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chaussetteblanche · 10 months

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"I can't do this anymore,"

pairing : hobie brown x reader summary : you can't put up with being in a relationship with hobie anymore, angst word count : 1.5k warnings : 18+ mentions of smut note : i try to make the reader as neutral as possible so that anyone can read and identify to them ! if you see anything that isn't neutral (gender, skin colour, etc.) please don't hesitate to tell me :)

When you’d first started seeing Hobie, you’d been warned by himself and some of his friends of his… particular tendencies. But you’d thought nothing of it. So what if he liked to get away from time to time? You understood, sometimes the world was too loud even for you. So what if he ghosted people for days on end at some moments? He liked his peace. So what if he would show up at your place battered and bruised? The protests you attended weren’t always peaceful either. You truly hadn’t thought you would mind it. Not one bit.

But then you’d had a breakdown one night. You’d wanted nothing more than his comforting arms around you, his soothing voice telling you that everything was going to be alright. And he had been nowhere to be found. He had vanished off the face of the Earth. And then another time, you got accepted into all the colleges you’d applied for. You were absolutely ecstatic and had rung him up immediately to tell him the good news. Once again, it was as if he wasn’t even on the same planet as you. He'd begged you to come to this one specific show and had been so excited about it, but when you had showed up, he had been nowhere to be seen. You had spent the entire evening alone. The show had been amazing, of course, but it was never the same without Hobie. You had sent him a text one evening, wanting to see if he wanted to grab a bite together the next day and he’d only answered five days later.

Even when he'd shown up at your doorstep and didn't give you time to greet him before he was on you, pushing your body flush against the wall as his hands roamed you, you didn't question it. Not even did you ask about it when he fucked you from behind, shoving his cock into your dripping hole like there was no tomorrow, his eyes glued to the spot where you met, white rings coating his dick. Or when he ate you out like a starved man trying to quench something deep inside him, making you sing and arch your back in the most beautiful way, you'd never asked. Even when he’d crashed through your window one evening, almost ripping your curtains out of the wall and staining your hardwood floor with blood, you had never brought it up again. You’d patched him up the best you could, gave him something to eat, drink, and a place to stay the night, just like you had done all the previous times. The next morning, when you’d started asking questions, he’d told you not to worry about it. About him. But that was easier said than done.

You had been willing to put up with it. Everything. No labels? Sure, of course, no problem. You understood, they were oppressing and made you expect something from the other person. You shared pretty much the same view on society and how it all could be saved, so the rest wasn’t that complicated. That drawer you couldn’t open whatever the reason? No problem, everybody was entitled to some kind of privacy. The music? You weren’t the biggest fan, but that had never been a problem, you were open to new things.

But when everything started to have an impact on you, your well-being, and your mental health, that was where you drew the line. You’d come too far to let yourself be ruined by anybody, even if that person was Hobie Brown. You loved and respected yourself too much to let yourself be destroyed by him. And that was when you knew it had to end. Whatever it had been. It wasn’t fair to you, or to him.

When he’d tapped at the window one evening, you had been slow to open it. He’d crawled inside your room and promptly sat down on the floor, resting against the wall. “Hey, luv,” His voice, although soothing as it always had been, made you tense up. “Are you hurt?” You kneeled next to him and gently took hold of his chin, lifting his face and angling to the side, looking for any kind of injury. He met you with a curious gaze, sensing something was off immediately. He knew you too well. He leaned forward to give you a kiss but you turned your head to the side, making his lips meet your cheek instead. He frowned but didn't comment. “Just a scratch,” he answered, lifting his shirt up to reveal three impressive wounds which almost looked like claw marks. You cussed under your breath and hurried over to the bathroom to pull out a first-aid kit. You dropped to your knees next to him, like you'd done so many times before that you'd become accustomed to the bruises, and started pulling out all the things you would need to treat his wound.

"How did this happen?" you asked quietly as you sprayed some disinfectant on the scratches. He looked past your head, at the poster you had on your wall. Your breathing was shallow. He didn't like when you got worried about him. He preferred your shallow breathing in other situations. "Some pig with really long nails, I guess. I don't remember all of it, honestly, t'all went really fast," You said nothing, your lips pressed together tightly. You knew damn well the wounds he came back with weren't from pigs. Of course, they were violent and sometimes lethal, and you hated them for it, but they didn't leave wounds like this. This wasn't anything human, you were sure of it. "You alright, my love?" Hobie asked after a second. You were concentrated on placing a few butterfly stitches and took a few seconds to answer.

"I can't do this anymore, Hobie," you sighed, sitting back on your ankles. He immediately sat up straighter, worried eyes looking over your face before landing on his wounds. "Oh, I can take it from 'ere, luv, you've already done so well-" "I mean us, Hobes, I can't do this," you motioned between him and you," anymore." He seemed to forget all about his injury and got on his knees, taking hold of your hands. "What do you mean by that?" he asked calmly. You hated how collected he could stay in a moment like this.

"I mean you're clearly lying to me about something. Something big, too. And you can have your reasons, I respect that, but I can't put up with it anymore, it- it's not fair to me." You cursed your voice for trembling. Your insides felt like they were on fire and you wanted nothing more than to cry in his arms. But you couldn't. You had to stay strong. "Why do you think I'm lying to you about something?" "Are you serious?" you scoffed, ripping your hands away from his and standing up. He inhaled sharply, wincing. "You show up at my window battered and bruised, saying it was pigs! You know damn well if they had actually gotten their bloody hands on you, you wouldn't be here to tell the story, and I wouldn't be here, patching you up and keeping my questions to myself, I'd be out in the street marching and screaming your name!" You were pacing around your room now, unable to keep still with the turmoil of emotions inside you. His heavy gaze followed your every movement. Your eyes burned with tears. "So, I don't know what it is, if you're a criminal or a bloody superhero, or if you get some kind of kick out of getting your ass beat, and I don't care, I just can't stand being in the dark!"

Hobie pushed himself to his feet with the help of your windowsill. He wobbled and you steadied him by reflex before pulling away, as if his touch had burned you. You ignored the hurt look on his face and the deep crease in his brows. "And- and even when you're here, with me, I feel like you're not here entirely... Like you're just- out of reach or something. And I can't take it anymore, Hobie. This whole thing, it's too much. I deserve an explanation. Or I deserve better."

You'd never seen that look on his face before. He looked like he was about to be sick. He ran a hand over his face and let out a deep sigh, sitting back down. "You're right, I'm being unfair to you. I was worried about that at first, but you took it like a champ, so I never thought about it again." "Thought about what again?" you pressed, your throat tight. "About what I was making you go through by being with me."

You took a shaky breath, feeling the pit in your stomach growing by the second. "Hobie, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" "Yeah, I think there is."

#hobie x reader #hobart brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk #hobie brown #hobie brown fic #hobie brown fanfic #hobie brown angst

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gg-pedro · 3 months

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can you hear the music (ch. 2) - joel miller x reader

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summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano and find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world.

chapter 2: navigating joel’s heart is a bittersweet thing. mostly sweet, though.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, platonic!ellie x reader, implied age gap, fingering, unprotected piv (don't do that tho), fairly tame aside from that, brief descriptions of an injury, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, angst, weird feelings (and there's more where that came from!)

words: 2.5k

a/n: I wrote the majority of this while listening to clocks by coldplay. hope this helps. (also thank you for the love on chapter 1! glad I'm not the only ooey gooey joel miller lover.)

Joel, yes. Joel, yes. Joel, please.

Repeating his name like a metronome, a 2/4 time signature, the beginnings of a beautiful song coming from your lips and melting against the warm skin of his bare shoulder.

Your clothes had vanished somewhere in between the hall at the top of the stairs and the entrance of your bedroom. Joel grabbed you, nudging you back against your own creamy bedsheets. He took you in, all of you. He was between your thighs in an instant, head bowed between your parted legs like he was praying at the base of an altar.

“You’ve done this before, right, baby?” He pulled you by your hips, his big hands settling perfectly into the indentation of your waist.

You rolled your eyes and brought a hand up to cup his scruffy cheek. The answer was yes, you’d had sex before, but this? No, you had never been so wildly attracted to someone, so soaked from the start, so certain that your partner’s touch was the closest you were ever going to get to God.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“‘M gonna be gentle with you, darlin’. Tell me to stop and I will, alright? I will, you don’t feel bad about nothin’ here.” He bowed down to kiss you again, sloppy and warm, his fingertips ghosting the length of your torso. He made you shudder and gasp against his open mouth.

He found your slick entrance, teasing you with two calloused fingers whose grooves made your back arch and your mouth fill with saliva. You reached down to stimulate your aching clit as he pumped his middle and ring finger in and out of you, speeding up, slowing down, testing your reaction from the strangled sounds of pleasure escaping your lips.

You fell right into it, your form turning to putty underneath him. His fingers curled and hit that ribbed edge inside of you until your hand on his shoulder blades turned into a pleading vice grip, begging for more.

“Joel… Joel, I–”

He stopped immediately, unsure if your mumblings were that of pleasure or uncertainty. He hovered over you, his lips ghosting across your jawline. “Say it, baby. What do you want?”

“You,” you said without hesitation. You wanted to come undone with his dick inside of you. Just him, pure and raw and carnal.

His belt had already been undone, and he forced down his worn jeans and boxers to reveal his stiffened cock. You licked your fingers, bringing your hand around to stroke up and down the frontside of his length. It was a biblical sight: throbbing veins clearly visible, looking almost too oversized for you to take properly.

He grabbed your middle and pulled you upright against his body, legs bent and slightly parted on the bed. You fit perfectly between him, wrapping the two of you together as your lips found each other’s in another desperate fervor. You sank down onto his cock, your walls clenching around him immediately and involuntarily. Twin moans sounded from both of your throats, and Joel didn’t give you more than a few seconds before he was thrusting upwards into you.

The two of you shared the work, with him setting a sweet pace and you grinding your hips to meet it. Your bodies were both slick with sweat, faces reddenned; two burning silhouettes against a backdrop of patchy orange light.

Joel was gentle and balanced at first, his motions coordinated and purposeful. In your warm, tight walls, you knew he was unraveling. When his thrusts grew jerky, he forced you back onto the bed, nipping and biting at the skin across your neck and collarbone while you clawed at his back.

Joel. Fuck, yes. Please, I’m–

There it was again, that chorus you couldn’t sweat out.

“I’m here, baby, I got you. Drivin’ me up the fuckin’ wall with those little sounds.”

You couldn’t hold out any longer. Tears fought their way out of your eyes as you muffled uncontrolled moans into his shoulder. You saw white, and then things were fuzzy until the black faded from the corners of your vision. He’d fucked you blind, you were afraid.

That sent him tumbling over the edge after you, his entire body slowing and twitching as he gave the last few thrusts into your over-sensitive, aching hole. When he pulled out of you he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, swiping away the trail of tears with the pad of his thumb.

He kissed you again, and again, kissing you breathless and dizzy. He rolled over to the other side of you with a low grunt and pulled your body in close to him.

“Y’alright? Didn’t hurt you or nothin’?” He propped himself up to take another good look at your face. He was cataloging it– memorizing you.

You smiled and gazed up at him in the warm light. “No. You’re perfect. Stop worrying.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He smiled. It was a real smile, one you hadn’t seen before.

You both tended to yourselves in the bathroom afterwards before collapsing back into bed together. You slept for the first time in months. It didn’t matter how many nights had passed with you curled up in a warm bed in Jackson, away from the bitter wilderness or outside threats, you never could shake that nagging feeling that you were one wrong move away from death. You slept restlessly everywhere, waking up drowning in your quilted comforter and drenched in sweat in the still morning.

But this time, when you were startled awake from a restful sleep, sunlight dripping through the curtains–

He was awake, too. He cracked a grin as your fingers found their way into his unkempt hair.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispered.

He pulled you close to his chest, hand placed protectively on the back of your head until it trailed down to your neck and shoulders, nails raking lightly over chilled skin.

Yeah. This was going to kill you. Both of you, more likely than not.

You slept anyway.

Joel came to you. Often.

The two of you had improvised a system. Of course you had, you were having sex with Joel Miller. You would leave your bedroom light on after curfew if he was free to come. It worked out well. Clearly, because he was sharing a bed with you more nights out of the week than not.

He would come in, a little more than tired, and melt right into your arms like liquid mercury. He wouldn’t say much at first, just mumbling that he missed you and couldn’t stop thinking about you while he was gone. Wanted to make sure you were alright. He’d pull back for a moment, scanning your features and any exposed skin on your body.

“I’m fine, Joel. Stop worrying about me.”

Tucking his head into the space where your neck met your shoulder, he sighed. “I know, I know. I can’t.”

That was true, you knew it was. And it was sweet. And it was reason enough to keep him wrapped in your arms all night.

Sometimes he fucked you, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes, though, he fucked you raw and shaky and teary-eyed. It was always a surprise, but a welcome surprise, something that you could look forward to throughout the days in Jackson that tended to bleed together.

On one particular night, a few minutes past 10 o’clock, the front door knob turned, opened, and clicked shut in one swift motion. You came down the stairs to meet him, unbuttoning the cardigan you had thrown on over clothes. The expression on his face gave you pause for a moment. He was holding his left arm in an unnatural way, a little stiffened and sort of awkward. He looked exhausted and there was a pinch between his eyebrows.

You smoothed a hand over his bearded face and took the arm gently into your hand to examine it. His jacket had a slash through it and a mixture of dried and fresh blood had seeped into the fabric of his flannel beneath it. He pushed you away, instead curling his good arm around your lower back and pulling you in.

“What happened?”

He looked away from you, inhaling sharply as you twisted out of his embrace to examine his arm again. “Fucked around too much with an old hunter’s trap. Clipped me good. I’m fine.”

You smacked his shoulder before turning to gather supplies from the kitchen. A wet washcloth, soap, and a stash of bandages you took from the clinic. Look, these were hard times, and you had yourself to think of, too.

“You’re an idiot,” you said from the other room. “I thought you could’ve been bit. Why didn’t you go to the clinic? Someone should’ve been on staff. Who were you with?”

He came to take a seat at the kitchen table, a shuddery little sound escaping his throat as he shed his jacket and rolled up one sleeve. Ignoring all of your questions, he said, “Bit? I wouldn’t fuckin’ come here if that happened.”

