seen that myself. And you’re out of a job, are you not?”

“Yes, but – I’ve worked for Croydon,” Ian said, resigned. “No one in their right mind would want to employ me after what happened. And Mr Shakespeare has more reason than most not to want me under his roof.”

Gabriel shook her head. “If Anne and Bill can forgive me for the part I played in the plot, they can certainly forgive you for just doing your job.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Ian mumbled, looking down at his feet.

“Well, I am,” Gabriel said and, taking matters into her own hands – literally – gently took hold of his arm. “Please, just come and have dinner with us. Trust me: they’ll be glad to see you.”

“No one is ever glad to see me,” Ian muttered.

Gabriel knew what that felt like only too well.

“That’s not true,” she said softly. “I was glad to see you, just now. We’ve been wondering what had happened to you – Anne, Bill and I.” She paused. “I did not lie when I said you would be welcome in their home.”

She knew it would take a long time for Ian to trust her – to trust anyone, really, after the way he had been treated by Croydon for years – but when he tentatively nodded and allowed her to lead him down the street, Gabriel felt her heart lift with hope. Hope that he would let them help him, that he might stay–

That perhaps one day, he would look at her and see a friend rather than someone he should fear.

#ian #gabriel montoya #gabrian #bill 2015 #bill the film #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet #birthday prompts 2023

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inkyquince · 1 year

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omg i am so with u on the “what if reader was short and adorable and sooo much smaller than (insert character)” like what about reader who is tall and is batshit crazy and is a masochist !!!!! what about us!!!!!!!!

okay, okay, okay. let me explain this theory i have using hit smash dark romantic comedy, NBC's Hannibal, and somewhat, the extended Hannibal books.

Okay so, all fannibals know that Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are the main romantic pairing. They're in love. Murder Husbands was said IN the show, that's not a thing the fandom made up. Anyway-

A HUGE reason I adore Hannibal and the fandom is that... Bedelia should be Hannibal's love interest or obsession, in the same way the slasher fandom's usual Y/N is small petite and adorable and shit.

She is his perfect equal (kinda). She is put together, she is smart, she is beautiful, she is polite, she is a fellow psychiatrist. Hell, Bedelia was changed from an old woman in the earlier drafts to the mindblowing Gillian Anderson.

By all reason, she should be the one Hannibal is in love with.

She isn't.

Directly opposite of Bedelia, is Will Graham.

He is SO me-core. He is a rude, sweaty, sarcastic, dog dad. He is disturbed and twitchy and bitchy. He is autistic with an empathy disorder.

And Hannibal has many scenes where that man is staring at Will's ass. That man is so in love. The way he looks at that depressed homicidal fucker is beautiful. Just look at Tobias Budge's last episode. Look at how miserable he is in Europe with Bedelia while pining for Will. Yes, pining is a word the show uses, not me. He KILLS another man because he tried to peek behind the curtain like Will did.

And finally, we have Hannibal Lecter's book romantic partner, Clarice. Shout out, Clary. Bad bitch, redhead, and somehow Hannibal is the only man you can even like when you read her books, cuz every other guy is a gross asshole.

So, one one side, Bedelia, on the otherside, Will and in the middle, Clarice.

For a lot of slashers, it feels like... They'd enjoy the Will Graham of love interests. The unhinged. The weird. Like Chucky, Tiffany is the only woman for him (I COULD TREAT HER BETTER).

So, on a range of reader inserts there is the Bedelia's. The ones that SHOULD hold their interest, like Greta in The Boy. Pretty and smol and adorable and oh my god girlies. The one that in practise, would be their lil obsession.

Then we get reader insert Clarice. The understanding, the bad bitch, the one who hears the lambs screaming. In between socially acceptable and unhinged. God I love Clarice. I play remothered and kiss the screen. Takes time to become. Maybe its a bit of stockholm, or Hanni's extra finger is just that good at fingering. (i cannot emphasise enough how much i love Clarice. i legit hate fanfic that try to cast her as a basic bitch. god, she was like my major crush for years.)

Then.... Willy. ehe

The one, you can fully understand and fits too well. These two men SHOW to enjoy each other's company. Hannibal excuses SO much of Will Graham's fucking bullshit because Will Graham is such a BITCH AND I LOVE HIM. Bursting in, throwing his coat, saying he kissed Alana and the only thing Hannibal can focus on? Fucker got kissed. Next episode he sends a serial killer to her house. Get your own bad bitch to kiss, Alana. Hannibal killed people for being rude, or implying rudeness. Will is CONSTANTLY RUDE AND MEAN AND BITCHY and hannibal is kicking his feet.

