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The Other Half Part Twenty Three

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Notes: This is a long one y'all. There's more angst, BUT there's a fluffy ending, so. Ya just gotta trust me.

Length: 6K

Warnings: Angst that ends in fluff, so you're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it; canon-typical violence; a D-level DC villain that's usually more of a Superman baddie, but he's fought Batman once or twice, so.

Summary: When Michelle had announced that she would be moving to Keystone City, you’d burst into tears. Your other friends had passed it off as you being overcome by the news of your oldest and dearest friend moving, but Michelle knew you, and she knew better. It hadn’t taken her long to drag the truth out of you.

“I never liked him.”

Michelle’s flat insistence makes you splutter a laugh through your tears. You sniffle, raising both hands and scrubbing at your eyes, knowing that you're almost certainly ruining your makeup. You’ve tried to put on a brave face, but Michelle has known since you arrived that something was off. She’s banished everyone else from the kitchen, giving the two of you a quiet space to talk. The odd swell of laughter and conversation reaches you every few moments, reminding you that you’re having an incredibly sensitive conversation just a few feet away from people that would probably sell it to the Gotham Gazette for one corn chip.

“Yes, you did,” You argue, raising your hand and scrubbing a tear away.

“...I mean, a little.” Michelle rips a piece of paper towel off of the roll, passing it over. “Did he tell you why?”

You dab at your eyes, trying to piece a reasonable explanation together—one that wouldn’t shock Michelle and expose Bruce’s secret.

You had waited up for Bruce all night, but he’d never come back. At least, he hadn’t come back to you. You’d realized when you’d gone down for breakfast that Bruce had returned, but slept elsewhere—down in the bat cave, maybe, or in an entirely separate wing of the house? But there he was at the table, genially listening to your father discuss whether or not the Metropolis Metros had any chance of making the playoffs that year. You had gotten yourself some coffee and sat at the opposite end of the table, unable to catch Bruce’s eye. He was avoiding it; he was avoiding you. He’d kept that up as you’d seen your parents to the car, as you’d hugged your mother and dodged her attempts to discuss what had been said last night. You saw the firm handshake that Bruce had shared with your father, the strained smile that he’d managed as your father had insisted that he hoped that there weren't any hard feelings.

The two of you had stood side by side as the car pulled out of the driveway, hands to yourselves, eyes set on the fading red tail lights until they were out of sight.

“Can we talk about it?” You finally hedged.

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about.”

You turned to watch him stride away, stunned. It took you a moment to follow, taking the stairs two at a time to catch up.

“I think there’s a hell of a lot to talk about!”

“I don’t agree.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because they’re right.”

“Excuse me?”

“They’re right!” Bruce barked, whirling around to face you. You froze in place, eyes widening as his yell echoed in the foyer. “I can’t keep you safe.”

“You have kept me safe—You do keep me safe, Bruce!”

“If I could, you never would’ve gotten kidnapped in the first place!”

“I got out of there because of you—”

“You got in there because of me!”

“There are people in this world that are just plain greedy, Bruce. There’s nothing that you can do about that, it is not your fault.”

“It’s my fault that you of all people were taken, and as long as you and I are together, you will continue to be a target.”

“I don’t care!”

“I do!”

“Oh, so you get to go out every night and put people away and get the shit kicked out of you even though you know I hate it and that’s fine, right? Bruce Wayne can make his own damn decisions and put himself in as much danger as he wants, but I get into one little situation and that’s it? You’re decided? I don’t get a say in this?”

“You get a say. You have had a say, but I am through knowing that I’m endangering your life.”

“Well let’s think this through, then. Who else are you putting in harm’s way? Lucius, for one—”

“That’s enough—”

“You’re endangering Alfred. Are you telling him that you’re through putting him in danger?”

“Do not bring Alfred into this.”

“It’s a bullshit argument, Bruce.”

“I’m done talking about this,” He warned coldly, turning away from you. You didn’t let him get far, keeping a pace or two behind him as he strode toward the study.

“What if I’m not?”

“I don’t give a damn.”

“What do you want, Bruce?”

“I want you to leave!”

He stopped short again, but there was no danger of you slamming into him this time. In fact, you took one step back, then another. You searched Bruce’s face desperately as your entire body felt like it was going to cave in on itself. You shook your head a little, hands flexing at your sides as you forced yourself not to reach out, not to tug him in and hold him close and beg him, plead with him to reconsider.

“You don’t mean that,” You insisted.

“I do.” Bruce’s gaze dropped to your shoes.

“Look at me.”

“I’ll have Alfred pack your things—”

“Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me that.”

“You can stay at the penthouse until Michelle can move you back in.”

“Bruce, don’t do this—”

“You can take as long as you need.”

“You—” You reached up, grasping the lariat necklace and yanking it roughly. You felt the clasp break roughly against your skin, heard diamonds scatter as you tossed it at his feet. “You are a fucking coward.”

You hadn’t let him see you cry, but you were sure he’d heard you. You’d hardly made it into your shared bedroom before you’d knelt down and let out a raw, sharp scream—one so long and so loud that you were hoarse when it finally broke. You had spent the day hiding out in your room, and had only managed to stop crying just long enough to fake a few smiles at Friendsgiving.

When Michelle had announced that she would be moving to Keystone City, you’d burst into tears again. Your other friends had passed it off as you being overcome by the news of your oldest and dearest friend moving, but Michelle knew you, and she knew better. It hadn’t taken her long to drag the truth out of you.

“We just, um…” You sniffle. “We just haven’t been seeing eye to eye on a lot of things lately.”

“Marriage? Kids?”

You shake your head at her plying.

“A lot of things.”

“...Does this have anything to do with the fact that your parents were at Thanksgiving?”

“Let’s just say their visit was less than stellar.”

“Oh, hon, I’m sorry,” Michelle shakes her head, taking your hands in hers. You give them a gentle squeeze in turn, eyes swimming as you look down at them. She’s quiet for a few moments before she plies:

“What are you going to do?”

“...May as well move to Metropolis,” You admit. “Mom and dad are there, you’re leaving, and Bruce…” You clear your throat. “There’s nothing keeping me here.”

“Will they let you transfer at work?”

“Something tells me they’ll have the bright idea first thing Monday morning.”

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“He’s stubborn. Once he gets an idea into his head, he won’t shake it.”

“You can be damn stubborn, too.”

You nod a bit. “I can, but I’m just…” You shake your head as the tears well viciously again. “I’m so damn tired, Mish. I can’t keep fighting for him if he doesn't want me.”

“Honey,” Michelle sighs, crowding close and drawing you into her arms. You curl your hands around her arm, keeping her close as the sobs begin to shake you again.

“How is the weather there?”

“We’re really resorting to speaking about the weather?” You smile. “My my, times are desperate. Did you pull the lilies up yet? Must be getting cold over there.”

“Now who is speaking of the weather?”

You chuckle at Alfred’s reminder, shaking your head. The two of you go quiet on your sides of the phone. You focus your gaze on your mom’s macrame plant hanger, shifting from foot to foot. You know how Alfred is (“Just fine, as always, dear.”), but you don’t dare ask how Bruce is.

“Have you settled in?” Alfred presses before you can bring anything else up.

“Um…” Your brow furrows. “The office is nice—bigger desks.”

“And the apartment? The car?”

“I’m with my parents. I don’t have a car.”

Alfred is quiet for a few moments before he offers: “Master Wayne—”

“I know what he did,” You cut in quickly. You'd gotten the email from the newly Wayne-owned apartment building, as well as the message to pick your new car up from the dealership when you'd arrived in Metropolis. “I don’t want anything from him.”

Alfred sighs softly on the other end, and it makes your gut twist. You lean back against the kitchen counter, looking down at the floor.

“...How is he?” You finally mumble.

“He misses you.”

“Funny way of showing it.”

“Buying you an apartment and a car?”

“I don’t care about things, he knows that. If he cared, he would pick up the—...Damn phone,” You trail off in a mumble as you hear yourself growing more and more frustrated. You tried calling him three times before you left Gotham, but you hadn't gotten a single response. You haven't bothered to try since.

“Anyway,” You clear your throat, “You never answered me about the lilies.”

“I have a few weeds to pull up before I cover the beds.”

“You should do that soon. It’s only going to get colder. Are the lights up in the city yet?”

“They are.”

“Must be nice. I love Gotham at Christmas.”

“How is Metropolis?”

“It’s nice! It’s nice. It’s fine. Pretty. Good lights. Not as good as Gotham’s, but good.”

“Are the accommodations at your parents comfortable, at least?”

Comfortable. That isn't the word you’d use. These days, you’re sleeping on a lumpy pullout couch in a cramped living room, living out of a duffel bag. They’re meant to be spending their days comfortably, not with their heartbroken daughter sleeping in the living room and trying to put the pieces of her life together. You’re grateful to them for opening their home, and you feel so ungrateful for feeling crowded, but a week ago, this was not the life that you pictured—

You raise your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose to stem a wave of tears.

“Mhm!” You nod, though Alfred can’t see you, hoping that the affirmative movement will bolster the firmness of your tone. “S’nice, it’s cozy.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“Yeah! Yeah, thank you.” You clear your throat. “I should get going for work soon, I’ve got a meeting to prep for.”

“Of course. I'll send the remainder of your things tomorrow."

“Sounds great. I’ll call you soon.”

“It will be lovely to hear from you then.”

“It’s lovely to hear from you now.” You smile bitterly. “Bye, Alfred.”

“Goodbye.”

You lower the phone and hang up, raising your hand to swipe at the few tears that have managed to slip. Work, you have got to get to work. Your parents' place is a quick bus and train ride to and from the office, but you’ve been getting in early to get up to speed—and with the hopes of avoiding the paparazzi.

There aren’t nearly as many as there were when you were in Gotham, but so far, you’ve had a handful lingering around the front door when you leave. They always throw out questions—Why’d you leave Gotham? Did you and Wayne break up? Did he cheat on you? Why aren’t you living in the apartment with your name on it? Are you ever going back to Gotham?

You hadn’t bothered to answer a single question, just kept your head down and strode toward the train station. They had the decency not to follow you on, or back to the apartment. When you arrive this morning, there isn’t anyone with a camera outside the building. You give the receptionist a friendly smile before you head to the elevator, pressing the up button with a knuckle to keep from dropping your phone or spilling your coffee.

The office is quiet when you step inside. You can see a couple of other people there, but they don’t acknowledge you as you settle in. You open your laptop, humming to yourself as the laptop begins to boot up. You heard a few carolers performing Silver Bells on your way to the office, and it is stuck in your head now. You rest your chin on your hand, trying to picture what the grounds’ gardens must look like all covered over. You can picture Alfred crouching down, covering the raised beds with chicken wire, with Bruce pulling it taut from the other end—

You shift in your seat, trying to push the thought of Bruce away.

He’d be bundled up, too, maybe using the spare pair of gloves that you bought for Alfred—

Ugh, stop it! Stop, just banish him from your mind. That’s probably impossible, sure, but you can pretend, right? You click on the internet app, and freeze when you see the loaded article on the homepage: Bruce helping a model out of a car. You recognize her. You're sure that you’ve seen her at a couple of Liz’s parties. You can’t quite remember her name, though…Your eyes stray to the description before you force them away again, pulling up your email and biting the inside of your cheek to keep from letting tears fall. It feels like all you can do these days is cry, no matter what you do. You know that getting over Bruce is going to be slow-going.

Your hand strays to your neck, where the lariat necklace used to sit…No. Nope, letting it go. Taking out your headphones, putting on your favorite angsty playlist and letting it go.

“How was your day, honey?”

You poke through your container of leftovers as you lean against the kitchen counter. You give your mom’s question a placid smile, and don’t bother to say a word. You know that an admonishment isn’t far behind.

“Oh, don’t stand and eat,” She tuts just a moment later when she spots you.

“I’m fine standing, mom. I've been sitting all day.”

“Your day, honey.”

“It was okay. We got the invite for the Christmas party, it’s next week.”