You thought about that scenario and what it would entail for a brief moment before shutting it out of your mind. Joel was here, with you, mostly in one piece.

“You’re still an idiot.”

You sat down in the chair next to him and brought his arm up so that it was flush with the table. It wasn’t so bad, just a few punctures. The part that concerned you was where he had evidently pulled it out from the metal and the skin had snagged.

The moment you started dabbing at it with soapy water, he flinched and pulled back. “You don’t have to do this. I ain’t asking you to do this,” he clarified.

Ignoring him this time, you situated yourself to access the wound again, dabbing away the dried blood around his arm. “Well here I am, Joel. If you aren’t gonna take care of yourself, I’m happy to do it. Tommy would. Ellie would. You don’t go to them, though.”

You go to me.

You cleansed the jagged tears with fresh water and patted it dry. “What did you think was going to happen? You come here, I ignore the gaping hole in your arm, we fuck and then you leave?”

He sat back and his eyes were glued to the ceiling. “No. I don’t fuckin’ know, alright? Ellie’s a kid, and Tommy… I don’t know what I thought.”

He raised his voice and you stared at him. When he met your eyes again, they were tired and glassy.

“‘M sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I just–” He brought his good hand up to your face, his thumb gliding back and forth against your skin. “I ain’t gonna be a burden on you. You’re too young, y’shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

Shaking your head and fighting back tears, you unwound a long strip of bandages. “Shut up. What’s gotten into you? You can’t just say shit like that.”

“–if somethin’ happened to me, I wouldn’t want you to–”

“Jesus fucking christ, Joel, I said shut up.”

If something happened to Joel, you were pretty sure the world would stop. Nowadays, yours was so small to begin with. You couldn’t just forget about him. Pretend like none of this had ever happened. You couldn’t unfeel the way he touched you, or unhear his voice, or unsee his silhouette reflected in the constellations as he laid next to you at night.

Joel’s face faltered. “Hey. Hey, shh, c’mere.” He pulled you into him, disregarding the sting as he held you in his arms. “I’m just worn out, sweetheart. It ain’t you, It’s me.”

You just nodded. Your breathing synced up with his, and for a second, everything didn’t feel so heavy.

“I’m sorry.” You said into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t say sorry.” He rubbed his wide hand up and down your back. “You’ll still finish fixin’ me up?”

And you did. Of course you did. You wrapped the gash up in 20 year old gauze, kissed his forehead and made him promise he’d get it checked out in the morning. You both knew he wouldn’t, but he smiled and promised you anyway.

Such was the way of your promises to each other. You couldn’t guarantee anything, but you could pretend. At least while you were in each other's arms.

Joel could hear piano music pouring out from every edge and crack of your home when he came by to walk Ellie to dinner. It almost made him smile– there was a distinct shift between Ellie’s playing and your demonstration to her.

He listened for a while before finally knocking hard on the door. He heard Ellie shifting around, and then flinging the door open to greet him. “Hey, Joel, have you ever seen Star Wars? The music is super cool.”

He could see the sheet music entitled ‘Princess Leia’s Theme’ resting on the stand. Something twisted in his heart, something mournful and nostalgic, and he had to push it back down before it started hurting.

“Thanks for the lesson! Can I come tomorrow, too? I’ll forget all that by next week,” Ellie said, turning to face you once her shoes and coat had been tugged on.

You smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Sure, as long as Joel doesn’t mind me stealing you away again.”

Joel kept his eyes on Ellie. “It’s fine.”

Joel kept it curt with you, especially around her. You didn’t need to try to argue with his reasoning. A part of it hurt a little, if you were being honest. Your relationship was harmless. It would be even more harmless if the two of you weren’t sneaking around after dark like two teeagers. But you understood, as much as one could possibly understand Joel Miller.

“Good. See you then.”

Ellie still noticed. While the two of them walked away from your house after a successful session, she posed the question to Joel.

“Did something happen between you guys?” She kicked some snow up off the ground with the toe of her boot.

“No,” Joel replied.

“Then why’d you barely say anything to each other?”

He gave her a look, one that would signal to any other person to fuck off and stop prying, but she ignored it. “Don’t have to. You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah. I mean, it just seems like… pretty weird that you didn’t even say bye.” She went silent for a moment, mulling something over. “Does this have to do with that time you didn’t get me from Tommy’s? Or when I couldn’t find you at the stables? Or when–”

“–Stop yourself right there, Ellie, I’ve already answered too fuckin’ many of your questions,” he interjected.

That only made her grin. She laughed a little and smacked him in the shoulder. “Oh, man. Oh, this is good. You’re fucked. I totally know.”

“You don’t know anything,” and then, under his breath, “little shit.”

“Defensive and quiet? Fuckin’ hell, dude, you suck at this,” she said, laughing. “She’s too cool for you, man.”

Joel, trying his absolute best to fend off the smile at the corner of his lips, just shook his head.

“Shut up.”

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beansmack2021 · 2 months

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He Stayed (Pt. 2) (Platonic!Husk x Alastor's Daughter)

TW: Alastor being a dick, mentions of being chained

It might not be that good. Sorry

"Dad, I don't care! You've been following me around like a puppy dog all day! I don't want to talk to you!"

Alastor was insisting on trying to make ammends with his daughter, but she simply wasn't having it. He didn't get to walk out on her for seven years and then walk back into her life as he hadn't missed the better half of it.

"Y/N, dear, you're going to have to talk to me eventually. You can't ignore me for eternity."

"Watch me!"

Alastor was getting pissed, but he wouldn't show his full demon form. She was already angry with him, he didn't need to force her even further back into her shell. She'd come crawling back to him when she was ready, and then they'd be a happy family again. Just the two of them.

Images of Husker filling his position danced through his mind. Nope. Definitely not happy.

He disappeared into the shadows, reappearing in an abandoned hall in the hotel. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the winged cat demon stood before him.

"What the hell? Alastor, I was doing the dishes."

Alastor didn't give a rat's ass what he was doing.

"Husker, you're not to speak to my daughter any longer."

Husk tilted his head to one side, scoffing.

"You can't control her, Alastor. She wants to talk to me, that's her business. Lately, she seems to like me an awful lot more than she likes you, anyway."

"Maybe you didn't hear me properly." The room grew darker. Husk's chains glowed a bright green, and Alastor yanked on them. "You are not, under any circumstances to speak to my daughter. In case you've forgotten, I own you. If you decide to disobey me, I'll know. Rest assured, there will be repercussions."

"Dad!"

Alastor's head snapped to the side so quickly that he could've broken his neck. Y/N stood at the end of the hall, fists balled and eyes widened in surprise that quickly settled into anger.

"What the hell are you doing? Leave him alone!"

The chains disappeared from sight and Alastor leaned forward on his cane. "My dear, Husker and I were merely having a little chat. There's nothing to worry about."

"Save it. I heard everything. You really think you can keep us from talking to each other? You don't own me, last I checked. Frankly, I'd rather be eaten by the cannibals than belong to you anyway."

Ouch, that one stung. Alastor bristled. "Dear, I-"

"No. Enough. I don't care. You don't get to waltz back into my life and then try to keep the people who cared enough to stay out of it. If you'd kindly fuck off, I'd appreciate it."

She strode over to Husk, helping him stand and asked if he was okay. She glared at Alastor as they walked away.

"Come on, Husk. Charlie said tonight was family game night. You and I can be on a team."

Just like that, Alastor was left as alone as he'd been for nearly a decade. He'd pushed away the one person he'd tried to pull closer to him. He stared after her as she left, and then vanished into thin air, hiding himself away in his radio tower.

#hazbin husk #hazbin x reader #alastor #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin hotel x platonic reader #hazbin x platonic reader #platonic

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badasgirlfriend · 9 months

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Everything for you

pairing: draco malfoy x ravenclaw! fem oc

genre: angst

warnings: toxic relationship, jealosy, swearing, draco being a dick

a/n: i listened to i miss u im sorry while writing this, also this is my first draco imagine pls be nice :D

part 2?

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"Draco" the young ravenclaw yells as she chases her boyfriend. She calls out his name, begging him to stop and listen to her.

But Draco is faster than her and he is able to to keep running away. He's too overwhelmed and angry to even talk to her With everything that has been going on he wishes he could just disappear without ever being found. He continues to ignore his girlfriend's calls, her voice getting fainter as he escapes into the dark.

He finds himself near the room of requirement. He was furious, he slams his fist into the wall, hard. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the anger and jealousy he was feeling. Memories of what his friends said, of Potter flirting and dancing with his girlfriend play in Draco's mind.

"Mate, put a leash on your girlfriend. She couldn't keep her hands off Potter all night"

"They danced all night, even Slughorn thought they would make a good couple"

He thought Nott and Goyle could be lying, but why would they lie. He immediately went to the party Slughorn was holding, he wished that it was all bullshit but when he stepped in the room and saw Briar and Potter dancing, His Briar and Potter dancing and giggling, fucking giggling. He saw his girlfriend leaning and touching Potters cheek, was she going to kiss him...? He would never forget their faces when they saw him, their smiles faded so fast, it was like they got caught doing something.

He snaps out of it when he hears Briar's voice. Draco turns around to see her running towards him. She grabs his wrist before he leaves again. But Draco wasn't having any of this. He shakes Briar's hand off his wrist "What do you want"

Briar takes a step back shocked, Draco never acted like this towards her so this was new to the brunette. She didn't know what happened or what she did wrong to make him this upset.

One minute she was dancing and laughing at her friend's poor dancing and eavesdropping skills. He wanted to know what Ginny and her date were arguing over so him being nosy, he asked Briar to dance, and help him.

"What happened" she furrows her brows taking a good look at him. It has been two days since she last saw him, Briar didn't know if he was avoiding her or he was really busy with homework like Blaise told her. He looked tired and exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days. He had bags under his eyes and his face was too pale. Draco was clearly struggling with something, and Briar felt her heart breaking. All the curses she had wanted to say to him for avoiding her vanished "Are you sick Dray-" She wanted to hug and comfort him but when she went to hug him, he stepped back

"Don't.'

Briar looked at Draco with hurt and confusion on her face. This wasn't like him. Before she could say anything else he beats her to it

'How was the party, did you enjoy it?' his tone was cold and his face stern.

"The party was fine, I had a really good ti-"

"Oh I don't doubt that" he cut her off "Who wouldn't have, with Potter twirling you around whispering sweet things in your ear"

His words made Briar laugh. She couldn't believe what he had said and thought he must be joking "Yeah especially when he got on his knees and proposed to me" she jokes, but her laughter dies when she sees his face, he meant what he said.

Draco was stunned by her laughter. He thought she would be ashamed, but instead she laughed as if everything was a joke. He felt his anger growing "Im sure you wanted that"

"Draco wha-"

"After all he wants you-"

"What-"

"You want him, you'd make a good couple"

"What the hell are you talking about"

'You know damn well what the fuck Im talking about" Draco snapped, laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. Why was she acting so clueless. Why couldn't she see how much she had hurt him "You were all over him flir-"

"WHAT THE FUCK' Briar yells, she felt like she was going to explode. She was tired of the vague statements and the confusion "I don't fucking know a single thing you're making up'

The slytherin boy scoffs. he was losing control of what he was feeling. He couldn't stop thinking about all the times his girlfriend hung up with Harry, when they talked, laughed and everything.

'He deserves her' a voice says in his head 'He can protect her whereas you will only break and put her life in danger'

He didn't want to believe it, but, it was true. A knot forms on his throat. You don't deserve her, you don't deserve her, you don't deserve her

"Sorry for ruining your little party you can go back and continue making googly eyes at your precious Potter" he spits "Or maybe you'd rather be with Weasley.

Briar was taken aback at what Draco was saying. She had nothing going on with Harry they were close friends and Draco knew that, she told him from the start. He never accused her of being unfaithul during their two year relationship.

"Draco, I know you're not at your best right now, but this is hurting me" Briar says. She was trying to be understanding. She knew Draco wasn't himself, but his words hurt her. "Please don't say things you don't mean"

Draco completly ignored what she said, for once in his life he had something or rather someone Potter didn't have, Briar.

Not anymore.

"Fuck- why did you go with him" his voice broke "You know he's the only one who has something over him and you still went with him fucking hell Briar you played me well"

"We were just dancing, he-he wanted to know why Ginny and her boyfrie-"

"Stop lying you were about to kiss"

"Im not lying" she chokes up "Stop acting like a dick and listen, we weren't about to kiss, Harry doesn't even fucking like me Draco you know he's my closest friend"

Draco clicked his tounge shaking his head, he couldn't believe it, she was defending him

"Do you know what everyone was saying, that you look like a couple" Briar only stared at him with tears on her eyes, why wasn't he believing her "That you were all over him, he was all over you. That you fi- you finally got together"

Briars heart was shattering with every word her boyfriend was saying "Since when do you listen to the other people"

From the start he thinks to himself unwanted memories coming to him

'Did you hear Malfoy and Bianchi are dating"

'She can definitely do better"

"I was rooting for her and Harry man"

"I don't think they will last knowing his familys history and all"

"I thought she liked Harry"

"Why would she choose him, his family is full with death eaters, he's gonna become one sooner or later"

Yes why would she choose you Draco when she can have better

"Since my girlfriend’s name keeps getting mentioned with schools saint" he gets closer to her and sees the tears brimming in her eyes, he made her cry. "Who's next give me a hint, the Weaslys? You have options there, maybe Finnigan or my friend Zabini, huh? I wouldn't be surprised, you would go along with his mom, even share the list of the men you want to go after”

Briar felt like a little girl getting scolded by her mother, like she was in trouble for a mistake that she didn't realize she had made. After all she went through for him, did she deserve to be treated like this.

He looked at Briar and spoke through clenched teeth "Bloody hell I even went against my parents for you because you're a half blood, everything they believed in and everything they wanted, for you!"

Ouch

Draco knew he shouldn't have said those things. Blood status didn't matter to him he didn't say that because he believes it, he said that because he was angry and he wanted to hurt her. The blond boy didn't apologise or try to fix the damage he had caused. Instead, he just kept on with the attack.

If someone asked Briar who was the person standing in front of her, she would be at loss. This isn't the Draco she had fallen in love with. She didn't recognize him.