So, take a slasher.

Let's say.... Ghostface. Shout out Billy and Stu, you guys would have loved... Gay porn? idk man.

Reader 1 is a perfect victim. Stays quiet, all uwu, and they get hard. Neat.

Reader 2 knows who they are. Just shrugs. They're enthused that you don't care and then they get hard. Brilliant. We love a morally grey reader.

Reader 3 is just unhinged. They're strange and weird and they stab back. They get hard. Stu, please, you don't have the blood to spare to get HARD RIGHT NOW-

Anyway, its how I categorise readers. They all somewhat make sense, but my favourite reader insert will be thjrd reader. The antithesis to the slasher. They SHOULDNT be into them, but THEY ARE, and thEY DON'T KNOW WHY.

Like, I love Hannibal because it was the first time we got a Will Graham, instead of a Greta. (also the fact this bitch was called Greta. WHO CALLS THEIR KID GRET0 who cares.)

Im not sure im explaining properly but I love a love interest that is an exception to the slasher. They dont fit in their world, but because of that, its sexy.

Also, the reader being a mess. Its why i love fallen hero rebirth, you can play such a messy villain that everyone still gets hard for. Will Graham was such a breath of fresh air, he's rumpled, he's a bitch, he's tired, his brain is on fire. But Hannibal still wanted to smash, in more than one way.

I fucking love unhinged readers, more than the cute little readers who are 4'11, cant reach shelves and always wear snug weedle jumpers. Like shout out if you are that, you're adorable, but my brain wants to see if i can knock you down like bowling pins. I will read a thing where the male reader jumps on The Collector's back and starts biting and be like omf so me vibes.

Weird bitches needs more weird bitches. And Will Graham once had a weird hallucination he was having a fivesome with hannibal alana margot and a w*ndigo, which is such a weird girl vibe

#can u tell i had too many thoughts and went WAY off track #but it makes sense to me #so fuck you #... i feel like i could sit in hannibal's office in my crocs and ramble about one of my special interests and he's just there like :))#wondering if he's autism-sexual #thats a joke #please #thats just a joke #let me have THAT JOKE #anyway #ask

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pulchrasilva · 1 year

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HI I SAW IN THE TAGS YOURE MAKING A CHARACTER TELL ME ABOUT THEM (THREAT) (I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS)

YES I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY CHARACTER (finally)

Ok ok so she's a tiefling warlock (i almost made her a bard but then I realised I was just trying to make Noise 2 so I went with warlock instead. It didn't work very well)

So anyway, her name's Requital but she doesn't trust most people so everyone knows her as Talia (RequiTALIA get it). She's pretending to be a noble and thats the name of her alter ego.

Shes chaotic good and really hates the rich or anyone who takes advantage of others (even though she does it herself sometimes, shhh its tootally justified). I'd say her manner is like Janus Sanders but her like ideals are more Robin Hood. She loves stealing from people she thinks deserve it and she uses her noblewoman alterego to do that.

This is why Narula, an archfey, offered her a warlock pact. Narula is vengeful and wants to punish wrongdoers but she's been imprisoned in some kind of enchanted forest (this is my DMs backstory because for some reason we can't find any lore for Narula except her name) so she needed someone to do this for her. Obviously Requital was like hell yeah im doing that anyway, gimme powers. But if she gets too sidetracked or goes after someone Narula doesn't deem evil then she's gonna be in trooouble~

So yeah she's kinda bound to keep enacting her own form of justice on the world. BUT because she constantly surrounds herself with shitty people she's exacerbated her own trust issues and can't properly judge who deserves it anymore, which led to... problems.

She heard about a nobleman who was stockpiling wealth and assumed he was exploiting his people for his own gain. So she befriended him (she told herself that his kindness was just a facade like always) and stole all the money only to later learn that he wasn't hoarding the wealth. There was a blight plaguing his people and he'd been gathering funds to treat it. So by stealing the money, she'd actually prevented him from saving lives. More people died because of her AND she hurt someone who genuinely thought of her as a friend (and she maybe thought of as a friend too but she's not gonna admit that). So now she's trying to atone for that mistake.