“Everyone was nice?”

“It’s an office job, not my first day of kindergarten.”

“Well,” She sniffs, “Forgive me for asking a question.”

You roll your eyes.

“Everyone's pretty nice, yeah, but...I don't know. We reviewed this application for a toy maker who wanted to set up a workshop for the holidays, but the board wound up turning it down. I thought it seemed like a good cause,”

“Oh really, that’s nice.”

Nice. She isn’t listening—but you push on anyway:

“It’s a bummer, you know, this Schott Jr. guy’s application was kinda…Sad. It was a little childish, though. I think the writing on the grant really messed up his chances.”

“You can tell me about it later, hon. I have my quilting group tonight.”

God, your mother has more of a life than you do these days. “Well, have fun. Where’s dad?”

“Late shift.”

“Out on Neville Island? Jeez, how late are they gonna keep him?”

“Your father is a big boy.”

“I know, just…”

Your mom casts you an almost pitying look. “This isn’t Gotham, sweetie. He’ll be fine.”

You nod a little, peering down into your remaining leftovers.

“Have fun at quilt club,” You add as your mom heads for the door.

“Sure! We’ll keep it down when we come in!”

“Yeah, I know you all get really wild while quilting.”

“Oh, and honey?”

“Mm?”

“Try not to spend the night sulking. Maybe…I don’t know, go to a bar, pick someone up—”

You choke roughly as you accidentally inhale the bite of food. You regain your breath, throat throbbing as you gasp, “Mom!”

“The only way to get over someone is to get under someone! Okay, I’m going, I’m going,” She insists, holding her hands up in mock-surrender as she edges for the door, taking up her quilting tote bag. You scoff, turning and practically flinging the remainder of the leftovers into the trash as you hear her footsteps retreat down the hall.

“Only way to get over someone is to get under someone,” You mumble, “Fucking…Unreal.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing toward the trash can. Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown out those leftovers. You’re still hungry. Maybe you ought to get yourself out of the apartment, grab some food. Or...You reach into your pocket, drawing out your phone. You don’t call Alfred again—instead, you dial Michelle’s number and walk over to the couch, plopping onto it. You wince a little, glancing down at the cushions. You really should be more gentle with it, you are sleeping on it all the time.

You set the sound to speaker as you wait. It rings…And rings…And—

“You better not be calling to tell me that you’re back with that jerk.”

You can’t help but smile at Michelle’s candor.

“I haven’t even heard from…Him.”

“That jerk. Call him a jerk.”

“Mish, please.”

“Well, he is. But I guess I’ve said it enough for both of us.”

“How’s Keystone City?”

“Honey, I have never seen so much corn in all my damn life.”

“Is it doing the men out there any good?”

“It would have to be super corn if it did.”

“How’s the apartment?”

“Oh my god, it's fucking huge. Half the price we were paying in Gotham for double the size. You should move down here. With our joint funds, we’d be able to build our own mansion.”

“Mm, I don’t think I could move down just yet. I’ve only been at the Foundation for three months, and just moved to this location a week ago. If I up and left now, I’d lose my job in minutes.”

“We could find you one down here.”

“Is it very busy down there?”

“No. But maybe you could do with slowing down a bit.”

“Maybe. Hey, have you gotten your tree yet?”

“Have you?”

“The couch folds out right where it would go. Mom’s thinking of getting a small one that she can put on the kitchen counter.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“...I think it’s guilt,” You admit. “She’s why I’m here, anyway.”

“Ugh, you’ve hit the point of blaming your mother. Finally—took you long enough.”

“Well,” You grumble, “She wasn’t thinking, but her not thinking kinda got me on her couch. You know what she told me before going quilting?”

“What?”

“That I should go pick up a stranger.”

“What?” Michelle screeches, and you wince, turning your head away from the phone. “Oh, my god! Are you mortified? I would die, oh my god!”

You giggle, a lightness taking over you for the first time in several days.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, the sexual tension between me and the electrical sockets are slowly creeping up. I’ve gotta find my own place.”

“If you need a reference—”

“I’ll call you—”

“I will lie through my teeth.”

“You’re a dear.”

“...Have you spoken to him?”

No. “No.”

“Have you blocked him?”

No. “Yes.”

“Do you miss him?”

Terribly. “Maybe.”

“...Okay, here me out—”

“Oh, no, Mish—”

“I’m just saying, maybe your mom is on to something. Not like that, but—have you taken a moment for yourself since you got to Metropolis?”

You think for a few moments, shifting back on the couch.

“...No, I’m just working,” You admit softly. “I feel like if I let myself do anything but work, I’ll just…I’ll fall apart.” Your words quiver as you say it.

“I’m not saying don’t think about it,” She reassures. “I mean…It was almost a year with him, you know? Just…Don’t let that be the only thing that you think about.”

You sink back into your seat, lips pursing as your eyes begin to wet.

“I don’t,” You protest weakly. Michelle sighs on the other end, and you know that you haven’t fooled her for a moment. You shake your head, resolved to push the conversation in another direction:

“Are you going to paint any rooms in your apartment?”

“...I got a few paint samples.” You can hear how reluctant Michelle is to move on, but feel a swell of gratefulness when she does. “Mostly blues and greens. I’m thinking of some kind of turquoise for the kitchen.”

“Some kind of turquoise? Isn’t there only one kind of turquoise?”

“You know, I used to think that, but the paint section of the store proved me very, very wrong.”

You tuck yourself in early, knowing that you won’t be asleep by the time your parents get in. Still, you’d rather fake it than have them ask you if you had a nice night in. Worse, your mother could ask if you’d gone out and gotten under someone, as it were. You stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on taking slow, even breaths.

You can’t help that Bruce creeps up in your mind.

What’s he doing right now? Is he creeping through some alley? Swooping down on a wrongdoer? Conferring with Gordon?

Elspeth Emerson, that’s that model’s name. She’d hardly spoken a word to you the couple of times that you had met her. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember what her voice sounded like.

Can you even remember what Bruce’s voice sounded like?

“I want you to leave!”

You wince at the thought, and you roll onto your side, as if you can pull away from the memory. Yes, you remember what Bruce’s voice sounds like. How long will it take until you forget? You peer through the curtains, chest muddling with pangs of regret and sadness as your mind begins to race—to wonder if things would be different if you’d just fought a little harder—

But how many times can you give your love to a man that’s trying to push you away? A man who only took a few days to get over you—or at least to go out and make it seem like he’s moving on?

He must have known that you wouldn’t use that apartment, or that car. He must have just wanted to seem like the bigger person, as if he wasn't the one that had sent you packing. You huff softly, raising your hand to swipe your tears away as they begin to leak. It’s no use; a few slip. It’s only a moment before the trickle turns into a stream, dampening the pillow beneath your head.

You fall into a rhythm. It isn’t a rut—it is decidedly not a rut. You manage to get up and out of the apartment before your parents are awake in the morning. The paparazzi stop lingering around the office, because your existence ceases to be news. You stop flinching at the mention of Bruce’s name; you stop hearing his voice as you try to fall asleep. The ache of missing him doesn’t disappear, but it lessens, some. You don’t take your mom’s recommendation of getting over Bruce by getting under someone else. You consider it, sure. You download a couple of dating apps, but you never actually make a profile. There’s just nothing about it that feels right.

You speak with Alfred almost daily—usually on the phone, if not over text. You don’t ask about how Bruce is doing, and he doesn’t tell you.

That doesn’t stop you wondering.

“What the hell is that?”

“Did you see it?”

“It’s so cute!”

“Do you think it’s some kind of office Christmas gift or something? A little teaser before the holiday party later?”

“You hear Wayne’s gonna be in attendance? Someone said they thought the saw him in the elevator. Do you think it’s because of…You know—”

“Who cares—Hey, does that thing move or is it just a decoration?”

Your coworker’s chatter draws your focus, and you turn away from your laptop. You can see people crowding around something by the elevators. You stand, joining them and peering around them to try and get a look at what they’re talking about. You can just catch a glimpse of a brightly colored, 5-foot tall nutcracker. Your brow furrows as you take in the fuzzy beard, the crisp blue paint of the nutcracker’s coat, the bright gold buttons, and the rifle tucked at its side. You nod at the painted script on one of the boots.

“What’s that say?”

“Schott and Son.” One of your coworkers steps forward, stepping around it and eyeing the back. “There’s a button back here!”

Schott and Son. God, why does that sound familiar?

“Press it!” Someone else urges. You hear the gears crank and whir, quickly covered by a music box rendition of the Nutcracker Suite. You smile a little, as the Nutcracker’s arms move as if marching. You all startle, then laugh as it steps forward and does a short bow. It reaches around itself, and your stomach churns as it grasps the butt of its rifle. You take a step back, warning,

“Uh, guys—”

“Lighten up,” Someone scoffs, “It’s just a toy.”

Their insistence is stifled by a gunshot, leaving the tip of the rifle smoking. You hear two panicked huffs before someone screams. You whirl around to see blood pouring from your coworker’s shoulder. Their scream is chased by others as the Nutcracker ventures deeper into the office, firing again. You scramble away as the others do, running for whatever cover you can find. You stumble as someone gives you a shove, practically climbing over you to get out of the way. You crawl along the floor, getting beneath a desk and tugging a chair in. You fold yourself in as tight as you can, clasping your hands together and fighting to keep your breathing and quiet as you peer out, watching people scramble to get out of the way of the Nutcracker.

Fuck, you left your phone on your desk, so you can’t call 911—Surely someone has, right? Someone’s heard the commotion from another floor, or an alarm has gone off, something—

You hear a horrifying thud, chased by a few more gunshots. You wince with the furious bashing sounds, raising your hands to press over your ears. You focus on your own pounding heart, your rapid breathing—

The feeling of the chair shifting beside you makes you scream and open your eyes.

The sight of Bruce crouching beside your desk makes you crumble.

“...It’s nice.”

It’s a feeble attempt at a compliment and a conversation starter. It’s also an insane understatement. It seems that Bruce didn’t only buy you this apartment—he’d had it furnished, and filled the fridge and cabinets with groceries, spices, all of your favorite goodies. You look from the fully stocked bar cart by the kitchen over to the living room, where Bruce is hurriedly closing the curtains over the lowered shades.

Maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise that the apartment he chose is so big.

Just being the bigger person, You remind yourself, He doesn’t want to be the bad guy.

Bruce finally turns to look at you. You see his lips twitch with something unspoken before he purses them and swallows thickly. He looks so wan—pallid, and tired. He’d looked it when he’d found you beneath that desk, after apparently smashing the shit out of that Nutcracker with a printer. The ride to this apartment (in the car that he had bought for you and had driven to the office) hadn’t made it any better. Neither of you had spoken.

“You never, um…” You clear your throat. “What are you doing in Metropolis?"

“It was requested that I make an appearance at the holiday party.”

Your gaze narrows slightly. You smell bullshit...But you're not really in the mood to litigate it right now.

“Right.”

You turn away, finally, shrugging off your coat and tossing it over the back of a chair as you head for the bar cart.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Wayne. Great, even.” You take up a clean glass, setting it windowsill beside the car before you reach for the bottle of whiskey. “You want some?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“More for me, then.”

“Are you sure you wanna do that right now?”

“I can’t think of a better time.”

You reach for the seal, struggling to twist it off before you fling it away. You grasp the bottle firmly, trying to ignore your shaking hands as you lift it and the glass. You can’t steady them no matter how hard you try, but you pour anyway, some of the liquid sloshing over the sides and onto your fingers—

You go still as Bruce crowds up close to you, grasping your hands and forcing them down. The glass connects with the windowsill with a sharp, shrill sound; you wouldn’t be surprised if it was chipped, if not cracked. You squeeze your eyes closed as you just feel him—the heat and strength of him up against your back; the gentle press of his face against your hair, and the sound of him drawing in a deep breath; the warmth of his hands, steady over yours. Your lower lip begins to wobble as Bruce intertwines your fingers, using his grasp on your hands to curl your arms around yourself.