'Im not sorry" she says in a low voice, the anger and hurt appeared in her eyes as she gazed at him. She hit him on the chest "Im not sorry for dancing with my friend' hit "Im not sorry for being a halfblood" hit "Im not sorry for other people talking"

As she raised her fist to hit him again, he quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping in her tracks

"Stop" he said in a stern tone, his gaze steady and his grip firm

She didn't try to pull away her wrists, she simply stared at his eyes, blue met gray "But Im sorry for myself because I- don't deserve this"

"I've made so many sacrifices for you, given up so much for our relationship, because I love you. I've lost friends, I almost lost my relationship with my parents too. But all I wanted was to be with you, no matter the cost" she said her voice cracking and tears rolling down her cheeks and Draco wanted to do nothing more but wipe her tears.

"Yet you ruined everything" Draco's voice was cold and unfeeling, it cut through her like a knife "Like you always do"

"I didn't ruin shit" her voice was filled with anger and hurt, her hands were shaking as she grabbed him by the collar wrenching him closer to her, shouting in his face "This is all your doing, you're destroying us, because of your own insecurities"

"I could have accused you of cheating," she said, her tone still thick with emotion. "You've been so distant lately, leaving me to spend time with some other girl?"

Draco shook his head in disbelief unable to believe what she was saying, if she only knew what he was doing.

"I could have easily thought the worst," she continued, "Because you haven't even noticed that I haven't been around."

She took a shaky breath, and her eyes met his, "But I didn't, I never would."

Draco's jaw tightened as he met her gaze. He knew if he stayed more he would break down, so with that she pushed Briars hands and turned to leave.

"Draco" he stops in his track and closes his eyes at the sound of his name coming from her "Please let's talk and figure out this misunderstanding"

He thinks about it, he thinks of the aftermath and it doesn't look good on his head. It's better like this, for both of them.

Briar's chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her tears falling down her cheeks. "Draco," she said through her tears, "If you leave now, it's over for us."

Draco's head was buzzing with thoughts, his emotions in turmoil. A voice in the back of his mind told him that he wasn't good enough for her, that she deserved better. She deserved someone who shared the same beliefs and values, someone who can support her in the way she deserves it. A death eater can't do that, so to protect her he chose to leave without sparing a glance at her.

A pang of heartbreak hit Briar as she watched Draco leave, her eyes blurry with tears as she tried to hold back her emotions. But then, as he disappeared out the door, the dam of tears broke and she crumpled to the ground, her face buried in her palms as she sobbed uncontrollably. As the tears fell down her cheeks, she felt a deep fear of abandonment welling up inside her.

"I didn't cheat on you, why won't you believe me," she sobbed softly, her voice trembling as she felt utterly alone. "I didn't do anything…"

For a moment, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe Draco would come back, maybe she would be able to explain things to him again. But the thought was quickly snatched away. Nobody was there to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right. Nobody cared.

She could hear the muffled voices of two voices arguing nearby. One voice, was sweet and gentle, while the other voice, husky but soothing. They were both very recognizable, even if she couldn't make out their words clearly.

"How in the bloody hell are we gonna find her in this bloody massive castle Granger, not very smart of you?"

"Will you stop Parkinson, she's somewhere here. Let's just look"

"There"

"3..2..1.. Happy birthday to you happy birthday dear Bria- Briar what happened" it was Pansy her best friend who immediatly went to her side, Hermione behind her trying not to trip and fall with the cake they had made for her.

Pansy took Briar's face in her hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle touch. Hermione took Briar's hand in hers, her eyes filling with tears seeing her best friend in such a state. Briar didn't say anything, she knew that if she said something right know she would end up worse Hermione and Pansy wrapped their arms around Briar tightly, their hug comforting and supportive.

It was clear that they both cared about her, and they weren't going to leave her alone to suffer. Even though it hurt to see her like this, they were trying to be strong for her, and their hugs offered a calming presence and comfort. They gave each other a worried look as they held their best friend bclose, each of them worrying about how much pain Briar must be in. But they both agreed to be there for her, no matter what.

Briar's tears continued to fall down her cheeks, but she hugged her two friends back tightly. It felt nice to have their support, and she appreciated how they were there for her in her time of need.

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin - A day at the beach

The sun was beaming down brightly, and Ben had a wonderful day on the beach. He was on vacation and here with some friends. Being the only single in their social group, Ben often felt like the fifth wheel, but he didn't mind that. While the other guys were out with their girlfriends in the city, window shopping or sightseeing, Ben could just lay on his towel, soak up some rays and watch people going by - especially girls of course. There were a lot of beautiful girls here and at some times, Ben considered hitting on one of them, but the truth was that he was just too lazy. So instead, he enjoyed watching the ladies walking by while thinking about how hot they are.

Of course, there were also other men on the beach, for example the one not too far from him, sitting under a parasol and reading a book, while simultaneously looking at his phone. It probably wouldn't hurt that guy to get out of the shade and soak up some sun, Ben thought, considering how pale he looked.

Jason, the guy in question, was trying hard to relax, he really was. But neither reading nor browsing the occasional meme site really helped. Sure, he had his peace and quiet here, but he found himself watching the time pass, bringing him closer and closer to the end of his day off. Both off work (which he hated) and away from his wife (which he ha... found difficult at times). He sighed. He was already in his 40s and it felt like most of his life story had already been written. He was married, had no kids, worked in a dead-end public service job and each day was like the next. If he somehow had the chance to start over again, he would probably do things differently. Like, not marrying so early. He grimaced, as he saw another message from his wife dinging into his phone, checking up on him.

He put the phone down in the sand besides him, deciding not to answer. That would probably be a bad idea coming back to him this evening, but at least for now it gave him so much needed peace of mind. As he put down the phone however, he noticed a small object half buried in the sand. A small coin, glittering in the sunlight. He would need to have a closer look later, he decided and pocketed it.

Immediately, the coin vanished while still in his hand. Jason didn't have much time to think about it though, as not only the coin vanished but also his shorts, t-shirt and book, leaving him completely naked from one second to the other on his chair. What was happening?!

Ben had just looked at another lady walking by. As he looked back to the reading guy, he had to take a double take. He had barely looked away for a few seconds, but now the guy had undressed and was now completely nude!

Ben was not gay, but he was certain enough in his sexuality to recognize a good looking man. This was definitely not one of them. His skin was pale, he had literally no definition, a small belly and a tiny dick. Regardless, he found himself standing up and walking over.

"Dude! This isn't a nudist beach. Nobody wants to see that!" Ben said loudly, pointing at the man's crotch. The guy jumped up and covered himself with his hands, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what happened, I just..." stammered Jason. "I'm so sorry."

"Are you having a boner? What are you, some kind of pervert?!" Despite his disgust, Ben stepped even closer to the guy, violating his personal space now. He didn't know why he did that, but he just did. He also wasn't sure why he was so hard on the other man, who looked really embarrassed.

"I... do?" Jason asked, lifting his hands from his crotch, revealing his indeed stiff dick. "I'm so sorry! I..."

Something changed in Jasons head, forcing him to end the sentence different from what he intended. "I need to do something about that."

It wasn't Jason who was in control, but it was like an outside force had taken control of his arms now, grabbing the surprised Ben roughly at the head and pushing him down to his crotch. With a rough push of his hips, Jason shoved his cock inside Ben's mouth. Ben gasped for air and tried to pull away, but it was like his body refused to obey him. All he could manage was to keep his lips closed around the shaft of the other man's penis, sucking and licking it without hesitation.

Jason moaned and grabbed Ben's hair with both hands, pulling him harder onto his cock. Ben struggled against him but couldn't break free. His body seemed to move on its own. His face flushed red from exertion, a color that would not go away again.

Meanwhile, while he thrust his cock into the unknown other man's face, Jason felt like he shed away years with each thrust. His body felt more and more energetic and younger, regaining flexibility and developing new strength. Strength that he had never had in his entire life.

His belly retracted into his body, leaving behind only well-defined abs.

Ben was feeling weak. He had less and less power to resist the handling of the changing man in front of him, both physically and mentally. He didn't want this to happen, but it just happened. He looked down at his own body. The skin was lobster-red now, and he had shrunk considerably. Hadn't it been for the other man, who pressed his face to the groin, Ben would actually fall down, so short was he now. His feet didn't touch the ground anymore and his body was swinging between the other guy's legs like a pendulum with each thrust.

Ben was afraid and tried to cling to Jasons hips as best as he could. His arms didn't reach around the midsection of the gigantic body anymore, but at least this way, he felt a bit more secured against falling down, if the other man got tired of violating him.

Jason felt better and better. It was a beautiful day, and the corner of the beach was secluded enough that not too many people saw him as he handled his very large cock through the face of... Jason shook his head, as he watched his skin darken to a rich dark brown tone. His hair became a very short buzz cut and his face became square and masculine. The face of... No. What face? Jabari felt confused, and brought his other hand down as well, smoothing the flap of fabric hanging down from his crotch like a loincloth and drawing it in between his legs until it connected to the waistband on the other side.

Ben, no, the speedo, could hear his owner moan loudly, as the large black cock contained in its pouch pulsed and fed him his cum. The part that was still Ben was horrified of what had happened to him, but there was another part, which was nothing more than an object. A speedo, worn by Jabari, the beach life guard.

Jabari didn't hide the fact that he was gay, and sometimes, there were just too many hot guys on the beach, and he needed release. Fuck it if anyone saw him. He knew fair well that his hot chocolate body was what brought a lot of girls and guys to the beach, so he really didn't care about some indecency. Besides, he had been wearing his red speedo the whole time, so technically, he hadn't actually exposed himself.

If you liked this story, there is a good chance, you might enjoy the other "coin"-stories!

#inanimate transformation #two sides of the same coin #speedo #middle aged to young adult #male transformation #racial transformation

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marleyybluu · 2 years

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Summary: Nia and Oscar celebrate graduating college. Pairings: Oscar Diaz x black! OC, poc! OC Warnings: Smut with a little bit of plot, swearing, oral (f receiving), creampie, raw (but wrap that shit up irl pls lol) Word count:1.7k side note: I was high when I wrote this so excuse any misspells, or sentences that don't make sense.

"Mmm, I'm so proud of you baby." Nia purred in her young lover's ear. Fresh out of college, the young couple were out on their own starting their adult lives. Well at least planning to. But for now, they were still young and stupid and in love. Oscar wasn't one for parties other than his own, but Nia convinced him to come to a little graduation party one of her friends was having.

She sat on his lap playing with the buttons on the black dress shirt that she bought him for the party after graduation. With a mixture of various liquors and THC, she was riled up and ready to go back to her place knowing her sister would be at her own boyfriend's spot.

Her sloppy kisses covered the Santos tattoo on his neck. "I'm proud of you too, Mi amor." He mumbled fixing himself from his uncomfortable erection. Nia purposefully ran her hand up his leg gently passing his bulge and up his torso. "Let's go home. To my home. My sister's not there." The music may have been loud but Oscar heard that loud and clear. They said bye to the few friends they came with and vanished from the party. The two got inside his cherry red Impala and headed off to Nia's house.

"I can not believe we graduated college."

"You didn't think we would? You're a nerd."

She laughed. "So are you."

Oscar sucked his teeth rolling his eyes at her. Nia giggled reaching between his legs but his hand grabbed her wrist and she gasped. "I'm not trynna crash the car."

She slid out of his grip proceeding with caution but she knew he'd give in. "I'm sorry baby." He hummed feeling her plump lips on his warm cheek. "Te Quiero." I love you. She whispered. "Yo Tambien te amo."I love you too. He whispered back. She smiled warmly and sat back in her seat letting her high just ride out. The car ride was a comfortable silence, Nia was close to falling asleep but awoke once she felt that turn letting her know she was home.

The young woman dug in her purse for her keys successfully finding them and walked out of the car to the front door leaving Oscar behind. He shook his head watching her stumble through the door. "You're never drinking again." He laughed closing it behind them. "Don't challenge me." She shouted from the bedroom taking off her earrings and other jewelry. Oscar invited himself inside as he did on many occasions sitting down on her soft mattress. Nia could feel those lustful and curious eyes bore into her backside.

She purposefully bent over in her short dress, a bit of her thong peeking at him. She quietly laughed to herself turning on her speaker and putting on some Jill Scott, He Loves Me (Lyzel in E Flat), to be exact. Nia finally turned to face him, he was devouring her with his eyes and she suddenly felt shy. She tip-toed over to him settling her stance between his legs. Oscar didn't waste a second touching her bare skin, squeezing her pillow-soft thighs.

He lifted up the bottom of her dress bunching it around her hips, he pressed his lips against her lower stomach, his fingers tracing the outline of her lacy panties. "This is killing me." She began to whine but he smacked her ass cutting her complaints off. She was high and horny, she didn't even want the foreplay, just wanted some dick but he loved torturing her when she was like this.

Her panties were now pooled around her feet. Oscar groaned at the glistening view of her pussy, he picked her up switching their positions, she giggled when her back hit the sheets, and he placed his hands beside her head. He leaned down to her lips until he could feel her warm breath on his own, when she went to close the gap he moved to her jaw. He teased her knowing how much she loved to kiss, if you left it up to her she'd kiss him all day with no breaks. "You are so unfair."

Her boyfriend pulled down the top of her dress allowing her breasts to spill out, his mouth instantly attaching to one while his hand played with the other. Nia could feel herself leaking for him, aching for him to play with her pussy. "Please, baby." She begged, quickly turning into a groan when she felt him smirk against her torso. He decided to stop dragging her through the mud and give her what she wanted.

Oscar gently dragged his two fingers down her soaking slit, her breathing shuttered and the little contact. "Pretty ass fucking pussy." He mumbled slipping his tongue between her folds, her thighs almost closing around his head, he held her legs down as he toyed with her clit-- the licking, the sucking, his involuntary had her writhing under him.

"Fuck, oohh yes." Her angelic moans filled his ears, he took one of his hands away from her leg slowly circling her hole before gently sliding it in, a gasp sounded from her parted lips enjoying the extra sensation.

She found his mouth and fingers combo was dangerous, it would have her running all the time. Her nails gripped onto the red sheets, and her back slowly arched. "Oscar, oh, please! I'm gonna cum."