All of her spells and stuff are about deception, illusion, disguise, etc (she's kinda useless in combat rip). So far she's made loads of people basically piss their pants with her Fey Presence. She's also scammed an elf diviner (i think they were a diviner at least?? They could tell the future and stuff) and managed to persuade them that she really was a noblewoman who was travelling and so didn't have much money with her but pretty please can she have that magic item she'll pay 25 of the 150 gold upfront and then have someone come back with the rest of the money soon (really hoping we don't see that elf again lol where am I gonna find 125 gold). One of the other party members overheard this and called bullshit so I had to roll with disadvantage but I nat 20ed and did it anyway!! (Obviously she's really pissed about that and is now holding blackmail over him)

Oh and in our session today she Fey Presence-ed a guy and then the SAME PERSON just BARGED IN and knocked out HER PRISONER!!!! and she's furious so she tried to kill him (multiple times) but his armour class is so high that all she managed to do was waste a spell slot and nearly stab herself lmao. Imagine a really angry kitten trying to scratch you but being held by the scruff of the neck thats her right now

In terms of appearance she's like kinda tall and pretty weak. Her skin is dark with bronze freckles and her eyes are jet black, her horns and tail are bronze and she wears her hair in long black locs which fade to red at the ends. Since getting to level 2 though one of her eyes has turned purple (like Narula's) and her horns have become more fey-like but she's been hiding this using Disguise Self so only she knows about it.

#my original idea for requital was for her to be cool but tbh shes kinda patheticcore instead #dnd #dnd tiefling #dnd character #ask

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ramblingsofafanatic · 1 year

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Why don't you distract me then?

Summary: Zeb gets injured on a mission, some fluff ensues.

Word Count: 735

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Warnings: Major Injuries - not graphically described

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Kallus didn't see it happen. He was busy uploading information onto a datastick when the explosion went off behind him. He's knocked into the console as debris flies past him. It takes him a second to realize why he wasn't hit with anything.

Zeb, stupid selfless Zeb, who was guarding the door, had jumped between Kallus and the blast and is now firing at the stormtroopers as they try to make their way inside.

Kallus unholsters his blaster and helps take out the last couple stormtroopers outside the door as they wait for the data transfer to finish. He grabs the datastick and stashes it in an inside pocket of his jacket as soon as it's done.

"Okay, let's head out." Kallus says and turns to see that Zeb is very much not okay.

"Shit, you're injured." Kallus says as he moves towards the other.

"Huh? Oh… OH. I don't think that's supposed to be there" Zeb says as he apparently also just notices the extent of his injuries.

"No," Kallus agrees as he bends down to get a better look. There's a piece of rebar sticking out of Zeb's thigh, there's blood around it but it's not coming out quickly.

"You think you can walk with that in there?" Kallus asks as he rips some fabric off the blacks of one of the fallen stormtroopers. He uses it to secure the rebar in place so it doesn't move or fall out as he tries to get Zeb out of here.

"You're gonna leave it there?!" Zeb asks.

"I can't take it out here, it's very likely stopping you from bleeding to death," Kallus explains and Zeb groans but doesn't complain as they hear more explosions in the distance.

"Okay, fine let's go." Zeb says. Kallus stands and ducks under Zeb's arm to help the lasat. There are luckily very few stormtroopers between them and the Ghost.

"Zeb what happened?!" Ezra asks as they move past him to get up the ramp, Ezra deflecting a few bolts that tried to come their way.

"An explosion got him," Kallus says before they let Hera know they're all back and good to go.

"Oof, you okay big guy?" Sabine asks as she finds her way back to the loading bay.

"As good I can be," Zeb says as Kallus helps him sit down.

"I'm gonna grab the medkit, don't let him touch it." Kallus says to Sabine and Ezra before heading up the ladder.

"I would never!" Zeb says and not one person believes him. Kallus returns and removes the makeshift bandage to clean and replace it.

"You're leaving it???" Zeb asks again.

"I told you I can't remove it," Kallus says with a sigh, he'd much prefer to leave things until they get back to base and an actual medic can treat it.

"I thought you meant until we got back to the ship, not back to base" Zeb whines.

"Can't have you bleeding out all over my ship Zeb, it will only take us 6 hours to get back to Yavin, you'll live." Hera says as she comes to check on them, they must be in hyperspace now.

"6 hours?" Zeb complains before yelping as Kallus stabs him with a hypo of painkiller.

"That should help." Kallus says before cleaning up the medkit. Hera nods to herself before ushering Ezra and Sabine to leave, following after them.