“Good thing I wasn’t in Gotham,” You quip dryly, forcing your stern tone over the your rapidly fracturing resolve, “Or today could’ve been a real disaster.”

You shake Bruce off, stepping out of his arms and snatching your glass from the sill, striding more deeply into the living room. You hear Bruce sigh behind you before he hedges:

“What do you want me to say?”

“An apology would be nice.”

“You want me to apologize for wanting you safe?”

“Was I safe today?” You snap, whirling to face him again. “Was that—Killer nutcracker something I was safe from? You can’t anticipate every moment of my life, Bruce. No matter where I go, I could be in danger. What, do you want me confined to a room somewhere and permanently out of harm’s way? What if someone breaks into that room?”

You search his face, desperate for some kind of recognition, some kind of understanding. Bruce shakes his head, his gaze dropping shamefully to his shoes. You lower yourself into an armchair, peering down at the amber liquid, watching it shift with your still-shaking hands. You hear Bruce cross the room before his shoes come into view. He grasps the wooden coffee table, tugging it closer and sitting on the edge of it.

“I just don’t…I don’t like the idea that someone could come after you again, with the purpose of getting to me, or getting something from me,” He admits softly. “I can’t be the reason that I lose someone I love. I can’t do that again.”

You lift your head as Bruce’s voice breaks, heart stuttering as you see his eyes well with tears. You set the drink aside, taking his hands in yours.

“I know that it scares you. It scares me, too. But Bruce, you cannot protect me from everything. But you do—” Your voice breaks as your face twists with upset, “You do protect me, from so much. You protected me after the kidnapping, you protected me today. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would’ve happened…’Sides between this and the attempted robbery at the store, I think I’ve proven that I can get into plenty of trouble all by myself.”

Bruce huffs a shaky laugh through his nose as he nods. He raises your joined hands to his lips, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“I’ve missed you so goddamn much,” He murmurs.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“I want…” He winces at the phrasing, and seems to reconsider. “I mean…Would you consider coming home?”

Home. Your chest aches with it—with the thought of the mansion, and Alfred, and the covered garden beds.

“Bruce…I love you so much. I want us to have a life together, but…” You shake your head, steeling yourself as his face falls, “But I can’t keep having this argument. I can’t be pushed away from you over and over again and keep wanting to come back. This nearly broke me—No, Bruce,” You chase his gaze as he averts his, holding his eye as your tone grows more firm. “I understand that you want me in one piece, I get it. But how the fuck do you think I feel, night after night, knowing that every time you leave may be the last time I see you?...If I come back,” You hedge carefully, “This is…It. If we implode, or you change your mind and throw me out again, we’re through, I mean really through—”

“That will never happen again.”

“But—”

“You have my word.” He says it firmly, holding your eye as you held his. “I…I acted like an asshole. I didn’t want you to leave, but I thought it would be better for you.”

“Nothing about this has been better for me.”

“I know, I see that now. I’m sorry.”

You nod a little, looking down at your hands.

“...You just want me back in Gotham so you can keep a closer eye on me.”

Bruce chuckles softly, raising a hand to cup your cheek.

“I want you back in Gotham because nothing has been right since you left.”

You tip your face into his hand, letting your eyes slide closed and allowing your tears to fall as you accept the gentle touch. Bruce shushes you softly, smoothing your tears away and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Tell you what,” He murmurs. “Why don’t you call your parents, let them know you’re alright and you’re spending the night here before we go back. I’ll figure out getting your things back in a couple of days.”

“They’re not gonna like that…And the Foundation’s going to be pissed.”

“S’okay. I think they’ll understand you transferring back after what happened in the office. They've cancelled the holiday party to secure the building, make sure that thing didn't have any extra surprises hiding anywhere.”

“Speaking of which,” You lean back, scrubbing your eyes. “There’s someone you should look into.”

“What do you mean?”

“The uh…The Nutcracker, it had a name on it—”

“Schott and Son.”

“Right. Winslow Schott Jr. put in an application for funding from the Foundation, but it was denied.”

Bruce’s frown deepens. “When did this happen?”

“Uh—Two weeks ago, maybe? He left a few angry calls and emails, but then he dropped off, so we figured he’d given up.”

“Did he have a company he applied through, or was it just him?”

“Umm…” Your brow furrows as you try to remember. “It was…The Toymaker, or…The Toyman, something like that.”

Bruce hums, nodding. “I’ll have Fox pull the file, see what we can find.”

“Okay.”

You stand and step away, and only make it a couple of steps before you hear Bruce stand. He catches hold of your hand, folding you into his arms. You go willingly, pressing your face into his neck and drawing in a deep breath as you cuddle close.

"Bruce?"

"Mm."

"Why are you really in Metropolis? I know you, you hate these parties."

Bruce's thumb sweeps along your lower back as he peers gently at you.

"I needed to see you," He admits softly. "It was just supposed to be for a minute...But I was headed to your floor, and I heard the shots, and..." His face goes tight, his jaw tensing. "I couldn't stop myself."

"I'm glad you didn't," You give him a small, reassuring smile. "But I'm a little biased." You reach up, gently sweeping your fingers across his stubbled cheek.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” You accuse.

“Told you,” He mumbles, “Nothing’s felt right since I lost you.”

You tip your chin, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Then it looks like you found me just in time."

Next Part

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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DBD Ghostie with your 13, 35, and 53 prompts?????

Oh sure! I had @okchijt help me due to the lack of plot! Hope you enjoy what we came up with :) Admittedly ended up taking my own route in the end of this but I did use their ideas a motivation this time! This was originally supposed to be like Evan's story but was changed as I was writing.

Yandere! DBD! Ghostface Prompts 13, 35, 53

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession, Murder, Manipulation, Technically kidnapping, Blood, Threats, Choking/Suffocation, Delusional behavior, Darling most likely has PTSD, Forced relationship, Creepy behavior.

Back in your hometown you've heard of the infamous Ghostface killer. There's been legends in other towns about it and there's even been coverage on it in the papers where you live. You never used to be all that scared of it, murder's something that happens in the city and some communities. It's eerie but the chances are low when it comes to it happening to you.

Until you got those infamous calls on the phone.

You told yourself that it would all be fine. You knew your friends and family would be all okay! It's just some prank calls, you don't have a stalker... especially not Ghostface!

You quickly succumbed to fear when the calls got worse. At first they were just meant to get you scared. Then they transitioned into creepy compliments about what you're wearing. You swore you saw shapes outside your window and camera clicks when things are too quiet.

The calls went from compliments to jealous threats and rage when you were near another person. You've called the police and they said they'd keep an eye out. However, the calls never stopped.

You let them all go to voicemail once you had enough. Your dread only grew when you watched the messages pile up and up. You didn't dare listen to them, fearing the worst.

Turns out you were right... you should fear the worst.

The peak of the danger was when your window broke, a scream of terror ripping itself from your throat. A person cloaked in black garb with the traditional Ghostface mask stands in the glass when you turn around. There's an intruder in your house...

and it's exactly as you've feared.

You don't give the killer a chance to talk before you run out of your house and out the back door. As expected, the killer... your stalker gives chase. You don't bother looking back, running into the woods with your phone in hand in hopes to lose him. You quickly tried to call the cops and prayed they'd at least have an idea of where to look.

"Hey there, baby...." He coos, by their voice you can assume they're a man. "You've been ignoring me lately~"

Is that blood on his clothes?

It's all a stupid idea in hindsight, but adrenaline makes people do dumb things. At the time it felt like your best decision. Perhaps... something was leading you there?

All you knew was to run. You could hear a second pair of footsteps follow you throughout the woods. At some point... your legs give out.

The killer pounces with no hesitation.

The man flips you over and straddles your waist. A knife is pressed to your neck in a silent breathe as you hear his breathe heavy behind the mask. You shake, the adrenaline wearing off and creating hallucinations due to being out of breathe.

That should explain the sudden strange black fog pouring in, right?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?" Ghostface growls, his temper flaring. "Answer me!"

"I'm scared! I'm scared of you!" You blurt out the obvious, struggling against the killer. He responds by replacing his knife with his hand to squeeze your windpipe. Now you're really struggling to breathe.

What did you do to deserve this?

"I send you messages of love... adoration! Yet you just ignore me! Maybe you just don't get it..."

He squeezes harder, probably due to his rage. You smack his arm as a warning but he appears to caught up in his own thinking. Or maybe it's something else....

By the time you give up, you hear the man say one last thing.

"I'll make you understand at some point, dear... I'm Danny, your lover and nightmare, alright?"

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You don't entirely process his delusions... your mind and body being consumed by the thickening fog.

The sirens never even reached your ears.

You wake up with quick breaths. You sit up quickly, surrounded by friends that you've made in this realm. It was a nightmare... or more likely a memory of who you were before this mess.

"Doing okay?" A survivor asks from their spot beside the campfire. You nod to them even if you're uneasy. You've been through much worse sense thing but now there's a lingering feeling of dread in your gut. Ever since then... you've never seen the killer again.

You know he's here. He entered when you did, yet you haven't seen any sign of him. The thought makes you concerned but you don't let anyone see. You silently wait for the next trial to start and the next game of death to begin.

With a whoosh in the distance, the next feat to overcome begins. By the time you open your eyes again the fog has transported you to another realm. You calm your breathing and choose to forget the memory you recalled moments earlier... it's not important anymore.

You switch your focus on a generator and let your mind wander. It's your typical trial... nothing's wrong. It's normal to have that feeling of being watched...

But why does it feel so familiar?

That isn't in your head... is it?

You're startled by a scream in the distance. You try to focus on your work and ignore it for now. You'll get them later... it'll be okay.

You focus on the generator with a survivor running over to help you. It's just like any trial. You're just thinking of the past....

You're shocked to your senses when a scream happens beside you. You blow the generator and quickly turn to see a figure holding the survivor that was with you. Black garb... Ghostface mask...

The demon from your past rears his ugly mask.

He gives you one look and a wave before disappearing into the shadows with the struggling survivor. You can barely hear anything except for the blood roaring in your ears. Adrenaline kicks in just like that night long ago... and you do what you do best.

Run.

This was no longer like the trials you knew. To you this was a repeat of your nightmare, your past. The blood, the forest, the fog... him.

It's all en echo of what happened before.

Your thoughts are confirmed by another scream, one different from the rest.

You continue to run, lost and confused in your own memories. You fear you're being watched again. You're hunted by the one you fear most.

"It's about time I saw you again."

A knife is tosses beside your head, hitting a wall by you. You freeze and turn your head towards the killer. His clothes smell metallic and he strolls towards you with a cocky stance.

"I see you remember me, you're quivering. It's me... your one and only Danny. I've been waiting to meet you again, it was bound to happen eventually."

"You already killed them... didn't you?"

"The Entity allowed me to bend a few rules for us." Ghostface... Danny purrs in a way that makes you ill. "So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"

"Closer!? The hell do you mean-"

"Aw, is that the part you forgot? Did you forget the fact that you and I are a thing? We're meant to be lovers, you and I! Why else did I call you every hour of the day and night?"

He comes closer, one hand grabbing his knife in the wall while the other quickly locks you in place. He's teasing you, he loves this torment. He loves to scare you....

"Stay away! Not again! I don't want to relive that night!"

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

He holds you in place, this time a hand on your shoulder. He threatens to grab your neck like back then but allows you to be compliant. Even his words appear to be a threat for you to comply.

"Ohhh... I missed you..." He sighs, pulling you into a strange embrace before moving his mask enough so his lips are shown. "I've missed you, been wanting to see you for a long time now. I want to keep you... to love you... now I can."

He tilts your chin up, a twisted grin of satisfaction on his face.

"Even if you don't want me to."

He kisses you... but you don't fight. You were bound to see him again some day. You hoped you'd never have to.

Yet this is The Entity's realm...