He slipped in another finger and her eyes disappeared inside her skull, she pulled her body back but he was quick to tug her into him. She couldn't fight it, she was creaming all over his fingers and down his chin. Nia's hand fell on top of his head pushing him back, she couldn't take anymore. "Oooh, wait, fuck!" Oscar removed his mouth placing it under her belly button piercing. He slowly took out his fingers bringing them up to his lips so he could suck off her juices.

"You so nasty." She blushed hiding behind her hands, he moved from between her legs and unbuttoned his dress shirt all the way down and slid it off, his pants were next to go. Nia sighed seeing his dick spring out of his boxers, she was becoming slick all over again. He went back on top of her smooching from her forehead, down her nose and finally her lips, he flinched feeling her nails run down his sides. Oscar pushed his hips forward sliding his cock in between her folds feeling how wet she had become.

Nia moaned against his lips cupping his face lovingly, wanting to pull his in as if they could get any closer. He continued teasing her, sliding back and forth until she had enough. The desperate girl reached down between them gently grabbing him and guiding him inside her. They both moaned at the feeling. They've felt it a hundred times over but it would never get old.

Oscar buried his head in the crook of her neck, clashing their hips together with every thrust. The constant moans in his ear, the praise she spoke, "You feel so good daddy, so fucking good." She was so gushy, overflowing with pleasure. Nia wrapped her legs around his waist her heels digging into his cheeks hoping he'd get the message to go deeper, and he did. "That's what you want? Hm?"

He pulled out and slid back in as deep as he was before, he didn't move too busy admiring her various love faces. "Right there."

"Right there?" He thrust inside her again maintaining a not too slow but not too fast pace. Nia let out a cry quickly planting her hand on his lower stomach she was regretting her words already. "Move it." He ordered. "But baby-"

"Move. It."

Nia pouted pulling it back, he continued his bumping and grinding, and he hissed feeling her get wetter and wetter, convulsing around him in the process. "You wanna cum again mamita?"

"Yes, please, fuck yes!" Oscar chuckled pulling all the way out and telling her to turn around, she closed her legs looking for friction to get her where she wanted to be, he smacked her thigh and repeated his instructions.

He watched as she slowly turned around, he smirked seeing his name on the back of her right shoulder. His girlfriend pushed back on him craving him back inside her, she hissed feeling a sting on her skin. Oscar closed his eyes feeling her warmth wrapped around him once again, Nia couldn't wait and drove her hips back and forth.

He leaned over grabbing her braids and pulling her hair, making sure he was right next to her ear. "You're so fucking pretty when you fuck yourself on me." He slapped her thigh before matching her beat, slowly getting faster and faster to the point where she couldn't do anything but take it.

"Oscar! Oh! I ca- I'm gonna cuuu-" Nia felt her body still her hands tugging in the messy sheets, he knew she was cumming on him, nothing but strangled moans came from her throat. Soon his own high was catching up to him pushing himself deep before burying his seed inside her, she giggled feeling his hot liquid inside. He stayed inside until he felt like he was good and empty.

"Shit." He huffed laying next to her. "Mmm, you know if I end up pregnant I'm gonna trap you right?"

Oscar snorted draping his arm over her. "Good." He said kissing her shoulder.

It was a long night and a long night became what felt like a short morning. Nia couldn't believe she was hearing birds chirping already, the sun already burning her eyelids, she could feel an empty space next to her and immediately pouted. "Where are you going?" She asked hearing him put on his belt.

"Got shit to take care of."

"Mmm, why can't you just stay for like two more minutes?"

Oscar playfully smacked her bum. "One day I'll be able to when we get the fuck up out of Freeridge. I'll see you tonight?"

She nodded refusing to open her eyes. "Come back to me in one piece, please?"

He pressed a longing kiss on her head before whispering. "I always do."

I just felt like writing something nasty and short I don't know. I'll be posting Problem part 2 soon, I might name it something else I don't know yet.

Making a masterlist soon, bout to start organizing this shit.

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arkhamsrevenge · 7 months

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Season of the Witch

Jason, with the whole Arkham Knight thing over is at the manor recovering from the torture and trauma. One day he meets someone that might understand him more than he could ever realize.

“Where is it?” A young woman appeared in the middle of the Batcave. Bruce, still in his cowl, turned to you. “Where is my limited edition signed copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein in mint condition?” He knew this would be a gamble. This woman is a witch of the most dangerous sort. Dark longhorns protruded out of your pale forehead. She was seething. Her eyes started to glow green. “I will destroy this place. Where do you get off stealing from-”

“Here.” A quiet voice from behind you calls your attention away from the Batman. A VERY large man stood behind her offering the book to you. “I wondered where he got this.” The woman became calmer once seeing her book was safe. Your eyes stopped glowing as you approached the person holding your book out to you. The man holding your book was handsome, but scarred. Not just physically but mentally as well, you felt turmoil and pain in his presents. She takes the book and nods her head. “Thank you.” He nods and shrinks back into the shadows then listens as his footsteps leave the cave and enter the manner.

“That’s my son Jason.” You turned back to Bruce now showing his face.

“Cool. Take my shit again and I’ll destroy this place. Got it?” Her eyes turned green again with warning.

And with that you vanished.

A couple days later Dick found himself walking into a small fabric store in downtown Gotham. It was run by no one other than the witch, who isn’t happy with his adopted father at the moment. Jason actually agreed to leave the house and tag along with him.

“Hey Little Wing, I’m going to check in on a friend. She runs a fabric stop downtown. Wanna come?” Jason looked up from his Jane Austin book and originally shook his head. Jason had been locked away and cut off since he abandoned the Arkham Knight persona and moved back into the manor. Dick remembers Bruce bringing him home. At first Dick didn't recognize Jason until Bruce told him. He and Alfred stayed awake for days looking after Jason. It took 4 months for Jason to look at Dick and Bruce. It took at least another 3 months before Jason started to speak in general. He still doesn’t speak all that much but at least he’s willing to leave the mansion sometimes when prompted. Dick told Jason that the witch he met yesterday would be there as she owns the shop. It took a little more convincing before Jason said yes to coming with him.

“Spooky I’m back!” Jason’s eyes almost popped out of his head as the witch he saw yesterday but you didn’t look like yourself. You had no horns. He felt disappointed as he liked your horns. In Jason’s eyes you shouldn’t have to hide yourself but know why you did.

“Uh Grayson, go away I’m busy this week and don't have time to- oh, Jason hello.” Jason nodded again at the women in front of him. “Grayson piss off.” She growls. “I don’t have time to “whip up” something for you because you and whoever are in an argument or you forgot a birthday or anniversary gift for someone. I have too many customers for that this week.” The witch said tidying up your shop. “Aw come on Spooks, don’t be like that! I always pay well.” Jason elbowed his older brother for being dense.

“That’s not the point dickhead.” He mumbled.

“You just want someone to talk to about books. Bruce told me he heard you talking to Alfred about how impressed you were with the quality of her mint condition-”

“Can it!” Jason growled.

“Huh…. well as of right now you, Dick, and Bruce are now allowed in or around my shop. He took my shit and you only come in when you need something and it pisses me off.” Grayson’s cheek got red as he realized what he had done to his friend. “But Jason?” She called turning back to the brothers. “You can come in anytime. I would love to talk about literature with you.”

“What’s your name?” Jason asked flat toned.

“Y/N L/N.” You answer. Jason nods again. “If you’d like to meet me at the bookshop across the way tomorrow, I’ll show you some of my favorite books.” Jason again nods and leaves with Grayson. Back at the manor, Dick enthusiastically told Bruce what had happened.

“You were right. They took to each other immediately. But we aren’t welcome back for a while.” Bruce only chuckled.

“I figured.”

Jason woke up that morning and actually wanted to get up out of bed. He took a shower, brushed his teeth and headed downstairs feeling proud that he was able to complete those tasks. Some days he doesn't want to get out of bed, some days he doesn’t want to leave his room but today was different.

“WOW! UP BEFORE 12!?! AMAZING!” Dick teased. Jason felt annoyance flare up inside him.

“Master Grayson!” Alfred scolded. “Master Todd is excited about his day and you will do well to support him today.” Dick pouted like a three year old and muttered an apology. Jason nodded to Alfred then headed out the door. Jason was surprised to see that you were already waiting for him at the book shop. You had two cups in your hand. Panic started to bubble up in Jason, he hoped you weren’t a coffee drinker. Caffeine does not mesh well with his anxiety.

“Good Morning Jason, I got you some herbal tea. Got one for myself too.” She said in a monotone voice. “If you don’t want it, just say so, no feelings will be hurt. I’ll drink both.” Jason started to calm. He nodded and reached for the tea. He wanted to thank her but words fought him. She didn’t take a second thought and led him inside.

“Hello Felix, hello Sasha.” She greeted the people behind the counter. “Hello Darling!” Sasha said excitedly, hugging you. “How are you? Who is this?” Jason swallowed and opened his mouth.

“This is Jason. He and I are going to be here for a bit.” Sasha blinked and smiled.

“I’ll close! This way you can be yourself.”Sasha gasped and looked at Jason. “I-uh.”

“He knows Sash. Don’t worry.” Jason breathed in and out. You were taking care of everything and didn’t even know it. Jason started to feel weirdly safe until he realized Felix was staring daggers into him.

“Felix?” Sasha called. The man broke eye contact with Jason and turned to Sasha. “Come on love! Say hello!” Jason was very good at reading people and he could tell right away that Felix had a thing for you but for some reason he is with Sasha. Felix put on a good face and stretched out his hand to Jason when he caught s glimpse of the scarred up skin on Jason’s hand.

“Dude…was your hand ran through a shre-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you eat your tongue.” You sneer, eyes starting to glow. Felix dropped back. Sasha turned to her boyfriend and scolded him then closed the blinds. Once they signaled that they were good, you turned back into the horned witch Jason met two days earlier. “The horns scare the locals. One time a mob wanted to burn me alive cause they thought I was the devil.” Jason nodded his head. You saw his eyes become soft as if he wanted to apologize for others behavior. You waved him off and took his hand. Jason was about to pull back as he didn’t want you to feel his rough hands. Immediately you dropped his hand. “Sorry, I should have asked first. Is it OK if I take your hand?” Jason nodded but still felt uncomfortable. “No it’s not. That’s OK. Come, I want to show you something.” Jason didn’t know how she was guessing his emotions and feelings then realized, you're a witch. Duh. Wait. You can feel it, feel everything he’s feeling. The pain, panic, rage…calm. Felix then put a hand on your shoulder to which you jumped back and hissed in pain.

“Felix!” Sasha gasped. “Your ring is made of iron! That burns her remember?” Felix looked like he was the one who got hurt and stepped back. You look at your shoulder, a burn mark has formed but quickly healed up. Jason’s eyes caught yours.

"Sorry." Felix mumbled then went back behind the register.

“I’m good.” You reassure him. “ Come on.” Jason nodded and followed you to the back of the library. You looked back and relieved a glass case that had an original Jane Austin manuscript. Jason’s eyes lit up. You felt yourself smile a little, seeing him excited over something you feel light. Jason looked at the manuscript in aw. “Do you wanna look at it closer?” Jason’s head snapped to you. His heart started to race. With a lift of her hand, you made the book float out of the case and hover in front of Jason. “I can flip through it if you want. Obviously, I can’t let you hold it.” Jason watched as the pages flipped, seeing Jane Austin’s notes and thought about her story. Once the book was placed back in its case Jason and Y/N spent the day looking through books and giving their opinions on them.

Jason was in a good mood when he returned to the manner. He didn’t feel like souring his good mood so he tried to sneak back up to his room. Once he closed the door and turned around the light clicked on. Dick had been waiting for him.

“You spent all day with Spooks and you thought I was gonna let that go?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Come ON! Tell me what happened!” Dick sounded like a teenage boy who's never been around a woman before trying to get this brother who is a stud to tell him the mysteries of the women. Jason shook his head and grabbed his book. “We went to the bookstore.” He said casually.

“For 8 hours?!” Dick asked. Jason flinched at Dick’s loudness. You had been soft spoken when talking to him, so accommodating but that’s because you are a witch. You feel things very deeply than most. Jason smiled as he felt something in him start to heal, slightly. All he knew was, you were going to pick him up tomorrow after your shop closed and take him to an apothecary. Whatever that was, Jason was just happy he found someone like him but instead of causing destruction, heals. Suddenly dread started to bubble in him, he destroyed almost everything he touches…what if.

“Don’t.” Dick’s voice broke through Jason’s thoughts. “Don’t get in your head. Remember the feeling she gave you.” Jason’s eyes squinted, not happy that Dick was able to read his mind so well. “Look, I've known Spooks for a long time. When we first met, she lost control of her power because someone close to her cut her wings off and did other harmful things. Jason felt like cold water was poured on him. “She…never really recovered from that. For years, she went around killing a lot of uh...people…who....” Jason knew what Dick was doing. He was trying to censor things so Jason wouldn’t get triggered. “It’s not your story to tell, so don’t tell it. Dick nodded then patted Jason’s leg leaving him with his thoughts.

It was a bad day. Jason couldn’t move and everything hurt. His body ached as the weather changed and hurt his joints. His head was foggy and pounding, yet he wanted to get up and see you. Would you hate him if he cancelled? Jason couldn’t even focus on one thing before slipping unconscious. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep but while later his scenes came back, his body wasn’t aching as much, his head was less foggy and a dull headache was all that remained. Jason opened his eyes to see candles around his room, the smell of lilac and vanilla was faint but comforting. He started to sit up when he caught someone walking in with a metal tray. He knew it was tea as Alfred often carried tea in for Jason on his bad days. Which is why his breath stopped when the person who walked in spoke.

“Oh good you’re up.” Jason snapped his head to the voice. It was you, horns and all. You’re here? Why? He tried to speak but still didn’t have the strength. “Don’t even try. You’ve been out for most of the day. Your body is still not 100%. I made tea though, it should help with the pain.” Jason’s brow furrowed as you helped him sit up. Once the pillow was propped against Jason’s back, you brought the tea over. “It’s a compilation of Vervain, turmeric and honey.” Jason blinked. Where the hell do you get your tea. “You should feel special. I don’t make tea from scratch for just anyone.” Surprisingly he huffed a small laugh out.