Kallus sits down beside Zeb, planning to keep him company as long as he's not needed until they're back at base.

"Don't touch it." He says as Zeb reaches out to poke at his thigh.

"There's a pole sticking out of my leg!"

"Yes, leave it there."

"I wasn't gonna take it out." Zeb protests and Kallus just hums. Now that everyone is safe, the adrenaline is leaving and he's feeling a bit tired. He rests his head back against the bulkhead and closes his eyes.

"Why don't you distract me then?" Zeb asks and that has Kallus peeking an eye open in interest.

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"

"Come here and I'll show you" Zeb says as he reaches out and drags Kallus the rest of the way over to where he's sitting.

"You're injured." Kallus mutters as Zeb pulls him into a kiss.

"My leg, not my mouth" Zeb says after pulling back. Kallus doesn't protest this time as Zeb pulls him back in.

#kalluzeb

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hahahahahangst · 2 years

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En and Xanax (Be The Young 9)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, **s*xual assault**

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

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En and Xanax

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En and Xanax didn’t know each other before a shared panic attack e immediately they went along. She was the daughter of an american who moved to Rome and he was the son of a bitch long retired. If you won’t get scared of my fears one day you’ll tell me yours and we’ll find a way to take them out. [...] Ex and Xanax, when they fought, they could have stopped the traffic on New York Or kill each other through the phone Then she calmed down and he found her naked on chair

When John started to set up all the info he had on the demon on the wall of the motel, Emily could not believe her eyes and how much information he had. There were maps and books, pictures, charts, and articles from newspapers. To see it all like that, their goal looked as close as ever. They found the Colt, they had all of that info: how difficult could it be to find him?

"Dad, when did you collect all of this?" Asked Emily.

"In the last year, since I left. That's when he finally resurfaced for good."

"I thought that happened when I came along."

"That was an isolated episode, but the signs were all there."

"Signs?" Intervened Dean. Emily started flocking through the paper on the desk.

"He's going after families. All houses burned to the ground, six months old children." Explained John.

"Just like you, Sam." Commented Dean. "...and just like Alex." He looked at Emily, who nodded.

"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. Is it all because of me?" Asked Sam.

"We have no proof of that, Sam." Said Emily, maybe with a little too much bitterness. Dean looked at her, probably wondering if he should intervene.

"Oh really?" Said Sam, sarcastic. "Because it looks like we are pretty damn sure!"

Emily took a deep breath. "Sure Sam, because the entire hell dimension revolves about your pretty hair." She said, even more sarcastically. She took a pile of newspaper clippings from the desk and put it in his hands. "Just… start reading, would you?" Sam took the paper and tried to mutter something under his breath, but she ignored him. Dean looked at her and if Emily didn’t know better, she would have swore he was holding back a proud smile. She had been going hard on Sam for the previous hours, finding every opportunity to be bitter to him. He was behaving like a child and so she treated him like such.

She was used to nightmares. She had them most nights. But usually, she would dream of something close to her. Her mother, her brother Alex, her old life. This time, it was more confusing and foggy than usual: she saw a man with yellow eyes in a dark room. She heard a baby coo and she saw a woman looking out of a window. Then, everything got clearer. She could smell flowers, just like the ones her mother used to buy. Slowly, she started to feel in pain. In the beginning it was a subtle tingle, but it soon became a stab right at the base of her chest. The man was still looking at her.

She woke up in a panic, sweaty and towered by Dean. She tried to sit down and realized she was on the ground. The pain disappeared with her nightmare and she slowly started to realize where she was. She was traveling towards the nearest city to do some research with Sam and Dean.

“Are you okay?” Asked Dean, helping her sit. The car was still running a handful of feet away from them.

“Yeah, just- just a bad dream I guess.” She wiped her forehead from the sweat and tried to recollect.

“Are you sure?” Asked Sam, who had also appeared next to her, a little too worried for her liking. Dean also seemed overly upset to her.

“Sam, it was just a dream. A bad one, but still a dream.”

He nodded. She slowly made her way back to the car and fell asleep almost immediately.

When they finally got to Iowa, and they walked to the city archives, she was still ignoring Sam. In the previous weeks he had tried several times to apologize, but she had never let him speak more than a couple of words. She sat two tables away from him and started to collect names and names of all kids that fit the criteria of turning six months old soon.

She heard the sound of a rolling chair approaching her and she knew immediately that Sam was trying to apologize to her for the tenth time that week.

“How’s it going?”