It thrives on torment.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere ghostface #yandere danny johnson

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pip-n-chips · 9 months

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This line right here has had a choke hold on me for the last five minutes, sir, on god?

hnnnnfggshshjsk SIR

quick content warnings: pregnancy talk (PC used to be pregnant), Harper being a right fucking creep, kidnapping kinda??

If I remember correctly, IRL, there's a certain amount of time that has to pass before it's safe to have sex again after giving birth (seems like it ranges from 2 to 6 weeks), and Harper would be mindful of that before doing anything to you. (He doesn't want to damage to your pretty little hole!)

But here's the issue- Harper wants to be the FIRST one to fuck you postpartum. He's been thinking about knocking you up with your next kid ever since you got pregnant with the first one, and there's no way in hell he's going to let someone else get that chance before him. He's earned it, he thinks. He's been so helpful throughout your pregnancy; he's been there every step of the way. He deserves it, he knows. You owe him that.

His solution is to keep you somewhere safe, somewhere monitored, where he KNOWS you're safe. Maybe it's a private room in the hospital, locked behind a keycard swipe. You'll be allowed visitors, at first. He's not some monster; if your loved ones want to come see you, they may. But he doesn't like the way some of them look at you, and he hates the way you look at them back. So the visitor hours grow shorter and shorter, effectively cutting people off. (He's also very particular on which nurses come to treat you. This hospital is full of dangerous people, and, unfortunately, he doesn't have the authority to fire whoever he pleases.)

If people ask, he mentions something about irregular results. Uses a lot of buzzwords, says it's not safe for outside germs to come near you. That they need to be extra careful around you, so it's best to leave you be. To rest.

This moves onto the next part, he needs to keep you in his grasp long enough for it to be safe to fuck you again, to breed you again. (And yes, Harper could get you pregnant in other ways- he could insert his sperm via tube/syringe like he's done to many test subjects before, but his cock disagrees. He needs to feel himself inside of you. He's waited long enough. He can wait a little more, the prize'll be worth it.) He uses similar excuses explanations as to why he needs to keep you with him at the hospital longer. He needs to monitor your levels, your progress.

"Something seems wrong," he'd say, "best to keep you longer, for your health."

It's easier to handle when other people come to him for answers, looking to call him out on his bullshit. They have no power here, he doesn't even have to talk to them, if he really didn't want to. (But he's no coward, he can stand tall with a smile that'll make others shy away.) All it takes is a little manipulation to get them to turn around. He's the expert here. He knows what's best for you, not them. If they refuse, well, it's bad to cause a ruckus in a healing environment, yeah? They'll be kindly escorted out.

It's harder when it comes to you, though. It's not like he wasn't expecting it- he's prepared- but it's still disappointing when you start getting restless. You want to leave, he gets that. You want to go home, to be with your kid. And he understands that. But you can't go yet. Not yet. Not until he gets what he wants. Not until you're ready. But, unfortunately for him, your patience runs out before the timer does, and you're,,, less than happy. And he didn't want to do this (he did, he was just waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect excuse), but your behavior starts to get so erratic and upsetting, so he throws you in the asylum. (Poor thing. So distraught, you're a danger to yourself. He had to step in.) Somewhere even more isolated safe, and he keeps you there for as long as he needs.

When the time comes, after one of your examinations, Harper is shaking from restrained excitement. He almost forgets to hypnotize you, drug you, whatever- he's just so eager to be inside you and pump you full of his seed.

And when he does get to... oh boy, it's heavenly. The wait was worth it.

#cw pregnancy #was gonna write actual smut at the end but my brain stopped working when I tried sorry lmao #degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #ask #unsure about tagging as scene sharing because that line looks like a default npc dialogue #still neat tho !#thirsty #pippywrites

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batneko · 1 year

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Okay, bowuigi soulmate AU on the suggestion of @scribeprotra

(sorry not sorry it came out angsty)

Though most people in the world of the Mushroom Kingdom speak English, they use a different alphabet from the "real" world, so for most of his life Luigi has had no idea what the first thing his soulmate was going to say to him was. He and Mario both looked, for years, but never found anything that looked like the letters on the back of Luigi's hand. Eventually Luigi just resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his life.

(Mario doesn't have a soulmate, which is not uncommon in this universe. It's not really a big deal and people without soulmates follow what we'd consider a more "normal" pattern of dating. Luigi doesn't know, but Mario made the decision to put romance on the back burner so he could support his brother.)

Then they fell into a warp pipe and landed in a world where they could understand everyone, but not read the signs. Luckily Princess Peach is the kind of person she is, and took it upon herself to help them settle in and look for a way home. On one excursion she ends up kidnapped, and Mario decides since she was only out there because of them, it's their responsibility to save her!

It all leads to Mario and Luigi in Bowser's castle, and though Luigi was reluctant to fight a giant fire-breathing turtle dragon, when he sees his brother in trouble he chucks a loose brick at Bowser's head and shouts "Hey! Big guy!"

Bowser turns around, sees a figure with a moustache and a stupid hat, and roars "YOU!" before realizing there's two of them.

They rescue the princess, they're celebrated as heroes, and Luigi and Bowser both more or less forget they spoke at all (Bowser more, Luigi less).

Years pass, including a lot more fights, a few team-ups, and eventually the agreement to try a few friendly competitions to keep things civil. When Luigi discovered his soulmate mark was the local alphabet he was excited, at first, but he's already used to disappointment and he's conflicted about the exact word. Is it angry? Surprised? What if he's doomed to get off on the wrong foot with the person who's supposed to be his partner?

Then one day, at one of those friendly sporting competitions with Bowser and his team, Bowser spots Luigi making a note to himself and suddenly grabs him.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"What you're writing. Where did you learn that?"

"It's just how we wrote back where Mario and I grew up, it doesn't mean anything bad."

Bowser suddenly rips the collar off his throat and points at the writing there. "What does this say?"

It says Hey! Big guy! And though Luigi can't be certain (it's been YEARS) he has a horrible horrible feeling that the exchange between his soulmate words and Bowser's is very familiar.

Bowser seems completely oblivious to any of this and just starts asking Luigi where he's from and how to get there. Luigi doesn't even realize why Bowser is asking until he says "I don't know how to get back, Mario and I decided to stay here," and Bowser does NOT like that answer. Luigi can't bring himself to say what he's thinking. Maybe it's not true? Maybe Bowser is right and his soulmate is still waiting for him in Brooklyn?

Bowser talks to Peach after the match is over and says he's sorry but he's finally got a chance to find his real soulmate and he's going to have to end their flirtation. Peach, ever the diplomat, says she understands.

Time passes. Bowser is doing research on his own on how to cross between worlds. But for some reason he keeps coming by and asking Luigi about it. He says it's just to make things easier once he gets there, but after a while they start talking about other things. They start to become something like friends.

One day Bowser mentions how much it hurts to hope after all this time. About how he'd resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his life. Luigi almost confesses then, but he's afraid of how furious Bowser will be knowing that Luigi hid it from him all this time. How can he admit he didn't tell Bowser straight away because he didn't want him?

#bowuigi #soulmates #soulmate aus #bowser #luigi #bowser x luigi #super mario bros #long post #kinda

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pomplalamoose · 6 months

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Could we please get some sith luke x reader hc’s?🤞

Me as soon as I saw your ask:

There is in fact nothing that'd make me happier, nonnie!

Sith Luke headcanons were one of the first things I ever wrote for Luke before even creating this blog so I'M SO EXCITED🩵🩵

(check them out here)

• deciding to date Sith Luke is not a choice you should make lightly

• (if he gives you the chance to anyways)

• depending on where you meet and how you catch his eye, he will either lure you in with his charm, seducing you with all he has

• or, alternatively, just straight up kidnap you

• once he has acquired you however, there's no chance he'll ever let you out of his clutches again

• he possibly allows you the illusion of free will but know that he's the one holding all the threads

• just like his father he is a very good manipulator

• because he doesn't want you to even think about leaving, he likes to twist your mind to get what he wants, to keep you with him

• you may not have the chance to leave anyways but that doesn't mean he wants you to find out about that in the first place

• you're supposed to love him with every fiber of your being!

• he's all you have, the center of your universe!

• stay with him and never again will you need or want for anything

• he will make sure you have it all

• you won't realize the door to your golden cage closing in your face until it's too late

• in the same way he's as fiercely protective as he is possessive

• you aren't allowed to go anywhere without him by your side

• and due to his threatening person being always somewhere near it's practically impossible to engage in a normal conversation with someone outside of his immediate family

• he tends to be wary even of them

• he doesn't want you to engage too much with others, afraid another man or woman will catch your fancy, no matter if it's in a platonic or romantic way

• he is the only one you will ever need

• everyone making an effort to come close to you will end up on his radar

• and then they will randomly disappear?

• no, he really can't tell you why all of your new friends keep vanishing like that

• maybe you should've just listened to him and stayed away

• there's no one but him who has your best interest in mind after all

• the galaxy is full of unreliable and dangerous people, stay away from them

• while he enjoys showing you off on his arm, parading you around as his most priced possession and reveling in the way it sparks jealously wherever you appear, he can change his mind about it just as quickly

• yes, they may take a quick look, but ultimately you are his and his alone to enjoy

• he will make this very clear by always having his hands on you

• one might rest on your lower back or on the back of your neck

• maybe he's holding your hand very tightly in his, refusing to let go

• if you want to check out the buffet or step outside to look at the scenery you will simply have to ask (beg) him

• don't worry though, if he's in a decent enough mood it's not hard at all

• cling to his arm and flutter your lashes at him

• leave a shy kiss on his cheek

• whisper in his ear

• he won't be able to deny you anything

• not when you're so clearly putting on display to whom you belong

• and to make this even more obvious he'll always leave his marks on you

• if they fade, he'll make sure to re apply them

• he expects you to wear them in the open like jewelry

• don't you dare covering them up with either make up or clothing

• Sith Luke is dominant in every single aspect and always, without fail, has to have the last say

• the more easily you succumb to his will the better

• he may not straight up order you to do things a certain way, but you'll learn fast enough what pleases and displeases him

• this is not only in regards to how you wear your hair and how you dress but how you behave as well

• he decides what you do to your hair in the morning, as it's his habit to play with it

• when he has the time he personally picks your outfit

• if he doesn't you'll have to ask him whether he likes what you choose, sometimes having to change several times until he's finally satisfied

• he decides what and how you eat and especially enjoys handfeeding you when he's not too busy

• if you lick his hand extra clean after you are allowed to pick a favorite dessert of yours

• he expects you to wait for him when he returns to your shared quarters after a hard day, no matter how late it is

• receive him with open arms

• tell him how much you missed him

• cover him in kisses and your affection

• don't leave his side, follow him wherever he goes

• offer to take off his shoes for him

• offer to help him change into something more comfortable

• ask him about his day and listen closely

• stroke his face and be sympathetic as he a answers

• offer to run him a relaxing bath and to wash his hair

• offer to massage his sore muscles after

• beg for him to hold you close

✨ slight nsfw content under the cut✨

• as interested as he is in what you're wearing, he likes it most when you're not wearing anything at all

• not only does he enjoy the lovely view but most of all the easy access, that he can have what he craves most at any time

• drape yourself over his bed clothed in his long black cape like a present for him to unwrap and he's more than eager to fulfill every wish you might have

• but be careful, you might not be always alone with him as he often tends to have visitors over

• don't you dare let yourself be seen in any state of dress until he specifically asks you to join them

• he likes watching you take a shower and does so regularly

• for once he won't tell you what to do, instead leaning back and drinking in your wet and soapy body

• he'll sometimes ask you to turn a certain way so he can get a better view though

• maybe a shampoo bottle will slip from your grasp, you'll have to bend down to retrieve it

• oh, it happened again? You really are a little clumsy today

#ask #luke skywalker #sith luke skywalker #sith luke #dark luke skywalker #dark luke #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker smut #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi

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thesummerestsolstice · 2 months

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Part three of my little series on the Rivendell guards! Meet Hrivossa here and Celecoll here! Today we're covering the founding of Rivendell in the late Second Age, and my headcanons for how it happened, as well as how Elrond and Celecoll met.