“You…made…” You nodded. “Sure did. Vervain is to help you sleep and the turmeric is for the pain. Honestly, I don't like prescription grade stuff honestly.” You say handing him the cup only to see his hands shaking. “Are you strong enough to hold it?” Jason nodded, not wanting to feel weak. He took the tea from you and got as far as his chin before his hands gave out, yet no pain came. Instead Jason opened his eyes to see the cup and tea surrounded in a green light. The cup turned upright and the tea placed itself back in. Jason turned to you, your hand was up controlling the cup. “It was a good effort.” You say matter-of-factually. The cup set itself down on the bedside table. Though his joints creaked, his heart started to warm him.

“Thanks.” Jason finally got out. You waved him off.

“I wanted to show you my apothecary didn’t I? All the herbs that’s in your tea I got.” Jason nodded. A question still lingered. He didn’t ask but wanted to know so bad.

“Did you…make me feel better?” He asked. “No.” You said flatly. “I don’t use magic on unconscious people unless I 1. Know them well or 2 life threatening.” Jason tried to hide the relief on his face. “I’m not going to make you uncomfortable.” You say in a soft voice. Dick’s voice entered Jason’s head and he found himself wanting to ask you about your past. But for today, he just wanted to be in your company.

It took three days for Jason to fully recover from his episode but after a couple weeks he was with you at your sewing shop helping you restock.

“You have a lot of fabric that you sold.” He said, picking up tons of boxes with ease.

“Prom season is upon us.” You say. “A lot of rich parents want a one of a kind dress for their spoiled brats.” Jason laughs. You’re funny, you make him laugh and he feels safe with you. He hopes you feel the same with him as these past few weeks. You’re a nice friend for him to have and you seem to be liking him too since Dick and Bruce were still not allowed in or around the shop. “Ah.” The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had ordered Belly Burgers for delivery as you both don't like socializing. Unsurprisingly, you knew his order for Belly Burger. Jason went home that day with a weird feeling in his stomach. He noticed it when you offered to drive him home.

We can take my bike.” You had said. Jason half expected an actual bike instead of a badass motorcycle. Jason then showed you his bike and proposed a race jokingly but instead ended up racing with you through the streets of Gotham. When he got back to the manor, Jason felt happy for the first time in a long time. You had made him feel like a person again and he actually enjoyed himself with another person. Jason made his way up to his room and opened the door. He made his way to his bed, put his things down and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“How’d your date go?” Jason rolled his eyes and turned to his other brother, Tim who was dating Barbra. “What? I can’t ask?”

“It wasn’t a date.” Jason mumbled brushing his teeth. Tim smirked in the door frame.

“Then why aren’t you calling me names right now?” Tim said, leaning against the frame.

“Because he’s in a good mood.” Barbra chimed in, standing by Tim. “Why doesn’t everyone cram into the bathroom?” Jason grumbled, spitting out this toothpaste. Tim and Barbra laughed. “It’s nice to see you happy Jason.” Jason whipped his mouth and faced the two not knowing what to say to that so he just nodded. With that, Tim and Barbra left so Jason could head to sleep. He didn’t know what he’d see you next but couldn’t wait till he could.

The Joker had escaped from Arkham again and to top it all off, he went on a rampage blowing up buildings and yours was caught in the crossfire. No one could get a hold of you. Jason couldn’t get a hold of you. Panic was rising in him quickly as he watched the news report in the Batcave. No one had been found in the wreckage yet.

“Any sign of her?” Dick asked. Bruce shook his head. Jason felt his temper rising.

“After everything he did to me,” Jason growled. “You let him live and look at what he’s done yet again.” Jason’s voice started to rise. Tim and Barbra looked at each other while Dick stood between Jason and Bruce.

“Jason I-” Bruce didn’t have time to finish. A portal opened up in the Batcave and a body dropped out. It was you but you were moving very slowly as if you were hurt. Jason raced over to you.

“Where have you been? You weren’t answering your phone I thought…” He trailed off.

“Sorry.” You sounded in pain. “I was busy getting shot.” You revealed a bullet hole in your shoulder, a bullet was still in. “Felix decided to confess, broke up with Sasha,” You took a breath and continued while Alfred started to sit down and prepare to get the bullet out. “I rejected him and he got mad.” Jason pulled you up carefully, holding you so your back was against his front. Helping Alfred get a better angle of the bullet. Meanwhile, Jason was thinking of eight ways to kill Felix. “He’s dead.” You assured Jason. Bruce’s head snapped towards you. “Relax Holier than Thou, he died when my shop collapsed.”

“I don’t understand.” Dick started crouching down to your level. “Why aren’t you healing instantly?” You didn’t really feel like talking anymore. Your head was swimming and you were getting weaker.

“Iron bullet.” Jason guessed. You nodded. Finally, Alfred got the bullet out and your skin pulled itself together. You exhaled fully and focused on getting your breathing back to normal.

“Thank you.” You breathed looking at Alfred.

“Of course miss.” Jason shifted behind you, thinking he was going to help you up, you started to move until he stopped you.

“Hold on.” You then felt one of his arms under your legs while the other supported your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a little uncomfortable with the closeness but that was because you were weak and couldn’t defend yourself at a moment's notice. “Relax. I’m just taking you upstairs. You’re gonna need a couple hours to recover.” Dick’s mouth dropped. This witch, the same witch that threatened Batman a couple months ago, wasn't protesting when Jason was holding her. Carrying her. He couldn’t believe it. Jason made his way to him room, carrying you up many grand staircases.

“Ya know I could have walked up myself if you just waited 30 minutes.” You muttered trying not to blush.

“Yeah but you look like you were going to pass out, so I figured you could pass out on a comfortable bed.” Jason answered. You hummed. “You’ll be sleeping in my room, I wanna keep an eye on you for the next couple hours.” Your head snapped toward Jason who laughed at your reaction. “Do you think I’m the type to take advantage of someone weaker?” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not why I reacted that way, you moron.” You mumbled. “This is just weird for me.” “What? Someone carrying you?”

“Someone caring.” Jason stopped and looked into your eyes. Once again words escaped him so he continued to carry on to his bedroom. Once he got in, he placed you on the bed and closed the bedroom door.

“I like my privacy.” He said turning to you. You were looking at his book collection. “Which one are you looking at?”

“The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” You say. Jason pulled the book off the shelf and made his way over to you.

“Get comfortable.” Jason said. You raised an eyebrow. “Just…do it.” You got comfortable on Jason’s bed. He sits next to you and opens the book.

“You’re going to read to me?” You ask. Jason nodded. “Why?” You ask looking down. Jason swallowed.

“I care.” You look back at him, but he was already flipping to the first chapter. Jason doesn’t know what chapter you fell asleep on, but he woke up the next morning cuddling you. His arms were around your waist keeping you close. Jason smiled to himself, but then remembered who he was and shot up in bed startling you.

“What?!” You asked. Jason shook his head. “Nothing…bad dream.” You nodded.

“Do you-?

“Want breakfast?” He interrupted scrambling out of bed. “Uh sure.” With that Jason was out the door leaving you very confused.

You teleported down to the kitchen, already changed in new clothes.

“Good morning Spooks! You staying over again tonight?” You opened your mouth to answer but Jason again interrupted you.

“No. She’s leaving after breakfast.” Dick looked between the two of you looking just as confused as you are. “Oh uh…where are you going to stay?” Tim asks.

“At my apartment.” You answer. Barbra gasps. “YOU HAVE AN APARTMENT?” You nod.

“Did you think I lived at my shop?” Tim nodded.

Breakfast was silent and odd as no one could understand why Jason was acting so distant now. You had your suspicions but didn't say anything. When it was time to leave you said thank you to Alfred and Bruce again for helping you. Alfred then gave you tubs of some easy reheat meals for you to take home. Knowing better, you didn’t refuse. You sent them back to your house via magic of course, as Jason walked you outside. Once you crossed the threshold to the outside, your horns disappeared not wanting to draw too much attention.

“I’ll drive you home.” Jason said, throwing you a helmet. You caught it then, got on Jason’s motorcycle. You wrap your arms around his waist, noticing he was pulling away slightly, still you didn’t say anything. It was a long awkward drive to your apartment and it didn’t get better when you got off the bike. You open your mouth to say goodbye when Jason speaks first.

“I don’t think we should see each other for a while.” You hum. “OK.” You answer turning away and making your way up the stairs that lead to your porch. Jason grabbed your arm.

“OK? That's all you have to say? You’re not mad?” You sighed and turned back to Jason who was the confused one. “I told you. I’m not going to make you uncomfortable.” Jason let go of your arm and watched you as you disappeared into your apartment. What he didn’t see were the tears running down your face when you closed the door. He cares, huh? You swallow the lump in your throat and the tears fall rapidly.

“Y/N?” Jason didn’t even try to cover the worry in his voice from the other side of the door. “I know what I said last time hurt you but Dick’s been freaking you cause you haven't been answering him.” No answer again. It’s a lie. Dick wasn’t worried, Jason was. You hadn’t contacted him since he dropped you off at your apartment. It had been a month and Jason just wanted to give you space hoping you’d reach out. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, pride was always going to be his downfall. He started going out with Dick and Bruce on patrol again, even took up a vigilante name, Red Hood. Jason did try to track you down when he was on patrol but only found your shop, now rebuilt (Bruce had a hand in that), closed for the day. It’s like you were actively hiding from him. And actually you were not, until now. You had walked into your apartment building about 5 minutes after Jason arrived, you were currently hiding in the stairwell, waiting for him to leave. You were hurt and still wanted to keep your distance. Dick had actually contacted you for a case a couple weeks ago yet never mentioned if he told Jason or not. From what Jason said, he didn’t. You closed your eyes and when you opened you were back in your apartment when you heard Jason knock again

“If you’re there please open up.” You considered but stayed in your spot not wanting to move in case he heard. You hadn’t spoken to Sasha, who was taking the news of Felix’s betrayal hard. She didn’t want to be around you or anyone at the moment which you understood otherwise you would have asked her to come out of her apartment and tell Jason to go. Somehow, she must have gotten your silent message because you heard the door across the hall open.

“She’s not home.” Sasha’s voice rang out.

“Do you know where she is?” Jason asked.

“No. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” Yikes. Easy Sasha.

“She told you what happened?” Jason sounded pissed.

“No. But I’ve been listening to you for the past half hour and putting the pieces together. You won’t see her. She won’t make herself known to you if you have hurt her. I haven't seen her either. I said some things I regret.” You just smiled. I already forgave you Sasha. “She told me about Felix…and how he died. I just can’t believe she left him there though.” Your breath hitched. You didn’t tell Sasha that Felix had shot you because she started screaming at you and then slammed the door in your face.

“That’s because he fucking shot her.” Jason growled. Sasha gasped.

“He-what? Shot her? What-I-she didn’t-” Sasha babbled. “Now I feel even more like a jackass. If you do find her, tell her to come see me…tell her I’ll listen and that I’m sorry.” You swallowed roughly.

“If I ever find her.” Jason mumbled and seemingly walked away. You waited for the apartment building door to open and close then for the sound of his bike driving away. You then went over Sasha's wanting to patch things up.

About 10pm, you were designing a wedding dress for Barbra, who called your store yesterday to ask you to design and create her wedding dress. You accepted.

“Oh and Jason won’t know I called. We are all letting him sweat it out.” You didn’t know how to respond to that.

“That isn’t necessary but I will have the designs ready for Thursday when you come in.” Barbra thanked you then hung up. You were almost done picking out the fabric when you heard the window to your living room open. Boots touched the ground and a voice cut through the silence.

“Y/N?” Your jaw dropped, there is no way he broke in. You stepped out of your room to come face to face with the Red Hood. You folded your arms.

“Seriously.”

“You weren’t answering my calls.”

“You said we shouldn’t see each other for a while. I wasn’t going to pick up and have you say you changed your mind only to have you change it again and say you don’t want to see me. I don’t play those games.” You say flatly. Jason takes off his mask.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” You blink.

“OK.”

“OK? That’s all you have to say?” You shrug. “I came all this way for an ‘OK’?” You scoffed.

“What did you expect? That I fell into your arms crying and saying how miserable it was without you? I know you're a romantic but books don’t portray real life well.” You knew you were being cold but that’s what happened when your heart gets broken, the cold numb feeling comes back. Jason could feel it and knew he wasn’t going to get a breakthrough while you were like this.

“Look…I came to say I was sorry and I said it. I mean it too. I was just scared of feeling close to someone again and I made a rash decision. When…when you want to talk, I’ll listen.” And with that he was back out the window. You closed it and went back to picking out fabric.

You had been so busy making Barbra’s dress that you almost missed the bell going off at the front door.

“Y/N!” Barbra shouted. You turned to her only to meet the eyes so Jason, not that you were surprised. He’s been watching you from the rooftops every night, well the Red Hood has. It seems that with the gain of this guardian angel, many have ventured to your shop more and more as they feel safer with the Red Hood watching over this part of Gotham. “IT LOOKS AMAZING! But..why aren’t you using magic?”

“Because I like everything done by my hand.” You answer plainly going back to pinning the dress. The base of it was done with a satin white train. Flowers and lace were scattered about the border of the gown.

“It’s far from done, but I need to make sure it fits you right.” Barbra nodded excitedly and took the dress into the changing room. Jason stood next to you, surprisingly the silence was not uncomfortable…for you at least. You spoke first.

“The Red Hood?” Jason chuckled.

“I needed something to do.” You hummed and finally looked at him. His eyes were brighter and clear. And OH MY he was huge! I mean he was big compared to anyone before but he put on a ton of muscle. “You seem good and the shop has been busier.” You smile slightly.

“So you stalking me isn’t just a nightly activity?” You ask, thinking he was going to blush but he didn’t, but he did smirk. “Gotta make sure you don’t come crashing into the cave again. Though I have no problem carrying you like a princess if you need me to.” Jason’s smile widened as you blushed, not expecting him to be so…cocky.