“Slow.”

“Listen, I-” Emily cut him out by standing up and putting away the first box of files, taking the second one. He went after her. “Would you let me apologize to you?”

“No.” She said, sternly slamming the box on the table. “I am busy.”

“How long will you hold the grudge against me?”

“Until I say so.”

“Why?” To that question, Emily froze and took a deep breath. She was about to lash out at him, but it was not the right place, nor the right time.

“Because.” She sat back down and went back to her research. Sam had some audacity to think everything could be solved with a simple apology. He went from being her sole ally to going against her for no reason other than their dad being there. Being two-faced was something Emily learnt to not accept as a kid and she was not going to start now.

He would have to do a little more than apologizing to win her trust back.

Later, they were walking back to the car when Sam started clutching his head in pain. It was quick, but Emily gave up her mission of not talking to him and insisted he sat down for a second. She stood over him while he took deep breaths and then, suddenly, took out a map. He started looking at it, intensely. Emily waited for an explanation that never came. Instead, Sam hastily walked back to the car and started driving. After a while, she noticed they were not going to the motel.

“Sam, where are we going?” Asked Emily, worried by the sudden mood change.

“I saw something.” He stated, not giving any additional explanation. He looked and sounded just like their father.

“...and?”

“We need to go there now.” Emily sighed deeply.

"Sam, I swear to god if you don't explain to me what is going on I'll crash the fucking car."

Sam looked at her, surprised as if he was taken out of a trance. He quickly explained to her a vision that looked a little too much like her dream.

"Sam." She said, deadly serious. "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Because that's what I dreamt about this morning…" Emily saw him swallow, nervous, but he didn't answer.

She sat there and quickly texted Dean to let him know their location. Sam stopped the car in a house complex. He looked over to a building and looked back at the map. “God, dad is going to be furious when he hears about this.” Concluded Emily, recognizing the house as being the one from her dream.

Sam weakly smiled and then left the car, going towards a woman who was walking by. Emily followed him, ready to follow whatever fake scenario he had in mind. Sam chatted with the woman: she had a small child, turning six months that exact day. Emily held the baby while Sam and the woman kept chatting, her brother pretending that they had just moved in the neighborhood.

The second the mother mentioned the age of her daughter, it was as if Emily could hear Sam swearing in his head. Eventually, the woman went back into the house and the siblings were left alone with all the questions that the encounter had raised.

“What do you think it’s going on?” Asked Emily, leaning on a trashcan. She would have avoided contact with him very happily, but the situation called for some clarification.

“I wish I could tell you, but I have no idea either.”

Emily stayed silent for a while. “Sam… do you think…?” She had so many questions, none of which, she was sure, Sam could answer. She still was not too sure she wanted to talk to him. But her most pressing question was if this vision had something to do with how their mothers died.

“I don’t really know.” Said Sam. But Emily didn’t speak. Emily didn’t ask anything. She raised her eyebrows. Sam seemed surprised. “What?”

“You don’t know… what?”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t ask anything.”

“Uh- I must have misheard then.” He said, shrugging. They both headed back to the car and Sam drove them back to the motel.

When they got there, John was not happy to hear the news. “When were you planning on telling me about this?” He asked. Emily was leaning on the desk and looked over to Dean, who stood right in front of her. Sam, in the middle of them leaning on a chair, didn’t know what to say. Her dad looked angry, as if they were hiding things from him on purpose. In reality, most of it had just happened.

Dean was the one who finally spoke. “We did not know what it meant.” He sighed deeply. But then, he looked over to Emily. “Are you sure it was the same house?”

“Same house, same baby. I am sure, Dean.” Her brother brushed his face with his hands and sat down on the bed.

“You should have called.” Said John. Emily intercepted Sam about to answer in the worst way possible.

“We did.” Said Emily. “So many times. You could’ve-”

Sam's phone rang at that moment. Emily wasn’t able to continue the argument, because Sam called the caller by name. Meg.

Emily looked at Dean, who looked back at her with at least as much disbelief that came from Sam’s mouth. “Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window.”

A little later, Sam passed his phone to John. Emily sat down next to Dean. She wasn’t able to put together enough of the conversation, but she heard John get progressively angrier and angrier. “I’ll bring you the colt.” He said. Emily stood up immediately, ready to complain, but Dean was faster to intercept her and cover her mouth with his hand, which she bit. He mouthed “ouch” while shaking his hand, but he let her go. John hung up the phone.