It is the Second Age– 1697 to be exact

(Fair warning I've messed with the timeline and events a bit, but this isn't too far off of canon)

Eregion has just been destroyed

Elrond was there as Gil-Galad's lieutenant; he was there mostly alone, no one expected the city to fall so fast

Elrond was there with Erestor and a few others, which should've been fine, but he gets separated from them in the fighting and ended up unconscious

In the aftermath Elrond is actually captured by Sauron's forces, though not immediately identified

And while the party of orcs was dragging him off to Sauron's fortress, a vaguely feral figure in a cloak stepped in to save him

Everyone meet Celecoll again! She's been living alone in the woods hunting Morgoth's forces and refusing to engage with society for the past couple thousand years! I'm sure she's fine

(Yes, she does know that Doriath fell after she left, yes, that did compound the guilt crisis, yes, she did almost drown when Beleriand sunk, yes, this has all been amazing for her state of mind)

Anyway Elrond wakes up in her camp with his injuries treated, very quickly realizes that Celecoll's doing not great, and manages to convince her that he really needs as escort back to Lindon

(Look, Celecoll is an old soldier clearly suffering from some flavor of trauma, and Elrond really wants to help her, even if he knows she doesn't feel like she deserves that help)

Problem: Morgoth's armies have completely cut them off from Lindon; hell, no one in Lindon even knows if anyone survived the Fall of Eregion

Elrond manages to join back up with Erestor and the others, who were able to escape before being captured with a few of Eregion's people

They also meet Glorfindel, who rode out of Lindon on his own when he heard about the fall of Eregion and just managed to sneak past Sauron's lines before everything really went to shit

Elrond quickly realizes they're all going to die if they stay out in the open, and instead leads them to a valley that had caught his eye when he was traveling the region earlier– a place hidden and defensible enough for them to hunker down there until relief comes

It had called to him, and he'd wanted to come back to it, but hadn't had the chance

On the way, they also join up with a few orcs who are– look, it's complicated, there was a kidnapping and some surprisingly productive cultural exchange– they're basically Elrond's friends, and because they turned traitor against Sauron, they're also liable to be killed

Normally, several people there (especially Celecoll) would be completely unwilling to team up with orcs, but the situation is dire enough that nobody complains about a few extra sets of eyes and hands to help out

Tension dies dies pretty quickly between everyone all things considered, there's not a lot of room for distrust or anger when you're all constantly fighting for your lives together

When they finally reach the valley, they are as follows: Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Celecoll, and a few assorted elves, half-elves, and orcs

There are a couple dozen of them total

And they have to turn the valley into a siege fortress in the hopes that someone will find them before Sauron's army exterminates them all

Given the circumstances, it's maybe unsurprising that they don't waste too much time coming up with a name for the valley

They call in 'Rivendell'

Here's the part where I play with the timeline a little– the siege ends up lasting for years

By that point, the people of Rivendell– especially Elrond– have grown very attached to their valley

And Celecoll decides to stick around, and try her hand at being a guard again

Tomorrow I'll write about what happened after the seige broke, as well as the eternal feud between Celecoll and Hrivossa. Also, the Tolkien wiki ended up being super useful for this post!

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #rivendell #imladris #elrond #elrond peredhel #erestor #glorfindel

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hey! I love what your doing here. I was wondering if you know any Sterek fics where stiles and/or derek are “dark” or morally grey”, maybe some criminal ones. Ive read “Pretty Little Wolf” by ItsMe_Basil on ao3 and it was really good, so kinda like that.

Sure!

He'll bleed you 'til you're just bone and skin by ElisAttack

(1/1 I 2,236 I Explicit)

It's moments when Stiles feels the dull pull of the bruises on his hips, moments when he can't sleep on his stomach because the throbbing ache does nothing for a good night's sleep, it's those moments that make him feel worthless.

Makes him hate Derek with a passion that burns brighter than anything else he feels.

Or the one where Derek doesn't know his strength, but Stiles knows he deserves it.

Alpha by Nival_Vixen

(1/1 I 3,257 I Explicit)

Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs

(1/1 I 4,419 I Mature)

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom.

No one had called.

The Killer AU by cloudsarefluffy

(2/2 I 5,789 I Explicit)

Based on this Tumblr Post: "Imagine your OTP meeting each other for the first time, at night, in the woods, while both trying to dispose of their freshly killed corpses.

@midnightwinterhawk suggested these.

Nieważny by Zethsaire

(1/1 I 2,037 I Explicit)

The pack is gone, everything they've ever cared for destroyed. Now Stiles and Derek hunt the hunters, taking revenge in the only way they know how; blood.

Kill For You by bloodwrites

(1/1 I 2,053 I Mature)

Kate Takes Derek. Stiles snaps.

Or, the one where Stiles embraces his inner sociopath, and Kate doesn't stand a chance.

Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(1/1 I 10,685 I Explicit)

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.

Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.

Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

adore to see your eyes fly by 1001cranes

(1/1 I 11,309 I Explicit)

stiles is a pyromaniac, derek is a sociopath. a match made in some kind of heaven. teen wolf kink meme fill.

let slip the dogs of war by creationmyth

(12/12 I 86,920 I Explicit)

He stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are faintly blotchy, flush sparsely coloring down his neck. His eyes look glassy and half-crazed. “Get it the fuck together,” he growls lowly to his reflection. “You lose everything. Get fucking used to it.”

He can’t stop thinking about it. How Derek looked at him, said his name reverently rather than disdainfully.

Stiles sits on the shower floor, shivering even though the spray is far too hot. He keeps replaying the words over and over - sometimes the person someone shows us and the person we choose to see are two different people.

For the first time, Stiles takes a moment to seriously consider that perhaps he has never known Derek Hale at all.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #dark!derek #dark!stiles #anon

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solitaryearthperson · 8 months

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I'm Not A Hero

Summary: A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

(The reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

The sounds of bombs going off and multiple people screaming out was hard to get out of my head, but I tried my hardest to do so. People yelling, crying, and praying in multiple languages was too much for my ears to take. People scattered across everywhere, some on the ground, some in dirt, some in crumbling buildings, bleeding from injuries too severe to heal from was too much for my eyes. I kept seeing them over and over. Even though it had been weeks, almost a month, I couldn't get it out of my head.

"Kid, it's okay. Don't listen to them." Tony patted me on the shoulder and told me this the day after, when it was all over the news.

Every news channel had the same headline: Avengers saves the day, but causes more lives lost. And every one of them had a video of me, the camera zooming in on my figure. They would all pause right at the time my powers went loose and the headlines would change to "Did the Avengers recruit a villain?"

"(Y/N), don't think about it. The news is making it worse than it really is." Natasha told me this when she visited my room the next day, finding me wrapped up in my blanket and watching the news play the video over and over, staring at the image of me on the screen causing so much damage.

"The death toll is in the hundreds now, while the number of injured has reached the thousands," the news caster said.

"Most of those people were already injured or dying before we even got there, (Y/N)," Clint told me, after Natasha left, disappointed that her consoling me didn't help. "You saved a lot of lives. So many people are walking around, breathing, and living because of you."

It didn't matter if that was true or not, it didn't matter that there were people who weren't injured, people who survived and could get back to their regular lives. To me, none of it mattered if the cost of this victory was hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people dying or getting hurt.

I thought I had myself under control. I thought I could handle it. This mission wasn't my first, but it was the first that so many people had died because of me being reckless and overconfident, forgetting the strength of my powers.

"Come to the party, (Y/N)," Steve urged me, with Natasha and Clint beside him. "It'll be fun and we'll see people who are honored and glad that you rescued them."

The party they're referring to is some party/award ceremony being thrown by half the government and half Tony Stark for rescuing so many people. We'll receive awards, and be honored as absolute heroes of the country. I had informed them a few days before that I didn't want to go and instead I would rather stay in my room binge-watch TV, but they insisted, to the point that Nat threatened to kidnap me from my room and force me to attend.

"(Y/N)!"

Flashes of cameras and reporters calling my name was quite an overwhelming thing that I haven't gotten used to since being on the team. The others told me that it takes time, but if it ever gets too much, it's alright to duck out when I get a chance, and right now, that's exactly how I was feeling.

So many people yelling my name asking what designer I was wearing, what diet I was on, how often did I train, and other questions were still strange to me.

"(Y/N), can you show us some of your powers?"

The question caught me off guard, but I tried to not let it show and responded with a polite smile and said, "Um, maybe some other time. I will give you a great show then." I was fine until I heard the next question.

"Is it because of your last mission?"

The question made me freeze, and I looked around to find if any of the others were around to help me, but suddenly I couldn't find any of them near me. It was like they had suddenly disappeared.

"What do you have to say about the death toll now reaching 1,000?"

"What?" I asked, feeling my heart beat speed up. I hadn't heard about the deaths getting that high.

"Sources say that you have no control over your powers. Is that true?"

"I-I,...um," I didn't know what to say, my tongue suddenly felt numb and I could feel all the hair on my body stand up.

"Why did the Avengers recruit you if you don't have control over yourself?"

"How can the public trust you?"

I wanted to tell them that it was an accident, that it was one slip-up that will never happen again, but I couldn't make myself do it.

"(Y/N)!"

I recognized the voice but I didn't bother looking to see where and who it came from. Before I could hear another question, I quickly walked away from the reporters and left the room. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to get as far away from the party as possible.

Before I knew it, I was opening the door of a nearby hallway closet and ran inside, slamming it shut behind me. Not hearing any footsteps behind me, I took a deep breath and stood against the wall, trying to calm my mind and forget the questions, but it was too hard. How did I not know the death toll rose that high? How could I lose control like that? Why did I lose control? Will it happen again?

I could feel my heart beating hard inside me, like it wanted to escape my body, and I could hear it loud in my ears like drums. Why did I come here? I shouldn't have come here! I don't need to be here! I'm not a hero!

I can't breathe! I tried to catch my breath, tried to breathe deeply again, but for some reason I couldn't. The questions from before were now screaming in my head and the images of my blurry figure on the news kept flashing through my mind. I shouldn't be here! I'm not a hero!

"(Y/N)," I heard a voice suddenly say my name through all the noise. I hadn't even realized that I had closed my eyes and I opened them to see Bruce standing before me, closing the closet door, and looking at me with a look of concern on his face.

"Bruce," I asked, trying to breathe, but still failing. "What're you doing here?"

"I saw you rush out and followed you. Are you okay?" He stepped toward me and grabbed me by my shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly.

"I can't breathe," I told him, feeling tears that I had been holding in for the longest begin to run down my face. "I can't be here."

"Hey everything's okay," he tried to tell me.

"I can't go out there! I can't answer any questions! I shouldn't be here after what I did!"

"(Y/N)," his voice was more stern and when I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but kindness. "Do what I say. Okay?"

I quickly nodded my head.

"Count with me. 1...2...3... Inhale...4...5...6 exhale."

I nodded my head again and looked at him while doing it. "1...2...3," I looked at him before inhaling, seeing him nod, then continued, "4...5...6," then I exhaled slowly.

"Good. Do it again."

We continued to do this for a couple more minutes. He was patient and counted along with me, then inhaled and exhaled with me too. Each time we did it, I began to breathe easier, and my heart beat began to slow down, but the questions and memories of the mission and the video on the news kept running through my mind over and over again. When he finally saw my breathing become normal, that's when he chose to ask the question that I was dreading to hear him ask.

"Why are you in here?"

"I couldn't take being out there anymore. I had to get away."

"Why? What did they ask you?"

Another question I was dreading to hear, but I tried to suck up as much courage and answer him honestly. "They asked about my powers, and what happened on the mission, and," I could hear my voice begin to tremble, but I ignored it and continued speaking, "They told me about the deaths...that it's in the thousands now."

A look of recognition came over his face and he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into a hug that I was not expecting, but greatfully accepted. Bruce was more shy than everyone else and kept his distance from the others, so this absolutely surprised me.