“Well?” You both turned to see Barbra in the dress you made. You looked over the dress, of course it looked beautiful on her but something was missing. THE VEIL! You turned to pick up a manikin head that was holding the veil you made. You brought it to Barbra and placed it on her head. You then pinned some places that you wanted to fix, not noticing how intensely Jason was watching you until you heard. “Jason she’s not gonna catch fire if you blink.” Barbra snickered. You didn’t look back at Jason, only shook your head. “There. Carefully take off the dress and I’ll make the adjustments for you.” Barbra nodded and went back into the dressing room.

“You made that?” Jason asked.

“I don’t get good business cause I’m pretty.” You retort, making Jason laugh.

“Fair enough.” Jason said. “Ouch!” You turned back to Jason who was holding his hand, he then pulled out a pin. “Fuck.” He hissed. “Note to self, don’t touch any projects that are half done.” You made your way over to him and held his hand in yours. A nettle prick was leaking blood, you looked up at him to ask for permission. “Go ahead.” He whispered. With that, your fingers started to glow and Jason’s skin started to pull itself back together. “Thought you were supposed to be a deadly witch.” His voice was low, just enjoying being close to you.

“I am.” You answer. “So don’t go around announcing I healed you. I’ll lose my reputation for being ruthless.”

“Should I leave you two alone?” Your head snapped to Barbra who was holding the dress and smiling widely. You let go of Jason’s hand and took the dress from Barbra.

“I’ll finish the alterations then send it to you.” You say setting up the dress to start the altercations.

“Thank you Y/N. Truly, it’s so magical.” You laugh.

“I’m glad you like it.” Barbra then jumped on you, giving you a big hug. “Oh.” You say hugging her back. She let go and handed you an invitation.

“Please come. You are hand making my dress. Please.” You smile and accept the invitation.

“Of course.” You say, not really wanting to come to a social event. On this side of town they don’t care that you’re a witch if you hide the horns but the socialites of Gotham don’t like you at all. Thinking you are in service to the devil. With that Jason and Barbra left the shop leaving you to get back to the dress.

Finally, the wedding was upon us. You ended up making Dick, Jason, and Tim custom suits. During that time, Jason made sure to come to every appointment even ones that weren’t his. You two had been patching things over, him flirting with you every chance he gets and your witty responses always making him want to mess with you more. But now, you want to run and hide. The people in the room with you started pointed and whispered about you. You can hear them.

“It’s her.” “The one with the horns? I don’t think so, I don’t see them.” You just wanted to say congratulations to Tim and Barbra then leave. You felt like you were crawling in your skin.

“She’s pretty though…probably how she seduces her victims.” Your heart felt like it was shaking your body. Trying to calm yourself down you went to look for a drink when you almost ran into Jason. “Oh! My gosh, I am so-” You started. When he handed you a drink.

“Gin?” You laughed out a breath and took the drink thanking him.

“That man really shouldn’t bother with a creature like that.” You took a sip trying to ignore it.

“Say that again and see what happens.” Jason sneers. The man and women stutter excuses trying to make it seem they weren’t talking about you. “Piss off.” And they did. Jason looked back to you and offered his arm. You raised an eyebrow. “What? This is the only time I’ll be polite like this. Take advantage of it.” You took his arm and he led you to the rest of the Wayne Family. When Barbra saw you, her and Tim almost tackled you, thanking you over and over again for the clothes you made. “It was nothing really.” You try to brush off but of course they didn’t let you.

“We also told all the press that it was here where we got our wedding attire from.” Barbra said excitedly. “You might need to hire more help.” You shook your head.

“I’m magic, remember?” Barbra’s brow furrowed.

“But you said…oh.” She breathed. “The ones you do yourself…you do for people that mean a lot to you.” You nod and see Dick start to tear up.

“Don’t make it weird Dick.” You say finishing your drink. Jason takes it and places it on the bar. Bruce then made his way over to you guys.

“Tim, Barbra? Congratulations. Y/N, a word?” He asks, offering his arm. You nod and take it. Once you were far enough away from the group Bruce spoke.

“I must apologize for stealing your book a year a ago.” You smile and look back at Jason, who of course was looking back at you. Making sure you were alright. “I’m glad you did.” You answer. Bruce nods and gestures to Jason to take you back. He’s by your side in seconds and offers his hand. “Dance with me?” You smile.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

By the end of the night, you and Jason had run off into the many gardens of the Manor where the wedding was held. You took off your heels as you both walked and talked for hours. Jason notices how the plants would perk up more when you pass, how dead leaves came back to life and how wounded trees repaired themselves. A deadly witch? You couldn’t be. Not to him.

“You can wear your horns ya know.” He said. You chuckle and show them. “I like them.” Jason says, touching them fondly.

“I noticed.” You say. “You're the first to not be uncomfortable with them.” Jason hummed.

“I’m never uncomfortable with you. Just..stupid sometimes.”

“So am I.” You whisper looking at the flowers. Jason’s hand came on your cheek. He turned your head back to face him. He takes both hands to the side of your face and kisses you. You kiss back and laugh as you pull away.

“What?” Jason asks, smiling.

“You kissed me underneath the moonlight in the rose garden. Can you be any more sappy?” Jason laughed then dipped you, making you gasp.

“Don’t challenge me.” With that he went in for another kiss.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x y/n

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A Meeting at the Sow's Ear - a Cthulhu Mythos Short Story

"Evening to you, too, Mr. O'Tipp," I said and I felt the tightness of my words on my tongue. Nathan O'Tipp smiled wider. He looks like a fine man until he smiles. Looks like he should be wandering a Hollywood studio, him with his perfect fair skin and his nice suits. But when he smiles, it stretches too wide, and his eyes have got a shine to them that I've never seen anyone else have. Even when the darkness hides everything else, I see his eyes, almost the same shade as my own. No, there's not a drop of human or humanity in him. I hope he doesn't know I know. "Come out of the dark, Harbinger," he said. "Let me get a better look at you. You are such a treasure to me, I can't let anyone else break you."

Part of the Pharaoh Syndicate Investigations series - a reupload with some edits

CW: blood, discussions of homicide, Prohibition and all that implies, body horror, mild trans/homophobia early on,

Arkham, 1931

Overhead the stars walked the sky like restless strangers, and the fat moon lounged back and watched us all. But it’d missed the fun. Before sunset, I shot two people for the contents of a dirty old bag. Now I walked with that bag down the street to Dad's house. No idea who's Dad he is. He may give me an allowance, but he sure ain't no family of mine.

From five houses down I heard it, one of the favored songbirds singing like it was still 1926. Closer I got, the reason why I heard her became obvious - they’d opened half the windows on the Sow’s Ear. No point hiding it from the coppers anymore. The boss owned them too.

Part of the ‘contract’ with my old boss and the new one took my name. Like the new boss said, I didn't need it anymore. I liked that name. I chose that name. I still use it with one single person. But for everyone else, I'm the Harbinger. And that means I’m whoever the boss wants me to be.

He don't know about this, so don't let me catch you calling me shit like Gumshoe or Dick Dickless. I get enough of that bull from my coworkers. If you wanna call me anything, call me by my real name.

My name was Lazarus, once. I'm 23 years old, pretty sure. I was born a woman. Not long ago, I was an investigator at Keller and Queens Detective Agency. Now I serve a monster pretending to be human. I don't think he knows I know that. I hope he doesn’t know I know that.

There are two speakeasies in town, and until I got my new job, I'd never been to either of them. I was a good citizen once upon a time. One of the speakeasies is run by a cult. The other is a cult. I'll let you guess which one I go to. Only real difference is who's at the center of it anyway.

The Sow's Ear is the center of the boss's operations in a part of Arkham nice people like to forget about. Pretty sure he lives above it. So what? Times are hard. Not a bad place to live anyway. Cute little spot, two stories, looks like all the others in town. Customers come in through the back, employees in the front. Somebody put a sign up for the Women's Christian Temperance Movement by the front door years ago. Boss must've thought it was funny. Now it's as worn and dirty as everything else in the city.

Adds to the charm, I guess.

I got one solid knock in on the door before it cracked open, and two glaring eyes met my own.

"What's the password?" The man spat out.

This was the dumbest part of the whole thing. He knew who I was, and I knew who he was. But old Lyman didn't like me much, and he took every opportunity to try and screw me over.

With a huff, I let the words out.

"Kynyarle keh-urak ghottu."

No, I don't know what that means either.

Lyman stared at me. He pulled away from the door.

"Tell Mr. O'Tipp his dyke is back," he said to someone on the other side.

The door swung open. I caught a glimpse of Lyman's back vanishing into the bar. I ground my teeth. Some men take it real personal, when you don't stick between the lines. I told myself again, I'll get him back for all the shit he'd put me through.

But the bag.

I closed the door behind me, adjusted my sweaty grip on my cargo. The stairs sat right in front of the door. Up I went into the maw.

Always felt like the steps were gonna collapse under me, with how they creaked and groaned underfoot. I go up and down them least once a week, mostly more, but the old wood hated me like everybody else. Not a single fucking picture hung on the wall to distract me, either.

What I really hate? The fact it's on purpose. The fact the bastard didn't need any message sent saying I was here. The fact he had my footsteps memorized the very first day we met.

I won't let him get to me, I said to myself, I lied to myself.

At the top of the stairs he has a velvet curtain hiding his little home away from home. Expensive, purple, golden gild and soft under my tired hand. I lifted it aside and walked into the shadows waiting for me. Heard the music nice and loud now, a voice deep and sweet blessing my ears. Not from the hallway in front of me, that led to his office. It came from the right. From the balcony that overlooked the speakeasy below.

Two golden cats in the antique Egyptian style stood by on either side of the entry. Framing the view, more purple curtains, held back by golden chains. Between them, looking out over the dancing, thriving crowd… him.

As I watched him, me in the shadows and him in the light, he looked over his shoulder at me, and smiled.

"My personal investigator returns," he said. He folded his arms behind his back, took a step forward as he turned all the way to face me. "Once again you've cheated death, haven't you?"

I set my jaw, didn't look down where his eyes settled on my body. Didn't have time to wash out the blood before I headed here. Didn't want to tell him how much of that blood was mine.

"Evening to you, too, Mr. O'Tipp," I said and I felt the tightness of my words on my tongue.

Nathan O'Tipp smiled wider. He looks like a fine man until he smiles. Looks like he should be wandering a Hollywood studio, him with his perfect fair skin and his nice suits. But when he smiles, it stretches too wide, and his eyes have got a shine to them that I've never seen anyone else have. Even when the darkness hides everything else, I see his eyes, almost the same shade as my own. No, there's not a drop of human or humanity in him. I hope he doesn't know I know.

"Come out of the dark, Harbinger," he said. "Let me get a better look at you. You are such a treasure to me, I can't let anyone else break you."

I ground my teeth, but didn't hesitate. Oh, I knew from experience what happened if you hesitated. Over the music I heard my shoes click on the tile. I walked to him and watched his smile grow even wider.

"That's my boy," he said. His hand gestured to the view beyond his balcony. "What a lovely night, isn't it? Beautiful summer, with all her life and bounty, rejoicing in her brilliance as she has for centuries."

Over the railing, there lay a different world. A little softer, a little dimmer, the glitz and gems a touch tarnished, but still beautiful like the dresses on the ladies. People dancing and gambling and kissing and drinking, like the world wasn't dying slow beyond these walls.

God, the people, it caught me dead even in that moment. More shades of skin filled the room than I had ever seen before coming to this city. I thought I was more sophisticated than people wanted to believe, when I left that miserable place. Thought I'd impress people with how much I knew even if I was from Alabama. But nothing like this existed back there. The police would rather burn the whole place down with everyone inside than let white and black blend together. I guess I thought the whole country was like that, whether I liked it or not.

But Arkham was different. Arkham was… better. It sure taught me a lot of lessons. Biggest one is, I don't know as much as I think.

"It is lovely, sir," I said. At the sound of the last word, my grip tightened on the bag.

In the light his eyes did not quite shine but something dark and cruel glowed through his expression.

"I do love how you call me that," he said. He said, like I had any choice but to do so. "It's so much better than your previous defiance."

He must have seen how I fought the rage down, how my fists shook and trembled the bag. He must have, I saw it in the dark twist of his smile.

I wasn't just a detective back at the old agency. I was in charge of the entire investigation into O'Tipp and his tricks. I hunted him, and he hunted me. So many nights I spent on him, staking out his territory, talking to witnesses, finding the clues that could unlock whatever terrible dirty secrets he held.

And I lost. I didn't even know it was a game, that I was never a threat to him, that he was enjoying the hunt. I lost and he won, he won me and my sister, too. Now I'm gonna be working for this bastard for the rest of my life.

And I know, he's going to enjoy every second of it.

Mr. O'Tipp gestured with a finger, guiding me away from the view below. I watched the muscles of his face tighten with hunger or anticipation as he looked at the bag in my hand.

"How much did it cost?" He stepped into the shadows, his long fingers tracing the dangling chains on the wall.

I looked away from him. O'Tipp didn't mean cash.

"Two." I mumbled the word.

"Oh?" He glanced back at me.

Details. He wanted details. I forced myself to inhale.

"The first bled out, I think." I couldn't have saved the poor bastard even if I knew how. "Took a bullet to the chest." Took my bullet to the chest. "The other was guarding… It." Nausea curled inside my stomach. It. The thing in the bag. "I shot him in the back of the head. Like you told me to."

"Good boy," O'Tipp said, and the light cast a shadow on his face, like the skin were paper and the flesh were a mask. "Did you look into the bag?"

I closed my eyes. I couldn't force the memory down. How my fingers curled around the box-like shape within the burlap, only for my flesh to sink into something cold and beating like a pulse beneath them.

"No, sir," I said

"But you're sure it's the right thing?"

I did not open my eyes. I could not handle the thought of seeing the smile I heard. I could not help but think that if I opened my eyes, the face looking at me would not be human anymore.

"Very much so, sir."

"My dear Harbinger," O'Tipp said, "Where is your curiosity? Wouldn't you like to see what you've brought me?"

Now I opened my eyes, and they opened wider than I wanted them to.

"Definitely not, sir."

He stood in front of the door to his office, smiling at me. I looked at his eyes to fight the thought of too many teeth.

"A pity," O'Tipp said. "It would have been better for you if you'd been willing to… expand your knowledge of the world."

My stomach sank with understanding.

"But!" He beamed at me, like a father gazing proud at his offspring. "That makes it more fun for me. Come on then."