“Dad, you cannot give her the gun!” Protested Emily. Dean scowled at her, but did not try to stop her again, nor did he complain.

“She’s got Caleb. She’s killing all of our hunter friends just to get to us.” Said John, ignoring Emily’s words.

“Do you think she’s possessed?” Said Sam, nervous.

“I think so.”

“What do we do?”

“I’m going to Lincoln.” Said John, turning to pack. “If I don’t, a lot of people will die.”

“Dad, the demon will be here tonight.” Repeated Emily. “That gun is everything we have!”

“Don’t worry.” Said their dad, in a tone that was all but comforting. “No one really knows what it looks like. We can buy some time.”

“That’s too dangerous.” Said Dean. Finally he decided to side with someone, thought Emily. “She will notice, she is not stupid.” Continued Dean.

“It will get us a few hours.”

“For what?”

“For you. You guys will kill the demon. This ends tonight.” His voice was apocalyptic, stern and cold. Emily’s guts contorted in fear.

It was not a long time later that he had left, hastily. Only Emily, Sam and Dean were left to deal with the fight they had been preparing for years.

Dean frantically prepared his bag. Sam paced back and forth with a book in his hands. Emily, instead, was still sitting on the couch, nervously tapping her fingers on her knee. It took a while for Dean to realize she was weirdly staring in front of her, lost in an emptiness of thought.

“Are you alright?”

“I guess.”

“This is the day, Emily. You get to go back to your Grey’s Anatomy life.” “Yeah…” She said, her gaze lost in front of her.

“You don’t look overly excited as I thought you would.”

“Dean, what would I go back to? Two years of unpaid bills and a dead family.”

“I don’t know, I just thought you would have jumped at the chance of getting rid of us.” She finally moved her gaze from an indefinite point in front of her to Dean’s eyes. Just looking at him made her feel a little angry, thinking of all the times they had fought and all the times he ignored her silent help requests. All the times he had the chance of being a brother and he wasn’t. But the reality was that she knew perfectly well she had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. The main problem was she actually felt some attachment to him. She could ignore it and hide it but her instinctive reaction of hugging him when he came back from the hunt was the irrefutable proof. She just wished things were different, the situation less tense, the fights less frequent and less destructive. “I really think you should go back.” Said Sam. Of course he was keen on getting rid of her. At least Dean had the decency of pretending. “You can always rebuild.”

“Sam, be realistic for a second. I have 12 dollars to my name, everybody in Portland probably thinks I am dead, I don’t have a home, I-”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Of course, nothing is that big a deal, you surely have it worse.” She rolled her eyes, sarcastic and stood up. “Listen, I understand what you are saying. I could rebuild, I could move cities and pretend none of this happened. But it will catch up to me. One day, I will be watching the news and I will see the signs of a ghost Infestation, demon possession and what will I do then? Ignore it?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“Living the rest of my life scared, on edge? No, absolutely not.”

“What about prom dances, lemon beer and sunset walk?” Said Dean, still busy. “You seemed to want those back pretty badly last time we talked about this.”

Emily walked to the fridge and took out a three pack of lemon beer. He offered one to Sam. He shrugged and accepted. It was a peace offering more than anything else. Dean, instead, was reluctant.

“What?” Asked Emily, using the table to open her bottle.

“This is… lemon beer” he said, a hint of disgust in his voice. “It's basically kids’ juice.”

Emily shook the beer in front of Dean’s face. “We might die tonight, and you are refusing what might be our last beer together?”

"Are you using the 'my last night on earth' pickup line on me?" They smiled.

He finally started drinking. Emily sat back down next to him.

“I don’t really think I should go back right now. In the future, maybe, but now…” She said, tapping the bottom of the beer bottle on her knee repeatedly.

“Emily?” said Dean a while later after finishing the beer. She answered with an absent “uh?” “Is this your weird, bitch way of saying you love us?” Dean had a hint of mocking in his voice. “Don’t let it go over your head” she said, avoiding his gaze and finally starting to get ready to leave.

“We should be there with dad.” Dean was the first one to break the silence. They were sitting in their car in front of Monica’s house, where they knew the demon would strike. Emily didn’t dare answer him. They had one hint of affectionate interaction earlier and she didn’t want to burst the bubble to herself. She looked at her brothers and realized that might have been the last time she ever saw them alive. The demon was not playing around and when he struck, he struck hard.

“Dean, listen: if something happens, ple-”

“Don’t you give me that. No one is dying tonight.” He cut her off.