"I know how you feel, (Y/N)."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he replied with a little laugh. "The hulk had done some damage in the past. For good and bad."

Oh yeah. I had forgotten about the things the hulk has done. So many people are fans of the Avengers now, including Bruce, that I briefly forgot about the damage to New York.

"What do you mean 'you shouldn't be here', (Y/N)?"

Pulling away, I sniffed, and quickly wiped away the tears from my face before answering him, "The others wanted me to come, but I don't think I should be here. I don't feel like a hero. I feel like a-"

"Monster," he finished for me, making me smile a little. "The others don't have powers like ours. We make a small mistake, it can have big consequences."

"How do you deal with it? The death. Destruction. I don't feel like a hero anymore. I feel like a fraud."

"No matter how much that voice in your head tells you differently, you're a hero. You can't save everyone, all the time. There's gonna be lots of victories, but some sadness as well. Try to find ways to distract yourself. "

"How?"

He sighed loudly before replying, "Meditation, yoga, reading, maybe sports. Try to find a hobby that you know will quickly distract you and make you not think for a while."

As Bruce spoke, I couldn't help but be really moved and quite sad. I've never really interacted with him outside of the usual mission, and sometimes forgot he was there. This whole time I never thought about how he has gone through the same thing as I have and more. Realizing this also made me feel a little sympathy as well as I realize that not only has he gone through this before, but he's also had to cope with everything I'm feeling before, only he had to cope by himself.

"So do you wanna try going back out there or stay here a little longer?"

Just the thought of going back out there and knowing that there's a possibility that I'll have to answer anymore questions made me feel sick, so I quickly shook my head.

"I wanna stay here." He nodded his head in understanding and before he could turn, I asked, "Could you stay and keep me company? You don't have to if you don't wanna."

"Sure," he said, then took out his phone and moved to sit on the floor. He looked up at me and patted the spot next to him. "You wanna watch some Netflix till the party's over?"

I smiled and happily sat down next to him, ready to watch whatever just as long as I didn't go back out there.

"What do you think of 'The Witcher'?"

"My favorite," I told him, scooting closer to look down at the phone.

Who knew that me and Dr. Banner had so much in common with each other?!

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canadiancryptid · 1 year

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If the Train gave all the passengers grey jumpsuits before Amelia got involved, and it usually doesn't let you take stuff from the Train home... at what point did it give your stuff back? Did One send a Steward to give your clothes back when you got your Exit? Kez seems to know about the Stewards, but she seemed surprised when it brought gifts. Did it never show up to return Jeremy's stuff? We see him wearing normal clothes in the photo, but that was given to him by Morgan.

Where does the line fall between what you're allowed to keep and not? Jesse doesn't get to take the Apex harpoon pack with him. Lake gets to keep the clothes and the bank pen bracelet, but the handcuffs don't go through. They stay attached until Lake makes it all the way through, even after both arms are already on the other side. The cuffs only disappear after the door closes. The harpoon pack only falls dramatically after the last trace of the glowing doorway has faded away, even though Jesse was still wearing it when Lake last saw him. It almost lets you bring things up until the last second before snatching it back.

The determining factor seems to be if it could be used to prove the Train's existence. Maybe the handcuffs were left behind because they were from the Mirror World, which the Train seems to consider to be under its jurisdiction. It seems to let you keep the clothes on your back, but if the jumpsuits made it though then they could have been used as proof. In that case, would it just spit the passengers out with nothing? The exits seem to work like doorways, so it probably wasn't returning your stuff as you passed through.

Chances are, it lets you keep your outfit within reason. It may be a magical train that kidnaps people and forced them through therapy from hell, but it has STANDARDS! If it looks like something you could find on Earth, then there would be no reason not to let you take it. If its something completely inexplicable like a custom-made harpoon pack, then that has to stay. But some normal looking clothes you stole from an abandoned mall would probably be fair game. It also probably wouldn't let you say, throw a bunch of apples through the open Exit in an attempt to solve world hunger, as amazing as that could be. The Train doesn't care if you starve as a passenger, why would it care if you starve on Earth?

Random stuff in pockets or backpacks might be up for debate. Tulip probably still had the Donut Holer in her backpack, but someone who ran away for months coming back with a pipe for self-defense doesn't seem out of the ordinary. Nobody knows where she was, for all they know she could have needed it. It was confirmed in an AMA that if Jesse's phone had remained un-smashed, then his photos would have ended up blurry and worthless as evidence. It seems important that the Train keeps itself secret under most circumstances. There are reasons it wasn't willing to let Denizens get their own numbers. If everybody knows about the Train, then they won't want to get on.

But when the hell was One planning to give back their clothes? Did Jeremey not have any need for his stuff because Morgan and Kez took such good care of him? Or did One just say "Yoink! This is mine now!" every time someone brought something on board? At what point in the pre-Amelia process were personal belongings dealt with? How many people lost their keys in the process? How many passengers never got their stuff back?

#infinity train book 2 #infinity train book 4 #could you imagine if it dropped you off in the snow with a nice toasty jumpsuit only to rip it away at the last second?#I'm trying to write that essay #but the mirror world is confusing #I'll probably just break it up into smaller posts #we have like two sources of information and they're both unreliable #they literally contradict each other and I can't tell if its bias or a retcon #infinity train #cryptid's theories #cryptid says stuff

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vermillioncourt-if · 3 months

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Based on my last ask, dammit i really wanna see the others siblings reactions to hear about this (Lunsu to Kenlu) + liangxu and qiongkuai, 😱 what about dad and grandma? It's a pretty long ask i know, you can choose whoever you wanna do. You can also do it after your break knowing the length it's going to be -sarah

Hello! ❤️ I'd be happy to write this!

Just beware, it's a very long one!

MC's Family React to MC Getting Kidnapped and Later Being Found Beaten Up

King Nan Shaimian - Shaimian wouldn't know what happened until the Head of the Guards tells him. He'd be very upset and immediately arrange a search party. When you're found, he'll feel bad and come visit you maybe 3 or 4 times while you're healing. It might not sound like a lot, but he's busy trying to figure out how this was even possible while also running a kingdom. He will also arrange a group to go find your kidnapper.

Dowager Queen Nan Niexing - Niexing will be very upset when she hears you've been kidnapped. She'll be relieved you're alive when you're found, despite you being badly hurt. She often acts as anchor for both Consort Huo and her son while you're healing since those two get a bit in their heads. She will also spend time with you while you're healing. When the kidnapper is found, Niexing will be glad and the kidnapper should be glad she's not younger, or things might be way worse for them.

Crown Prince Nan Lunsu - Lunsu like the rest of his family, will be very upset hearing about you being kidnapped. He wants to join the search for you but Queen He, his mother, makes him stay and help run the country since Shaimian would be occupied with finding you. He's glad when you're found. There's the smallest chance of him maybe visiting you while you're healing. He's a very busy person who doesn't get much free time. He'll also want to join the search for your kidnapper, in which Queen He, once again, stops him to get him to help his father with running the country. He'll be relieved when the kidnapper is caught and turns a blind eye to his more... creatively inclined... siblings who want revenge.

First Princess Nan Kutuo - Kutuo will be very worried hearing about you being kidnapped. She thinks her mother has something to do with it (surprisingly, Consort Xing does not, this time). She'll be happy but worried when you're found. She'll probably drop by a few times while you're healing to drop off some get-well gifts. She can't stay since she's a busy woman, but you enjoy the little bit of time you get to spend with her. She's happy when the kidnapper is caught and brings her more creatively inclined siblings (and Lunsu) with her to pay the kidnapper a little visit in jail. She just wants to talk...

Second Princess Nan Dapang - Dapang would be upset. She doesn't know you super well, but she still knows you. She's one of the people who's allowed to go on the search for you. She's glad when you're found and will send you some flowers and a small get-well gift, but, like Kutuo, she is very busy with her area of study. She most likely won't visit you while you're healing. She's also one of the people who help find the kidnapper. She goes with Kutuo to pay the kidnapper a little visit.

Third Prince Nan Pihen - Pihen will be worried. He's a natural worrier, so this is pretty on par. He makes sure his mother doesn't try to meddle in the investigation or anything. He's relieved when you're found and will also send you some flowers and a get-well present. He might drop in for a quick visit to play his flute for you, if he can get Consort Xing off his back for an hour. He's also glad when the kidnapper is caught. He goes with Kutuo to pay the kidnapper a little visit, though he doesn't do anything. He's more there for moral support for his older sister.

Third Princess Nan Luexia - Luexia is worried what this will mean for the rest of the siblings, especially the younger ones. She's happy when you're found and will bring you flowers and a get-well present in person. You don't normally talk to Luexia since she tends to be busy, but she seems to know a lot about you. She's glad when the kidnapper is caught, but still thinks the security needs work in the palace. She will not join Kutuo and her siblings in paying the kidnapper while in jail, although she does say to "give them a kick" for her.

Fourth/Fifth Princess Nan Zhouwa - Zhouwa is worried since you're one of her favorite siblings. When you're found, she's relieved, even if you're hurt pretty badly. She'll visit you as much as she can while you're healing, eagerly sharing gossip you're missing while you're getting better. She's glad when your kidnapper is found. She's all too happy when Kutuo extends her an invitation to go pay the culprit a little visit in jail with their siblings.

Fifth/Sixth Princess Nan Gaotang - Gaotang is also worried since you're one of her favorite siblings too. She's also glad when you're found and tries to visit as much as possible while you're healing. She, like Zhouwa, tells you about gossip you're missing out on, although she focuses more on the court than the personal lives of the nobility. She's happy when the kidnapper is found.

Fourth/Fifth Prince Nan Duanzu - Duanzu is upset when he hears you've been kidnapped. He can't really do much since he's 16, but he tries to help out as much as he can and that Consort Xing will allow. He's glad when you're found, since he thinks things could've gotten a lot worse. He won't visit you while you're healing since you're not that close. He does send you some get-well flowers, much to his mother's disappointment.

Fifth/Sixth Prince Nan Casao - Casao is just as worried as Gaotang and Zhouwa since you're also one of his favorite siblings. He also tries to help out as much as possible in the search for you and the kidnapper. He's relieved when both of you are found. He'll try to pay you a visit and spend time with you while you're healing, but he's pretty busy with his studies.

Sixth/Seventh Prince Nan Kenlu - Kenlu, like the others, is also upset to hear you've been kidnapped. He won't do much to try to find you since he's 14 and is pretty sure he'll just get in the way. He is promptly told "no" and is forced encouraged to help train his Magic Aptitude. He's happy when you're found, even if you're hurt. He might visit you if he can find time in his schedule. He'll bring some get-well flowers since he's not super close to you. He's a bit miffed when his teacher makes him help out on the search for the kidnapper, but is happy when the kidnapper is found pretty quickly.

Seventh/Eighth Princess Nan Liangxu - Liangxu won't quite understand what's happening, just that everyone's acting weird in the palace and it has something to do with you being gone. When you're found, she cries when she sees you're hurt and tries to give you Maomao, her beloved stuffed toy dog, to help you feel better. She spends a bit of time with you while you're healing, but not a whole lot since you do need rest and she's 8.

Tenth/Eleventh Prince Nan Qiongkuai - Qiongkuai is 2 years old. Does he know what's going on? No. Does he know you're gone? Yes. Does he like you being gone? No. When you're found, he'll be told that you have a big ouchie and he has to be nice to you. He makes you a little get-well card. It's an artistic masterpiece... for a 2 year old. He spends a decent amount of time with you since he's around Consort Huo a lot. He likes to crawl into bed with you to show you what he recently learned (shapes, colors, numbers, etc). He does kick and scream when it's time to leave you to rest, not wanting to leave you alone.