He opened the door. Numb, I followed.

A strange little otherworld, Nathan O'Tipp's office is. A little antique and ancient, a lot of books and papers. Globes on the shelves of bookcases stacked to the ceiling. Star charts papering the exposed walls. Nonsense maps full of nonsense places. The world beyond the window, hidden by the same curtains he used everywhere else, golden tacks pinning down the fabric so not a drop of sunlight could fall inside. Furniture in all types of wood, light, dark, painted, lacquered, raw.

His empty desk waited for us.

I don't even remember when he took the bag from me. He rested it on the desk, and the fabric sunk way, way down. The same boxy shape, thick as my wrist, and yet the fabric darkened around the edges of it, wet.

O'Tipp breathed in, and exhaled a light chuckle.

He raised a hand, looked at me. With care, he removed the glove from each finger, one at a time, and let it drop to the floor.

"Don't look away," he whispered, and I knew that was an order.

His hand rested on the flat surface of the bag, and sank down. The fabric and the thing beneath it shivered like disturbed water.

My throat locked up. I did not look away.

"Yes," O'Tipp said, eyes locked on the bag. "You’re the real thing, aren't you?" He nodded his head, looked up at me, and I saw it exposed bare to me, the disconnect between what I knew of reality, and what he knew of it.

"Don't," I mumbled.

"I've been waiting years to find this," he said. "And it came into my grasp so easily. I did not even need to negotiate with their god to do it." O'Tipp leaned over the desk towards me. "Dagon will be furious to know I have this. This sick creation, somewhere between science and witchcraft - the creation of a mind as brilliant as our own beloved Keziah Mason!"

"Please let me leave," I thought, I mumbled.

"You are a miracle worker, you know that, boy? You are, undoubtedly, my favorite curse upon this tiny planet. And this book?"

His wet fingers gripped the cord on the bag. With one pull, the bag opened, releasing a smell I've never forgotten.

"It’s mine now. Mine just as much as you and she are."

Without ceremony or care, O'Tipp snatched the bottom of the bag and upended it. Something green, or something black, something both and neither and iridescent tumbled down. It hit the wood with a crack like a breaking bone, the sick smack of flesh falling from a height it could not survive.

It gurgled like a drowning animal. Water, dark and grimy, bubbled from the open hole of the spine.

And the smell. That goddamn smell. Like the sea became as stagnant as still water. The copper rot of an untreated open wound. Seaweed and fish left dead in the sun and storm.

And my voice shook as I spoke, as I recognized the thing by its shape.

"A book?" I said. "That's it? It's a book?"

O'Tipp pulled his other glove off with his teeth and I could have imagined it but before he tossed it aside, I saw holes in the fabric. Barehanded, he ran his fingers over the cover, and it rippled under his touch.

"A grimoire," he said, stroking the dark, slick surface. "Written by a stranger in a land far more obscure than any on the surface." His smile, his smile, there was nothing I knew of sanity in that smile. He looked to me and his mouth stretched wider.

"Have you ever been to Innsmouth?" He said, and did not wait, because he already knew the answer. "Quaint town with too many secrets. It's up north from here. The whole place was claimed by a cult worshiping a god that lives in the sea, so they say, until the federal agents burned it all down. So they all say. So all you need to know right now.” He tilted his head, the smile staying still. “Look at you, you're so pale. Have you never seen a book before?"

I said nothing. He seemed to like that.

"If you care to believe me," he said, "this-" his fingers tapped the surface of the book, sending waves through the flesh. "Was made from the body of one of those cultists.” He chuckled at me. “Oh, please don't faint, you still have to walk home. Don't be upset." His voice lowered. "This isn't made from a human."

I shouldn't have said it, but I couldn't look away from it. From him.

"Then what is it made of?"

"A Deep One. Skin, cartilage, preserved flesh - no scales, did you notice?"

I shook my head. His expression dripped with sarcastic, amused pity.

"Don't worry, I'll spare you the bookbinding lesson. It's a gruesome thing, so I've heard. But I'll show you one more thing."

Please don't, I thought.

"It still drips with sea water, did you notice?" His hand traced over the lock. A flick of the fingers and without a key, it opened. "But look inside…"

I didn't want to. I did.

The pages, bone white, dark letters of a language I'd never seen before. Bone white pages. Bone dry pages.

"Fascinating, isn't it? What horrors lie in this book, do you think, in that language I have yet to teach you?”

O'Tipp slammed the book shut. I stumbled back, and he laughed.

"Go home, my precious detective," he said. "You've done a wonderful job today. No need to come in for a while. Keziah and I are going to be very busy with my new prize. Enjoy a break - I’ll find you when I need you.”

Despite the way my veins pounded, so loud in my ears I barely heard anything else, I answered him.

"I know, sir."

His gaze hungered.

"Good boy."

I did not head home quickly. In fact, I did not leave the building quickly. No, I'll tell you the truth: I did not even go down the stairs for a good long while. I stepped from the office, the air chilling on my colorless face, and swayed. My body hit the wall. Somehow I did not fall despite the tremble in my legs, the sickness in my gut.

My eyes closed. I welcomed the dark, my mind not again showing me the hideous thing, the hideous, handsome man I served. The black swallowed me and I breathed in the air, ghosts of tobacco and perfume and alcohol wafting up from the floor below.

Again I thought of myself less than four months before, my bright eyes in the mirror, my determination throbbing within my soul. Again I thought of myself back then, and I thought, what nightmare was I hunting?

The office door opened.

“Oh! You’re still here!” O’Tipp said. “I was afraid I’d have to track you down.”

I did not want to do it. I opened my eyes and shifted towards him. His beaming smile, so paternal, churned my stomach anew.

“I almost forgot,” he said, stepping towards me. “Your allowance.”

His gloveless hand gripped my wrist, his other shoved something into my palm. Damp hands, hands far too warm for this night, far too warm for what he’d been handling.

“You’ve done excellent work today, my boy.” O’Tipp patted my cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t have a choice but to speak.

“Thank you sir,” I whispered.

As his eyes narrowed and his smile darkened, I almost thought - I don’t know what I thought. But he said nothing more. He stepped away, his hand lingering on my skin, and that was the last thing I truly knew before his office door slammed shut.

I could have left then, when my legs recovered their strength. I could have fled, and run down the street, and never looked back. And yet within my disjointed soul, I understood something almost instinctive - I should not be alone right now, not after that.

My feet carried me to the balcony. I sat on the floor, and watched the people below.

To be part of society and yet apart from it. Yes, I knew that very well, as my cruel grandparents taught me, as I knew now as a different kind of man. A separation from humanity, a barrier put between me and anyone that could have, in another life, loved me. Yes, I understood that. Perhaps it helped me understand them.

How happy they all were, down there. How sweet the woman, a different one now, sang her songs of love and loss. How the people moved between tables, greeting friends. How they clinked their fancy drinks in fancier glasses together.

A sample of humanity, together. All those colors of clothes and hair and skin, together. Like the world beyond did not exist, like there was not an even bigger nightmare lurking at the edges of the horrors we all pretended not to think about.

A Deep One. A living thing that was not human. Something below the surface of the ocean waves. A god. A cult - another damned cult, of course there would be. Could I not escape them? A small amount of distance allowed me to think of it more. So long as I did not picture the book, I could wonder about it. What was a Deep One? What kind of a life did a thing like that have? Did it have a family? Did it have friends? Did it feel love, as humans did?

Was it still alive, even as a book?

In my soul, I ached. Not for the dead, but for me, taken from my home just as the book was.

My gaze drifted, my thoughts eased to a crawl. Down there, down on the floor, I saw him. I did not truly understand what I saw, but I did, I saw him, and he saw me. I let myself blink, focus, in time to see his lips curl into a smile. Dark skin, red clothes, sharp eyes.

He knew me. I knew him. No one else might understand. No one else could understand, I think, that little jolt of electricity that surged within me. That little taste of… hope, perhaps. He knew me, he knew of me, I knew him, knew of him. That brilliant man with his glittering grin. We were both born women. We were both skilled in our fields despite our ages. We were both connected to this nightmare in ways others could not understand.

I tilted my hat to him. He raised his glass to me.

As he disappeared into the crowd, I left.

The city struggled through the night, and the old blood had wrecked my vest. I buttoned up my jacket over it. I’d survived another mission, somehow, by that monster I am bound to serve. There’s a lot of ways to die in this town, and not all of them involve a bullet.

I was so tired of thinking about that. That money he gave me rested heavy in my pocket.

Little detour and then, to home I went. To the Witch House, where I’d lived since arriving in Arkham. O’Tipp bought it too, along with me. Sure enough, on that battered old porch, they waited for me. The old gate creaked as I shoved it open. A set of bright eyes behind round glasses looked up from the book she’d been reading aloud. Sadie, my partner in crime, my sister in soul, Sadie, jumped from her chair.

“Lazarus!” Her arms wrapped around me and I hugged her tight right back, and the grin that formed threatened to split my face in two. “You’re alright!”

Couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.

“Well, mostly,” I said.

On the porch, the other woman hadn’t moved, rocking back and forth in her chair. Her hands in her lap, her hair fallen past the bandages over her eyes, her focus all on me. She smiled, and I could taste the hope that radiated from her.

“I got a surprise for you guys,” I said, and reached into my pocket.

I can imagine what O’Tipp would say, spending so much of my allowance on candy like a child. But what did I care about his thoughts? It was more than a snack for my two favorite girls, it was an offering for their happiness. For my happiness. What was the point of going through this nightmare, if you couldn’t be happy every now and then?

Overhead the fat moon sat and watched it all. I settled into one of the chairs, let myself relax for the first time since the sun rose that morning. Soon, the others who lived in this ancient building would return, and we all could rest for the first time in hours. But underneath the sound of the summer night and my sister’s voice, I heard the pages turning.

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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I'm a recent animation graduate and this will probably be all over the place but I'll try to stay consistent.

When I first got into HH/HB, I was 14 and got super excited because it didn't seem like it was going to be another Family Guy or South Park (which nothing against them specifically but they kinda have the 'adult cartoon' format). I was excited because it looked like it had a lot of heart put into it and was going to be a show with emotional maturity. Looking back now though I think a lot of that 'heart' I saw before came from the HuniCast streams. Everyone just seemed really passionate and it was really admirable. I used to be a big Vivzie fan and I could never understand why some people didn't like her even when I read the evidence. But the more she keeps going onto Twitter I think the more she's digging a hole for herself. Like it's hard for me to think you can take criticism when you give an entire Twitter thread about why you can :T

I didn't mind HB when it's first season came around and I even defended the circus a little when it came out. But once the high wore off, I realized there were some things to be critiqued here. Seeing Stars really solidified that for me, and Exes and Oohs dug the grave. That freaking dildo scene after Moxxie's backstory felt like such a smack in the face and then after Viv says she added that in because it was funny. The show keeps dicking around with its tone, characters, and plot that I don't know what to take seriously and what to root for anymore. I know the show definitely wants to root for Stolitz (mostly Stolas) from how many passes he seems to fucking get. All the nuance from before fucking vanished!! On top of that, some fan interactions made me realize most people just want Stolitz together to see them fuck and not because they'd actually be compatible (maybe I'm wrong idk I'm AroAce).

It really sucked to see what was happening with Hazbin too. Fans were saying it was A24's fault for the marketing and changes when I'm pretty sure most of that was on Viv (especially with the redesigns i'll never forgive those). A24 is known for giving a lot of creative freedom. And HB's writing made me really scared for HH with how cluttered it all was

I could go on and maybe I'll do it another time but IN CONCLUSION thanks for actually critiquing things that deserved to be critiqued and not letting the raging fans get to you. I've never seen a more rabid fanbase than this one (and I know people who are into K-pop) and Viv just keeps enabling it and vice versa

I'm just glad there are actually emotionally mature adult cartoons out there now that treat its audience like actual grown-ups (Fionna and Cake, Lackadaisy, Arcane, etc) and now that they exist I've realized that the Hellaverse is just not that at all

It sucks, doesn't? I know I've said it a lot, and I'll doubtless say it again, but it's just sad and it sucks. And I think we can be grateful for the good times even as we sit here and wonder how things got so bad.

Emotionally mature adult cartoons existed before Vivzie and they seem to be coming off the assembly line faster and faster these days, and that's a wonderful thing. We just don't need Vivzie anymore, never really did, but certainly don't now. She can pretend she's the only adult cartoon in the world and the only one to ever feature queer characters all she likes, but the rest of us will be over here in the real world.

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I'm new here so idk if you've done this before but what about hurt/comfort with Saeyoung and MC while they're in the apartment, Saeyoung ofc is being Like That. MC tries pushing at first but she's been burned/ghosted by ""friends"" more than once and has low self-esteem and eventually goes "you can just be honest with me you know. if you really don't like me I can take a hint. wouldn't be the first time. i know im not the kind of person other people like." maybe even says she wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the RFA is just being polite so they can hold parties again... and she locks herself in another room, maybe doesn't even check the messenger for the rest of the day.

And Saeyoung, as much as he's trying to be a dick so she won't miss him, just can't fucking do it. he's not going to let MC think she's the problem when he's the asshole (and whoever else has hurt her, but revenge plotting can be done later). she probably won't let him in right away but eventually they talk and maybe cuddle or smthn

"You can just be honest with me, you know."

Luciel didn't look up from his screen when MC spoke, even though the strands of letters and numbers flickering across his computer had turned into a jumbled, soupy mess hours ago. He was accustomed to working through exhaustion, fatigue, malnutrition, and dehydration, so he knew that if he kept pushing, eventually he'd break this obstacle and be working smoothly once again.

He didn't need to stop. Certainly, he didn't need to stop to listen to MC's chattering.

They'd been trying to start conversations with him multiple times since his arrival at the apartment, but he would just tighten his headphones or lean closer to his screen, to make a point. 'I'm busy,' he would convey wordlessly. 'I don't want to talk to you.'

That was a lie, of course; Luciel wanted nothing more than to be close to MC, to hear their woes, and if he could dare dream to be so selfish, to sob into their embrace. But he couldn't risk getting close to someone ever again.

Now that he knew he was a curse that damned everyone he loved to misery.