“Dean, she is not wrong.” Said Sam.

“Yes, she is. And you are too for standing on that side. We need to be focused right now.”

Emily was about to argue back, but just that second, the radio started to sound static and the lights in the house started to flicker. The siblings stumbled out of the car and ran towards the house. They broke in, but were quickly intercepted by Monica’s husband. He attacked Dean and Sam, but Emily was smaller and able to get through them, in the living room and up the stairs. She heard her brothers argue with the man, who was calling for his wife. Emily tried to stop her, but the woman fought her away, almost throwing her down the stairs.

Emily managed to get back and saw the demon standing in front of the crib, just like in her dream. She urgently called Dean’s name. The man temporarily got rid of the husband, rummaging in his pocket. He tried to get up the stairs but Monica’s husband attacked him again. While fighting him away, Dean suggestively gazed at Emily and managed to toss her the Colt.

When she grabbed the gun, she felt a rush of adrenaline go through her whole body. She knew that she only had one shot. Her hand slipped on the safety trigger twice before she was able to grip it correctly and point towards the man. She made sure she was aiming correctly.

Then, it was as if everything moved in slow-motion. She fired, and the bullet moved towards the demon. But as soon as it was supposed to hit, the man disappeared into smoke. It took a couple of seconds to realize that she missed.

She missed.

She had one chance and she blew it.

She froze in place as Sam pushed her over and grabbed the newborn from the crib. She heard Dean call her name, but she didn’t move. She stared at the point where the demon had vanished, contemplating the idea of staying there and just let herself die. “Emily, now is not the time to panic!” She heard her brother screaming. A couple of seconds later, Dean grabbed her by the arm and shoved her towards the exit.

When they were outside, she covered her ears as the room exploded behind them. Dean was next to her, handing the baby back to her mother. He turned around when Emily grabbed his jacket at elbow height. All around them was chaos, fire fighters flowing in as well as the whole neighborhood started to come out to see what was happening, but the second Emily finally got Dean’s attention, everything went silent for a second. “I missed, Dean.” Was all she could say. She started shaking. She looked at her hand, unable to keep it steady. She felt the panic attack overwhelm her without being able to do anything about it. She felt Dean’s leather jacket slip away from her grip as Sam tried to re-enter the burning house. She stared at the flames. They danced and destroyed everything they touched. They would have destroyed Sam as well. Emily quickly got rid of the thought. They would have destroyed her as well. After all, she missed her shot. Some things are not easily forgiven. That was one of them. She managed to walk so close to the house, nobody even noticing, that she could see the flowers on the wallpaper slowly dissolving in the flames and all the plastic toys on the floor melt one by one. She imagined being one of them, slowly letting herself move closer and closer to the burning house.

“If Emily didn’t miss-” Four words that managed to pierce through the veil of panic and despair she currently was in, were all Emily needed to finally react. Suddenly, her thought shifted again: it was not her who should have gone into the flames, it was him. If he wasn’t like he was, if he did not behave like he did, maybe… Yes, it was his fault, the constant fighting, the mocking, they made it clear. The fake apologies, how he pretended to care when she was sick, it was all an act. None of it was real. All he cared about was vengeance.Her body moved automatically, unconsciously. She divided Sam and Dean, who were still fighting, and immediately tried to push Sam to the ground. However, her arms were too shaky, her body too overwhelmed to actually succeed. She tried again. Sam looked at her and mocked her: “No wonder you can’t pull a trigger right, you don’t even have the strength to push me.” She answered with a punch. The contact of her fist on his cheek made her shiver. She had punched people before, but her body was not strong enough at the moment. However, she did it again, this time harder. He finally lost his balance and hit the ground. Dean attempted to stop her, but she hit him in his stomach with her elbow and effectively slowed him down. Soon, she was free of his grip and redirected her anger on Sam.

The first thing she did was punch him a third time. This time, she felt the bones of his nose give up. It sent another shiver down her spine, but she was trembling so much that it made no difference.

“Say to my face!” She screamed, ready to hit him again. “SAY IT TO MY FUCKING FACE!” By the time she screamed that, Dean grabbed her again. This time, she was not able to get free and had to deal with being dragged away, scowling at Sam. In the meantime, Sam had stood up, the nosebleed staining his shirt.