#asks #the vermillion court #side characters #extras react #if: nan niexing #if: nan shaimian #if: nan lunsu #if: nan kutuo #if: nan dapang #if: nan pihen #if: nan luexia #if: nan zhouwa #if: nan gaotang #if: nan duanzu #if: nan casao #if: nan kenlu #if: nan liangxu #if: nan qiongkuai

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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erm also maybe sheriff x bandit! reader? be really funny to see him basically babysitting them while they are actively trying to bite people

Orderly Anon [💉]

Ah yes, Sheriff and his weird dog. Wasn't quite sure what to do for this but I decided I'll share what I have.

Yandere! Sheriff with Bandit! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Cannibalism mention, Kidnapping, Isolation, Degrading behavior, Blood mention, Angst, Forced companionship.

I like to imagine maybe Sheriff knew you before Nexus City fell.

You two originally got along well, maybe friends... maybe lovers.

Either way I imagine Sheriff would've cared for you a lot.

You often visited and chatted with him.

He loved your personality and how well he got along with you.

You even helped him get over his cowardly behavior... even if it was just a little.

Then Nexus City fell... and you were nowhere to be seen.

Sheriff no doubt mourns your loss, thinking you perished in the fall.

He never truly forgets you though.

The Sheriff dedicates a part of his mind to you and often thinks of you.

When stressed he brings himself back to a time when you were there.

He thinks of his friend... perhaps even his love....

It makes him feel significantly better.

Even though you're gone.

But... let's say by chance the Sheriff has to clear an encampment of Bandits.

They're like rats... feasting on unsuspecting survivors of the fall to feed themselves.

Sheriff sees no issue with sending men to clear them.

Until he sees one that looks rather familiar.

The Sheriff nearly loses his composure when he sees your face covered in Bandit garb.

He can see blood stain your lips... your eyes wide and bloodshot... you're a Bandit now.

Yet that doesn't seem to stop past feelings bubbling up from long ago.

He knows this may be considered a waste of resources or something but Sheriff orders your capture.

You're muzzled... chained... and dragged to a cell in the MERC base.

The Sheriff can't help but stare at you in the cell he picks for you.

It's spacious compared to the rest but he just hates seeing you treated like some mutt.

Sheriff may be delusional enough to try and revert your more feral demeanor.

He tries changing your diet, your clothes, he tries speaking and teaching you.

Sheriff wants you back to how you were more than anything.

Yet he won't deny the fact he has a heart attack whenever you slam yourself against the bars to try and bite him or his men.

It's unknown if Sheriff can truly train you to be yourself again.

If not... then he's content keeping you chained here so he can take care of you.

He just needs you by his side, he needs someone to talk to when times get tough.

Plus, sometimes he swears he sees you somewhere in there.

As a result, he promises to hold out for you.

He always sits by your cell in a chair to watch you.

Sometimes you just stare at each other.

If you're in danger he puts your cell into lockdown to protect you.

Sheriff would kill to keep you to himself.

He's lost you once before, he refuses to do it again.

You may not be yourself now...

But he'll find a way to fix you... that's a promise he primarily makes to himself more than anything.

#yandere madness combat #yandere sheriff #yandere madness combat sheriff

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ohmyejun · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 | K.JS

✩... barista!jiseok x gn!reader

✩... 0.8k (i think)

✩... crack, a bit of angst, fluff?, coffee shop au

✩... kidnapping, cursing, spit (NOT LIKE THAT HELP), death if you squint, mention of violence, trauma

✩... barista gaon is STUCK in my brain... enjoy!

✩... You and Jiseok are chilling doing your job until your least favored person walks into the cafè. Jiseok takes matters into his own hands.

⎯⎯ ୨ "Whatever. I definitely served justice..." ୧ ⎯⎯

"I'm just saying, they could've beat your ass if you tried harder. You're not really that hard to beat." He joked but looked down at the cup he was drying nervously, holding back a smile from his own statement. He wasn't careful with his words there, and you were ready to slap the shit out of him.

"Yeah, whatever. You're lucky I'm not beating the shit out of you right now, that's exactly why you won't face me." Which made Jiseok look up at you, setting the cup down and crossing his arms with raised eyebrows and an open mouth smirk. "Who won't face you? You wanna do this right now? In the middle of the cafè?" The cafè wasn't as busy as it normally was, the few customers that were in there had already gotten thier orders, but exchanged weird looks at each other as they watched you two behind the counter.

"I won't embarrass you in front of them today. You're safe." You spoke, causing him to roll his eyes and go back to drying the cup. He continued to lean against the counter as he watched you with only one eyebrow raised as you made yourself some coffee and bit aggressively into a pastry.

"Something on your mind or did I piss you off?" Jiseok had a slight smile on his face, but he was genuinely curious, almost worried. You had that look of stress on your face as you watched a man walk towards the cafè doors through the huge glass windows. His wide eyes met the windows, also watching the man. You bit your lip as the guy walked through the door, Jiseok's eyes switching from the man to you a couple of times before he read the room.

Not too long ago, you had finally gotten the courage to talk to your best friend about what happened a couple of months ago. You were sitting in the hospital, waiting to be able to visit your mom until you suddenly felt as if you were being pulled out of your seat. You came to your senses when you were already outside, about to be stuffed into a man's car, this specific man that just walked into the cafè. The only reason you escaped it before getting into the car was because you realized what was happening and kicked him as hard as you could, running home. You couldn't even see your mom after that. Little did you know, that day would be your last chance to see her. "Hey." You wished you could've taken care of him yourself, but you didn't have it in you.

So Jiseok did just that, he took care of it. As he prepared the man's order, he couldn't help but feel angry. He has the nerve to step foot in a public space, knowing what he did to you and probably many others? Who did he think he was? As he gave the man his order, he gave him the fakest and smuggest smile, knowing exactly what he did to not only the food, but the drink too. He knew you'd be proud of him, or maybe you'd just think he was crazy. Either way, he felt like he served justice in a way.

"YOU SPIT IN ALL OF IT?" You yelled with wide eyes, causing you both to receive more weird looks from the customers. Jiseok laughed nervously as he looked at the other people in the cafè, bowing at them before sighing. "What? He had it coming. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he not feel guilty about anything? God, I swear I would've hurt him. How can people be so sick?"

"Jiseok, you'd get fired." "But it'd be worth i- Wait... you're worried about me getting fired?" A teasing smirk grew on his face as he crossed his arms, you tolling your eyes. "You know what? Beating your ass doesn't sound too bad right now. I can get another job." His smirk quickly disappeared while yours grew as you began chasing him through the kitchen. You really were grateful for him. Who else would spit in someone's food for you? Not just the food, but also the drink. And not just a little bit. Friends like Jiseok were hard to come by, which is why you always bragged about him to your family. He's done so much for you, and you can't help but feel like you owe him no matter how much he assures you that you don't. Little do you know, you do more for him than he does for you, but that's an argument for another time.

#ohmyejun #kwak jiseok #xdinary heroes #gaon imagine #gaon #imagine #i'm going to cry #i'm going insane #anything for him #x reader

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A too long and boring Capitano fanfic babes

Capitano x fem reader

A/n: it just get suggestie, it does contain spoilers who are not really spoilers and one theory which idk, I just liked it. Also i wrote this in a silly goofy mood. Hope you enjoy this babes

Warnings: spoilers, blood

Words: 4117

Having a hydro vision wasn't always such a blessing. And you learned that lesson the hard way. You where coming from a rich family, you had a big brother and a little sister. All of you received the love, care and attention from both parents. There was nothing a kid that time can ask for. But sometimes everything feels like a vivid dream.

In that time you where forced by your parents to learn medicine and go on your father's path, to have your own money and to be a independent woman. You were lucky that indeed you were interested in the subject and you found your purpose in helping others. Until one day when everything changes. You already got you vision and it was way easier to do your part time job thanks to your father resources. But what you did not expect was your brother to enter the clinic doors. You let everything you were doing and rush to him. He was hurt so you do what you were taught. So you examine him but you knew that if you don't do something, there might be a chance that he will never see the light of the day. Then you start doing your thing. You may say you were his lucky star because you stabilized him and everything was fine at the moment, but you didn't expect that to be last day when you see him, because sadly he died a few hours after even tho you did everything you could to save him. You were broke and still had some of his blood on your hands and uniform. You started crying and screaming like you never did. You just lost your brother. You see the blood in your hands floating around and you see the eyes of your brother popping out and then everything is covered in red. You were shocked and start looking around. You see your assistants in shock and scared for their lives, or maybe just scared of you. You start panicking and see you father entering the room and to your surprise she stops there, looks at you and you see how the look on his face change. He looks at you with contempt. You back up as he gets closer to you "I-I don't know what happened.. I sweat to archons.. Dad"

"Get here right now" he said angry while he dragged you out "This is not why I spend so much mora, time and patience with you"

"I didn't killed him I swear" you said crying and trying take his hand

"Yea? You did not? From the day you were born I knew something is wrong but this is too much. You killed your brother Y/N!"

"I didn't, I swear I didn't"

"I want you to leave" he said with cold tone

"I have no where to go"

"I don't care. You're not my daughter anymore" he said turning his back to you.

You stayed there until the night has came. You used all of your strength to get up and leave. Where? You didn't know. You left. You spent good days in the woods. Learning more about that you did and what happened that night. You stole from people clothes and food. But someone heard about you. You were sleeping in an improvised tent when you suddenly hear the noise outside. But before you could react you feel someone knocking you out.

"I'm sorry beautiful I had to do that"

You don't really know what happened after that. You woke up in a chamber with chains around your ankels and wrists loose enough to not hurt you and long enough so you walk around. You look around but there was not much to see. You try to look at the chamber in front of you but it was empty. You were clean for some reason and in dry and comfortable clothes.

"Who tf kidnap someone to keep them in such luxury" you said to yourself looking at the chains "Can I get at least some water?" you shout out

"For someone in your condition you react really good" you heard a voice and then a tall man coming close to you. A ginger.

"Is either this or the woods. If you ask me sir I prefer to stay here. Even tho I don't know where I am. Maybe you can refresh my memory"

"I see. Love to see you are this talkative. Then maybe I should welcome you to Snezhnaya. I hope you like the cold"

"Snezhnaya? You mean like in that Snezhnaya? Please at least tell me I'm not at some harbinger headquarter or something"

"Sorry to disappoint" he said smiling at you

"But like why?" you asked confused.

"There are some rumors that there is someone who apparently can control the blood?"

"Listen, ginger, can I call you ginger? As you can see I am panicking, but it's not like that I can assure you ginger"

"Don't call me ginger. But I was here to bring you some food and water"

"Oh you are some lower rank or something?" you asked taking the food and water.

"First, that's disrespectful girly, second, you are completely right"

"I'll call you ginger as long as you are going to gatekeep your name and do you need a therapy session? I'm not going anywhere" you said starting to eat

"Probably I do need therapy. I never thought about it"

"Aren't you glad you have me here?"

"But definitely not with you. Now finish that so I can leave"

"Oh man, you make me very sad you know" you said that and sat in silence until you eat everything "I'll keep the water" you said

"Ok. Now don't try anything if you still want to be alive"

"That's also an option I'm considering. Thank you ginger"

You can hear him laughing before he leave.

"I should have been a comedian at this point" you said to yourself drinking some water "Stay hydrated babes"

You didn't really know how much time has passed since you were there. The ginger was sometimes coming to see you and that was it. Until today.

You heard new steps and that made you curios "So today is not the ginger?" you asked waiting for the new person to reveal themselves.

"I'm sorry to destroy your happiness" the man said standing in front of you, with his gorgeous blond hair and half a mask

"Do I know you?" you asked looking at him

"No but you'll find out fast enough who I am" he said unlocking the chains out of you ankels and wrists "Now dress with this" he said putting a pile clothes in you bed

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Yes. Get dressed" he said waiting outside the cell

You didn't said anything. You get dressed and go to him.

"So, now, can you explain to me what is happening?" you asked

"Pierro, you must be Y/N"

"Indeed. Nice to meet you"

"Probably Childe already told you why are you here"

"Childe? You mean the ginger?" you asked start laughing "No no no, but we did had some amazing therapy together"

You see how he's looking at you but he didn't said anything.