After seeing what had become of Saeran, who was his entire reason for breathing, he couldn't dare risk accepting MC's snacks, or blankets, or bandages. They'd live a far better, safer, and happier life once he finished restoring the security system and could vanish from their world forever.

"If you don't really like me... I can take a hint."

But nothing... nothing could have prepared him to hear those words leave his beloved MC's mouth.

A harsh bark of laughter came next. Luciel didn't dare look behind him, lest MC know he was listening, but the bitterness in their tone made his stomach twist. "It wouldn't be the first time," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. "I've learned by now... that I'm not the type of person that other people like. I'm not the type of person that anyone wants to keep around."

How was he supposed to focus on the flashing symbols on his screen, when warning signals were flashing inside his brain? Luciel could feel his body stiffen as he tried to think of a response. Was it appropriate for him to say anything? Would his words only put MC in more danger? Maybe he could just wait for them to calm down, and then surely someone from the RFA could call to distract them and put a smile on their face.

Someone from their world, a world of light and justice and charity and hope, could put a smile on their face once more and restore their confidence.

Luciel massaged his fingers for a moment, then cracked his knuckles and returned to typing. That should help MC understand that he "wasn't listening," right?

"It's okay," MC murmured. "If you don't want me around, I mean. Actually... I bet everyone else in the RFA feels the same way." Another pitiful laugh escaped their throat. "Maybe... maybe you even said in the chatroom that my location is secret because you wanted me to believe that's why nobody would visit me. I'm just some dumb, lost fool who doesn't know any of you, and I'm not at all fit to fill Rika's role. Maybe... someone begged you for an excuse... Would it be Jumin? Jaehee? A whole separate group chat?"

Every word that left MC's troubled lips cut another slice on Luciel's heart. Were they even talking to him anymore, or were they just voicing the concerns that'd been clogging their thoughts and feelings for days now?

"At least I can be useful. Even if nobody likes me... The RFA is full of good people. If I'm good for nothing else, at least I can help them have a party again. That's enough of a reason to pretend to tolerate me, isn't it?"

Whether he was meant to hear them, he knew he couldn't bear to let MC continue to believe this. Luciel could plow through work against his own pain, but the thought of hurting MC... Even he couldn't handle that adrenaline working against him.

Luciel finally turned his head (against his better judgment), but by the time he could open his mouth to speak, MC was already gone.

The bathroom door slammed behind them.

~~~~~

"Time for dinner, meow! Time for dinner, meow!"

MC nearly tripped over themselves as they got to their feet, their joints and muscles screeching in protest. Carefully they stepped over the side wall of the tub, suppressing a groan as their knees shrieked. They didn't intend to pass out sobbing in the bathtub, but crying is exhausting! One minute they were sniffling into their sleeves, and the next...

Wait, did that robot kitty say "dinner"?

MC nearly tripped again in their shock as they hurried over to the bathroom door. But as soon as they touched the handle, they hesitated. Would Seven--no, Luciel--even want to see them? Shame and guilt washed over them as they remembered what they had said this morning. Confessing that they knew everyone hated them and it wouldn't be the first time? Would he kick them out of the apartment? Would they be fired from the RFA? MC couldn't begin to imagine the conversations that had happened while they were dozing off. They could vaguely recall their phone buzzing from time to time, but half-conscious and wholly-despondent, they'd ignored every message.

"Dinner meow! Don't let it get cold meow!"

Well, if nothing else would motivate MC to face their anxiety, the rumbling in their stomach was rather persuasive. Inhaling deeply, MC turned the handle and opened the door to walk out into the main body of the apartment.

"I hope you like soup."

MC nearly jumped out of their skin at the sound of Luciel's voice. He was sitting in his usual spot on the floor, but he was pointing a finger towards the kitchen area. "The broth will be good for you, since you... It's good if you lose fluids," he finished awkwardly. Was he trying to avoid saying "cry"? Wait, did he hear them crying in the tub? "Meowy can help you spruce it up. It's a basic miso soup with some vegetables you had around the pantry."

As if on cue, Meowy pressed its head against your legs. Curiously MC followed, and the corners of their mouth twitched into a smile when they saw the tray of sauces, spices, herbs, and other garnishments by the eager robotic kitty's paws.

"I already had some. Eat as much as you want."

MC wanted to thank him, but they weren't sure if he would want to be bothered now. He'd already gone back to typing with both hands, and his headphones were firmly nestled over his ears with his hood on top of them too. "I..."

"You're important to us. All of us." He spoke up before MC could think of what to say. "Just because you don't like yourself, doesn't mean we can't like you. Got it? Don't try to change my mind."

MC had never tasted such a delicious, heartfelt bowl of soup in their life.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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First Timer's Luck

Pairing: Raizou Kurima x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss (for Raizou), fingering, kissing, hand kink, glove kink, soft sex, creampie, virgin!Raizou, prostitute!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: The one responsible for me loving this anime is @dollwrites, but this if is all me because Raizou checks off two of my kinks so its very self indulgent and I really popped off with this one.

From the moment you walked into the swordsman's room you could tell how nervous he was, barely sparing you a glance but bowing his head when you sat in front of him, his gloved hands in his lap, his sword by the futon, in arms reach. Typical.

"Haven't seen you here before. What's your name, mister swordsman?" You asked with a polite smile, your usual.

He opened his eyes, a stoic expression on his face, "I've never been here before, but my boss has, and some of my friends as well. They told me I was... to pent up to be of use." He looked away, a little embaressed to admit this. Huh, he was kinda cute now that you got a better look at him. His outfit was a little tight around him though, but damn it did wonders to show off his muscular body and scars.

"I see. A swordsman needs to keep a calm head on his shoulders." There had been quite a few who you've serviced in the past and a lot of them had the same excuse for coming here. "What do I call you, mister swordsman?" You asked as you reached for his hand.

He flinched at your touch, pulling back, eyes a little wide, almost skittish looking, "Oh. Ah. Ra-Raizou. I'm afraid that's all I can give you."

"Oh no, by the looks of you there's so much more you can give me." You hid nothing as your eyes traveled up and down his body, his shoulders, his pecks, the outline of his abs, and then vanishing into his pants. There seemed to have been another part of his outfit, a hooded cloak of some kind that was neatly folded next to his sword, and next to that were what looked like rather heavy boots. "So Raizou," You drew closer to him, taking his hands and crawling into his lap, his expression changing from stoic to nervous when he felt your bare thighs on him, "what do you like?"

"Uh... I am not sure to be honest with you. I was... the woman I wanted is no longer... I..." He looked down, face falling in shame and regret, "I don't know how to touch you, to bring you the pleasure that you need."

That you need? You? Most clients didn't even bother asking. All they wanted was to have their dick serviced and leave. But that wasn't the only part that stood out to you from what he said.

"Raizou, are you saying you're a virgin?" He nodded, a small, short, quick nod. "Well its not uncommon for me to lose their virginity in the red light district, you have nothing to be ashamed or scared of. You're here to feel good, and I'm here to ensure that you do." You cupped his cheeks, thumbs pressing against the corners of his lips, "Have you kissed before."

"Several times. However my last one came from a nun that tried to poison and kill me." ...Okay. There was definitely a story behind that one. "It wasn't enjoyable." Raizou shook his head before he looked at your lips, opening his mouth to ask a question that died on his lips when he feels your soft ones on them. The way he kissed back was clumsy but sweet, so gentle and inquisitive. "Cherries. You taste of cherries."

You smiled against his lips, licking your lips from the smudged lipstick, "I take it you like it?" He nodded again, he seemed like a man of few words, unless prompted to speak. "I like the strong, silent type. It makes me feel accomplished when I get them to be vocal." The next kiss lasted longer, Raizou melting into it just a little more, his hands finally getting the courage to be on your hips.

The moment you rolled them against his lap he groaned, choked back and pulled away.

"Can I try something? I think you'll enjoy it." His didn't know what to expect when he told you yes but it certainly wasn't that you would suddenly disrobe before him, your kimono half way down your body, in his lap and your perfect breasts in his face. "You can touch anywhere you want, I'm all yours for tonight. And other nights, should you come back." He was still hesitant so you took his hands and placed them on both your breasts, the material of his gloves slightly cold. You sighed against his hands as they squeezed experimentally, Reizou's eyes zeroed in on your stiff nipples. "Tasting is also allowed, mister swordsman." He moaned and leaned his head forward, lips trembling as he wrapped them around your nipple.

Reizou's eyes closed, hair obscuring his eyes, tongue venturing out to lick his way to the other nipple. You rolled your hips again, this time coming in contact with his hard on. Oh dear, he really was pent up if something like this has him this turned on.

It made you so wet knowing how much effect you were having on him right now. "You may also touch here." He trusted you when you took his hand to guide it. The moment his fingers came into contact with your wetness he stopped his worship of your breats.

"I-" He felt around your naked cunt, fingers clumsily massaging, spreading your folds, rubbing with no aim real or purpose. You laughed into his hair, those no doubt skilled fingers faltering against you.

"Move your fingers upwards slowly, like scratching, but don't put too much pressure okay?" Raizou groaned, focusing all his attention down there and making the scratching motion, parting your folds and pressing his palm against your clit, "A little... mmn... here... you can feel where the entrance is?"

"Y-Yes." His other hand slipped under your kimono to grab your ass, keeping you still on his hand, "How many can I push in?"

He was already thinking about that. "Start with one." No sooner then a few seconds later, a finger pushed inside of you, all the way in, as slow as falling snow.

"So tight. Oh gods. Are you... gonna be able to take me?"

"You're so sweet, Raizou?" You smiled at him, your heart fluttering because he was clearly thinking of your well being and comfort first, "I assure you, I'll be more then ready to take you." You were already dripping all over his hand, tightening on his finger and holding him close, "A little deeper- ah! You're doing so well. Those hands must be really skilled. I can't wait for more." Slowly he seemed to gain confidence, moving faster, trying to move his finger until... he curled his finger at just the right spot. Your back arched into him, fingers pulling on his hair and lips parting along his ear. "Mn, now you got it, do that again." He did and you reacted to him again. He seemed fascinated that one spot could make you like this. "Such a fast learner."

Your praise spurred him on, his wrist moving so fast it was almost not human, "My finger... its melting... its so tight... this feeling- I-!" His body stiffened as he pressed you down on his hand, curling his finger one more time and making you see stars. You wanted to curl up against him so badly, to feel his muscles but as you looked down you saw a very obvious dark stain in his pants.

"Oh. Finished from that? You're an adorable man, Raizou." You teased, much to his dismay, a frown forming on his flustered face. "I believe its my turn now."

"Your turn?" He groaned when you rose up and took his hand.

A gasp fell from him when you licked your cum off his glove and fingers before pulling his glove off and kissing his bare hands, "I would be very bad at my job if I didn't repay your kindness. Let's see what do I have to work with." Your smirk alone was enough to make him gulp and stutter. He seemed to regret the loss of warmth around his finger bit his dismay quickly turned into awe when you were naked in front of him, your pussy puffy and glistening from arousal. "Ah I forgot." You licked your finger, making sure he saw how your tongue circled the digit before you swiped it through your folds and offered it to him, "I told you that you can taste. That goes for this too."

Raizou blinked, taking a tentative lick, eyes widening at the foreign taste of pussy. "It's odd. But I don't dislike it." He took your hand and tried to mirror your movements, sucking and licking the digit clean.

"Very good Raizou. Now, where was I?" You ran your other hand down his front, feeling him flex under your hand, "Can you pull these down for me?" He seemed confused for a second before you looked down at his cock. A little 'oh' expression appeared on his face before you saw the first hint of smile from him. He pulled his pants and underwear down fast and now it was your turn, "Oh." You said out loud.

He wasn't huge or very thick, he was the perfect size actually, easy to take in but he'll fill you nicely that's for sure. You braced yourself on his shoulders as you sat above his cock, propped up on your knees. With one hand you reached down and stroked him once up, and then once down, feeling how hot it was to your touch, how responses he was, his hands grabbing your hips. "Will it hurt?" He asked again, looking from the tip of his cock to you pussy.

"Not when I'm this wet, not with your cock covered in seed." You pressed your forehead against his, looking into his surprisingly gentle eyes, "Do you trust me with this, Raizou?"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, silence washing over you for a minute, "Yes." A whisper against your lips before he claimed them with his own.

"Alright. Thank you." You kept your lips pressed together as you angled him up and lowered yourself on his cock. His tip was barely past your entrance and already you felt him leaking cum again. It made sense, he was a virgin after all. "Seems like I found your weakness, mister swordsman." Half-way, you took him in half way when he came again, his hips pushing up by accident and burying the rest of his length in just as his orgasm hit. "I knew it, you have so much to give don't you? You can, I'll take everything, you do-"

You found yourself on your back, looking up at Raizou who took deep, ragged breaths as his cock sank balls deep in at this new angle, "I came inside. I promise if you... I will take care of..." You silenced him with a finger on his lips.

"You might be the sweetest man I've met since working here. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to pregnancy. We have good doctors here, ways to prevent it. It would be bad for business otherwise don't you think?" He nodded dumbly as you smoothed your hands over his shoulders, feeling where his skin was rougher from scaring, "I told you, I'll take your everything. So don't hold back."

Something inside him shifted when you gave him the green light, he started moaning into you neck, really loudly, almost growling and screaming as his hips became a blur on top of you, the room echoing with loud slapping sounds of his balls and hits hitting each other. He wasn't going soft despite finishing twice already, this man had stamina that's for sure. "Good?"

He expected you to answer now? Apparently, because when you didn't he slowed down, "Yes! Good! Very good! Raizou, keep going! Feels so good to have your cock so deep!" As if energized by your words he speed back up, your legs spreading behind him and toes curling, "Fuck! Oh, oh my god! So fast, so fucking deep!" You felt more warm, hot, thick cum flooding, gushing into your womb from the tip of his cock as your body went taunt, raking your nails down his biceps, adding to his marks. "Hold me."

You can't remember the last time you told a client to hold you after sex, or the last time one even tried. Usually they would pull out, thank you and leave you to sleep alone. Not Raizou, he didn't even pull out but he held you, inhaling your scent in the pleasant afterglow. His body felt hot against your, you could feel how rapid his heartbeat was too. Even after that toe curling orgasm you still couldn't shake the idea of how cute he was. You really hoped he would be a repeat client.

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