“What exactly is your problem?” He asked, touching his nose, in pain. Emily tried to free herself from Dean again, but the only thing she achieved was that he held her back even tighter, to the point it was actually painful. All that time, she had been shaking and crying and it didn’t matter how much she screamed, there was nothing that made her feel better, nothing that relieved the tension that had built up in her body.

When Dean dragged her and had her sit in the car and started driving, she was still shaking, exhausted. She leaned forward, putting her head on the dashboard. She weakly punched it. She had no strength left in her arms. But she had plenty of air left in her lungs. So she screamed. Suddenly, she felt Dean grab her by the hair and force her upright. “Stop!” He said, while he kept driving with his left hand. “Stop screaming! I get it, you are not okay! Just… stop!” She scowled at him, but stopped screaming. She kept crying, still visibly shaking, until Dean finally stopped the car. He told her to wait there.

In the dark of the night, she clearly distinguished Bobby’s lot. He saw the light turn on in the house. Few minutes later, she was inside. She did not wait for any explanations and went straight to what had been, in the last two years, her room whenever she would stay there. She had left there some books to read and some clothes.

She tried to act like nothing happened: she stripped away her sweaty clothes and took clean ones. Her mind blacked out for several minutes as she stared at the clean clothes, in nothing but her underwear. She stood there, nothing going on in her mind if not the natural reaction of crying and shaking. When she regained half consciousness, she tried to wear the clothes she was holding, but her hands were too shaky, too weak. The clothes fell.

She tried to reach for them but when she leaned forward, she almost fell, immediately getting dizzy.

So she sat down on the bed and finally reached for the clothes. She tried to separate the two layers of fabric, but she could not get her hands to be steady enough. That’s the pathetic state Dean found her when he arrived in the room.

Naked, about to throw up and unable to keep her hands still.

“What are you doing?” He said, interrogatively watching her aggressively clutching the fabric in order to divide it.

“I CAN'T GET TO WEAR THIS FUCKING T-SHIRT!” She screamed, throwing the shirt at him. She leaned forward and kept crying.

Dean sighed. He gathered the now covered in dust t-shirt from the floor and looked at it.

“Alright, come here.” Emily didn’t answer him. “Emily, come here!” He insisted. She looked at him, stood up. He was about to talk when she lept in the corner of the room and threw up in the trash can next to him. “Great…” She heard him whisper. He got out a toilet paper roll from somewhere and offered it to her. She cleaned her face and stood back up. She was about to go back on the bed, but Dean stopped her right in front of him. She looked at the floor. “Let me help you, would you?”

What followed was a series of events that made Emily feel humiliated and ashamed. She could not function by herself. Dean took her and had her walk in the bathroom. She sat in the shower in her underwear as he cleaned the sweat and the dirt and the ash from her body. She gazed over to him, he looked slightly pissed but he was doing it nonetheless. “Dean, you don’t have to do this.”

“Yes I do.” She kept looking at him, looking for a single muscle of his face that could tell her he was not helping her out of pity. She could not find it. When she got out of the shower, water dripping all over the floor, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were all puffed up from all the crying, but somewhere through the shower she stopped crying. Dean threw a t-shirt over her head and helped her fit her shaking hands through the sleeves. Emily felt like a baby, needing help to get dressed, but it was either that or lie naked on the floor. Humiliated, she sat back on the bed and kept crying.

“Dean, just leave.” She said, leaning on the wall behind the mattress.

“Trust me, I would love to leave. But I am not going to until you feel better.”

“You might be here a long time.”

“Let the world go to waste.” he joked. She tried to smile but the tension in her muscles didn’t allow her to. “Listen, you cannot hunt if you are going to lash out like this.” He leaned on the door. “Why don’t you stay here for a while, recharge, get back to being a bitter bitch who stabs shapeshifters that look like me without blinking and then we’ll come and get you?”

She nodded. Not because she liked it or because she agreed, but because she knew she was not in any position to complain. Also she wanted him to leave her alone as soon as possible.

“Do I have to tuck you in?” He said. She looked at him and started to mess with the covers, angrily muttering something. “Good god, I am kidding,” he said, while walking towards her and actually helping her properly lay down. “...here.” He said, putting a water bottle on the floor next to the bed. “Alcohol didn’t work too well last time.” Emily had finally stopped shaking. She felt her body go back to its regular functions. Dean's face had also changed from last time she looked at him. He didn't look pissed anymore: instead, he looked apprehensive, almost caring. He stood there, leaning on the door, until she fell asleep.

When she woke up, however, she was all alone.

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