"I'm sorry. But I really don't know guys what you think or know about me, myself and I, but I can assure it's not what you think"

"Then you'll have time to explain that. In a meeting" he said

"Meeting?" you asked

But before you could said anything he opened a door that lead both of you to a meeting room. You saw the ginger and other eight people and a huge machinerie. You follow Pierro until he show you a free seat. You sit down right next to childe and close to Pierro.

"So why are we here? Just for a girl?" you hear a woman asking

"I know we discussed if she should be one of us or not but see no potential in such a tiny body"

"That's true, but that's not what we care about. We need her powers"

"Again about that? Listen guys, I'll say it for like, the last time, I can't control someone's blood. So that being said I'm no use for you guys and such an organization. Now can y'all just throw me back in the woods?" you asked standing up

"You don't go anywhere" Pierro said "Now sit down"

And you sat. I mean, how can you not listen to him? He looks pretty bloody hot. And that's what they did. They discussed. More or less. You were not really asked if you accept or not with their agreements. And that was it.

The next months you spend them training with some of the fatui recruits until you where strong enough and up to Pierro's expectations. After his approval you were send to missions on your own as an harbinger but that wasn't a title you used pretty much.

Today was one of those monthly meetings you unfortunately had to attend. There was not much for you to talk about so you just stay somewhere besides Capitano. You two had your little chit-chat at some tea and coffee but nothing much. This time Pierro sends you two in a mission together. You look at Capitano but there was nothing for you to understand. That men was pure mystery for you and for archons sake you did love that in a men. But anyway. You pair up with him and leave together.

"Damn I'm gonna miss that ginger" you said going next to him

"Who?" he asked looking at you

"Childe. Tartaglia? The 11th of the fatui?"

"I was messing with you" he said laughing

"Damn I really thought you don't know your own colleagues sir"

"You know, there is something funny about the way you talk for someone who was taught to be a doctor"

"I'll take it as a compliment" you said

"You'll see him next time don't worry. But we have to finish fast if you want to see him that bad"

"But I like to see you too. You don't have to be jealous babe" you said smiling at him

"Babe? Listen. This is going to be a long trip until we arrive in Mondstadt, so please don't try to annoy me, babe"

"I don't promise. I really like this side of you"

If there was any possibility to see him you could have sworn he rolled his eyes.

"So, I was curious"

"Obviously you are" you said looking outside

"Your vision, how does it work?"

You look at him for a moment, and then you look back outside not saying a thing.

"It's the water" you said "It's not the blood, it's the water in your body that I'm controlling. And how your body is more then 70% water.."

"You control it"

"Yes. That's how it work. But I don't like doing that so I just do the healing I guess" you said and then both of you stayed in silence.

In right time you arrived in Mondstadt. It's was such a new and beautiful scenary for you that you could help but be amazed by everything you saw. And indeed, Capitano was looking after you, something about everything you do it's making him want to protect you with all costs. Maybe it was because of the remains memories of his old friends and family. But you'll never know that.

"Can we go later and eat something out? Please?" you asked looking at him

"No" he said

"Pretty please then?" you said

"I said no" he said looking at you and letting a loud sigh out

"I got it" you said and you didn't want to show him you were sad so you just stay silent.

You two enter in his hotel and you see some fatui agents welcoming him.

"Sir, unfortunately we have only one room available at the moment"

"It's fine" he said taking the key of the room.

"By any chance this is yours?"

"The hotel? Yes" he said entering in the room

"I see" you said letting your stuff on the floor.

When you saw the bed had two things in your head, first, you two will have to share a bed, and Capitano is not a skinny guy, second, if that was his ideea or just a coincidence. But you brushed of your questions and start arranging your clothes in the dresser and after, you go to change in nice dress. You look one time in the mirror and you could see Capitano checking you out and you saw him wearing a suit now. Can he be more hotter then this? I bet he can.

"Where are you going?" he asked

"To have dinner I guess" you said preparing to leave "You said you don't want me to annoy you so I'll just leave and let you do your things until you decide to start our mission"

For some reason that hurt him. He didn't meant to be rude or make you run from him. He never had his ways with women, but now? Now it's something else.

"Wait-" before he could say anything he saw you rushing through the door.

He sigh and go downstairs to resolve some unfinished business.

Meanwhile, you go to Good Hunter and order some food.

"I guess you are a traveler from afar" Sara said while preparing the food

"You are right darling" you said letting the mora in the table "Do you also know where I can get some good wine?"

"Yea, you can go to the tavern. It's not far from here."

"Thank you darling" you said smiling

You see her blushing and by accident burning herself.

"Wait wait wait. Let me help you love" you said going to her and taking her hand "Here" you said after healing her "I hope its better love, and take care please. It would be a shame someone as beautiful as you to have such an ugly scar" you smiled and go to your table

After the food arrived you never saw something so tasty before.

"Darling, could you want to have this dinner with me?" you asked looking at her

"I- I would not dare"

"Please. It would be my pleasure. And meanwhile you can tell me about the city so no one would suspect you" you smiled.

You see her biting her lip and sit down to you. You share your food with her and talk about a lot of things. You looked around and you saw so many interesting people that probably would be such a pleasure to meet them under other circumstances.

"If you ever visit Mondstadt again, please look for me"

"And that's what I'm gonna do darling" you wink at her and after kissing her hand you left going to look after the tavern. You find a flower shop in your way and decide to buy one to put it in your hair. This place was such a warm light compared to Snezhnaya. After a while you find the tavern. You go inside and order from the bar a glass of wine and then go outside to enjoy it in peace. You wished the rest of your days were like this but you knew that would never happen. Not as long as you are an harbinger.

After the night comes, you decide to return. To your surprise Capitano was not there. But the only think you wanted was to see him getting annoyed by your simple presence there. After a bath, you dress with your nightgown and go to sleep. You woke up after you heard Capitano entering the room, but you pretend to sleep. You hear him getting undressed and then coming next to you in the bed. You feel his strong arms around you and kisses your head. He didn't had his mask? You were so curios to know how he look like but you give up because if he wanted he would. You could also feel something else, but now it's not the moment.

You get closer to him and fall back to sleep. When you woke up you see him drinking his morning tea.

"Morning" he said

"Good morning" you said turning your back at him

"I prepared you some tea. Come drink with me"

You turn and look at him, then you go sit at the table next to him.

"What's happening? You are too friendly this morning" you said looking at him

"I want to talk with you"

"Me too Capitano. You first"

"I want to say sorry. I'm sorry that I make you feel like I don't you to be here with me"

"You make it very clear. You don't have to apologize. After we end this mission we don't have to work with each other anymore so don't worry" you said smiling

"Stop. Stop smiling like that at me. I want to work with you. I want you around me. I really do. Is just, it was such a long time since I had these feelings for a women. Trust me, and I just don't want to screw everything up"

"Then that explain the last night" you said to yourself "There is nothing to begging with for you screw up" you said drinking from your tea

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there is not actually something between us. Don't get me wrong, I do want you to fuck me on any position out there, but you are just horny. It's not like you like me in a meaningful way" you said standing up "And it's fine"

"You are right but you're also wrong. I'm horny indeed, but it's not just that. From the day Pierro introduced you to us I just know I want to make you mine" he said taking your hand

"Are you for real?" you asked looking at him "I mean probably you are if you trusted me enough to take your mask of"

"I am for real Y/N. And I mean every word I said"

"Ok then. But you have to take me out on a date"

"Then let me prepare something for tomorrow"

"Fine. But what are you going to do tonight?"

"I can't tell you"

"Just don't die, please"

"I'll try. But only because you asked me"

You smiled and watched him leave. Where? No one knows. You get dressed to start your day too and you go again to Good Hunter.

"Hi darling. Did you missed me?" you asked Sara

"Hi strange traveler" she said smiling at you

"Y/N. You can call me the love of your life" you said laughing "I'm sorry. The same as yesterday please"

"Ok. It's going to be done in a few minutes"

"For your food I can wait for hours darling" you said looking at her and see her blushing

"Well well. I didn't know we have more travelers around here" you heard a man approaching you and Sara "As usually Sara. Thank you"

You don't say anything and just look at the guy. I did reminded you of Pierro, a younger version of him. But his hair was the opposite of Pierro's.

"If you have anything to ask just ask" he said turning to you

"I do have some questions. But I want to believe I'm hallucinating thank you"

"Aww, but it's not fun that way"

"I know right?" you asked smiling

You see Sara giving him his food, and then he look at you again and then leave.

"I'm so sorry if he was rude"

"Who? The lover boy? It's fine. Don't worry darling too much"

"I thought he was kinda your type?" she asked

"My type? With such a snack in front of me? Naah" you said

You hear her laugh and coming with your food "Here" she said

"Thank you" you said and go to a table and start eating your food in peace

After your done, you basically just go around exploring and asking people around about the city and everything. After that you go and buy some take away food from Sara and go to the hotel. You see some fatui agents look worried. You brush that off and go in your room. When you enter you see Capitano covered in blood and without a shirt on him.

"For fuck sake love" you said closing the door and putting the food on the table

He doesn't say anything but he turns around.

"Who's blood is this?" you asked helping him clean the blood

"Mine? The people I killed"

"What? You're telling me you go out and just to kill people?"

"Here" he show you some papers "I think we have a few days to stay here"

"You finish the mission alone?" you take the papers

"Yes. So we can have time for each other"

You were in shock.

"Sorry" he said

"Yes you should. You could at least ask me to come with you" you said and start healing his wounds.

You see him taking his mask off. You see some yellow marks on his face and his brownish hair. He was beautiful, nothing that you expected, but he was beautiful.

"Y-You know you don't have to right?"

"I know. But I don't want to lie to you" he said taking your face in his hands, and then kissing you.

You kiss him back. He puts his hand around your waist and you feel your back pressing against the wall. You feel his tongue playing with yours. You let out a moan and put you hand around his neck. He lifts you up and goes with you in the bed. He kisses your lips, your face your neck. After a while and more kisses both of you were naked and from here you can imagine what happened.

After you both take a bath together.

"Sooo" you say playing with the foam

"So" he said kissing your neck

"If you do that one more time we'll gonna have more rounds you know"

"I don't mind" he replied pressing his lips on your skin

"Oh I know you don't" you said laughing

You hear him laughing and hugs you tighter.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked

"Yes"

"Why are you wearing that mask?"

"Because I'm supposed to be dead. I was originally known as Menogias. And I just don't want him to find out" he said

You look at him "So, no one is supposed to know who you are but still you tell me"

"I think I trust you more then you think. Also, I want you to come with me in Fontaine after all of this is done"

"I love to hear you trust me and you want me to come with you, but I can't" you said walking out of the bathtub

"Why?"

"Um, my family is there. I think they are still in Fontaine"

"And? You'll be with me, not them" he said follow you and then putting a towel around him.

You look him in the eyes. I mean he had a point.

"Ok then. I'll come with you" you said kissing him

"Love to hear that" he said hugging you.

After the days you spend in Monstadt, you both leave back to Snezhnaya to report to Pierro. You had an ambiguous conversation with Pierro about lover boy but obviously he will not tell you if they are related, but after the expression on his face it seems like he didn't even known about it.

You were looking for Capitano and see him talking with Childe while waiting for you outside.

"I'm here" you said "Hiii ginger" you said smiling

"Stop calling me ginger" he said frustrated

"But I like it. It suits you"

"I head you leave Snezhnaya"

"You did" you said looking at Capitano and saw him looking away "That's true. I have some unfinished business there"

"I see. Then come and visit me stranger"

"I will I'll promise" you said laughing

All of you say goodbye and you leave with Capitano. You didn't asked too many questions about his reasons of why he hide his true identity. He's old enough to make his own decisions. One night, after a long time back in Fontaine, you two had an interesting discussion if you want to have a family together or to have kids. Obviously now you are the bad guys but still, you were curious. To your surprise he wanted to have kids. Especially with you, but you both decided to wait until all of this to end. But for know, you were both happy with the way things were now and just enjoying your relationship.

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