#also he’s been so afraid of his bending hurting someone in the aftermath of his scar

[sulkybender]

Okay, so: ATLA but Zuko has an animal companion too.

We see him on the ship, thirteen and freshly banished, visiting the komodo rhinos in the brig at night.

“You understand me, girl”

She’s the meanest of all of them but Zuko takes a liking to her. 

Zuko: “Her name is Kudzu, because she grows on you” 

*crew exchanging looks*

Zuko, glaring: “She grows on you!” 

She’s also the chubbiest rhino because Zuko dotes on her and keeps sneaking her little snacks.


When he goes back to the Fire Nation in Book 3, he goes down to the stables at night to hang out with the komodo rhinos.

But none of them are Kudzu, and he misses her. 


Azula: “You smell like a barnyard”

Zuko, sadly: “It’s not the same”


He’s reunited with Kudzu when his old crew attends his inauguration. 


Jee: “we’ve brought you something”

Zuko: “KUDZU!!”

*hugging her, tearing up*

Jee: “she’s literally the worst animal I’ve ever met”

Zuko, sobbing: “I know, isn’t she wonderful?”



*bonus: Kudzu’s Lost Days segment, but she’s just eating hay and being bitchy*

#atla #zuko #she’s angry and bitter and he understands #also he’s been so afraid of his bending hurting someone in the aftermath of his scar #but Kudzu has fire-resistant skin #so she is friend-shaped #even if she is not—in technical terms—a friend

[justapoet]

i’ll hold you close in my arms

Carlos couldn’t say it was a bad day when TK was back in his arms.

Or the aftermath the the hostage, when TK’s at the hospital (again).

1.3k

There are those moments as a kid that you decide you'll try to break some scientific laws. Trying to fly or to jump higher than anyone, or even trying to move objects with the power of your mind as if you could turn into a real-life Yoda. There are also those moments where you're swimming and want to try to breathe underwater, just so you can pretend you're a mermaid or merman.

So, you hold your breath, because you know the feeling of water in your nose and the headache it causes, and your brain forbids you to take a breath as a security source. Then, when you can't hold your breath anymore, you take your head out of the water and take a breath.

The feeling that goes in your body with the air is the relief to breathe again.

That's exactly how Carlos felt the moment he and Owen got to Captain Vega's team and Owen shot the man already covered in blood. He watched as the man fell and Tommy tried to process the last fifteen seconds until his eyes found their way to the dizzy and confused body beside a table, trying to keep itself up and not just crumble to the ground.

Carlos felt his heart aching at the same time his lungs could normally function again as he ran to where TK was, calling for him and watching as his confused self processed the situation and who he was.

"Hi, babe! Hi, hi, babe..." he heard TK's voice, holding him up for a second until his body gave into the chair behind him, and Carlos just could want to cry and hold him forever. He put his hand on TK's neck, letting his boyfriend hold to him as strong as he felt it was necessary ― if being honest, Carlos could hold him even tighter if he wasn't afraid of hurting the already injured paramedic.

"It's okay, I've got you" the cop whispered against TK's ear, and he heard as TK let out a sound similar to a cry. "You're alright, you're fine, okay? You're safe" he said again, not knowing if his words were to make his boyfriend relax or to reassure himself.

"You found us, oh, God," TK said, his voice cracking a little bit. "Thank you, thank you" he whispered, and Carlos just held him tighter, watching over TK's shoulder as Owen would help Nancy and Tommy, talking on the phone to someone he supposed was a 911 dispatcher.

"Easy, Tiger," Carlos said. "And I'll always find you, love".

.

"I can almost hear your thoughts," Carlos heard TK say from the hospital bed, and he blinked a few times to the realization he'd been off for a while. "A penny for them?"

They were alone in the hospital room, after hours. The whole 126 crew came in to check on him and joke about how he always managed to be in danger, and then Owen and Gwyn started a silent competition over who would take more care of their son while he was there. Their interaction was friendly, and that seemed to be a relief to TK, even if Carlos knew his boyfriend mostly wanted them to stop talking.

Carlos was there the whole time, sitting a little bit far from the bed, silently analyzing everything and getting lost in his head now and then. His movements were almost ghostly, although, every time his eyes and TK's crossed, he'd smile lovely.

After everyone was gone, Carlos got lost again, and TK took his time to watch that man in front of him. Until his curiosity and worry were bigger than the silence in the room.

Carlos smiled softly looking at his boyfriend's sleepy face, and then he frowned again seeing the bandages in his head. He'd done that a couple of times, now, and TK knew he was spiraling on possibilities of what could've happened.

"Babe, hey" TK called. "Come here, uh?" he stretched his arm, offering his hand and smiling softly when the warmth of Carlos' skin involved his hand. "Won't you tell me what you're thinking about?" he asked quietly, and Carlos smiled little before sitting on the bed beside TK's hips.

"My dad knows," he said, looking at their entangled hands. "About you not being my friend or personal shopper" he chuckled, and TK smiled briefly, but frowned.

"Did you tell him...?"

"No" he shook his head. "He said he already knew, since the Farmer's market. I should've known, honestly. He's a Texas Ranger after all" Carlos shrugged. "And if he didn't know then, he'd have guessed after today anyway. I wasn't really subtle about how you mean the world to me" his smile was shy, after these words, and TK mirrored it, caressing his thumb over Carlos' skin.

"Are you okay with it?" the green-eyed man asked, and Carlos nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I mean, he didn't really say anything about it at all, you know? He only stated that you're my boyfriend and... Yeah, that's it" he sighed. "I don't really know what I was expecting from them".

"That's why any reaction from them would make you overthink it anyway," TK said. "You're not used to them talking about it, so when they do..."

"It's weird" Carlos finished, and they stood in silence for a while. Not even a minute and the cop got lost again, his eyes firmly staring at TK's hand in his and his grip getting a little bit tighter as if to make sure he was there.

"Babe...?" he asked, trailing off. Carlos sighed, his breath shaking and, TK noticed, his hand doing the same against his own.

"I was so scared," he said, his voice breaking mid-sentence. "I had this heavy feeling in my chest and I thought it was just because my day had been bad, and then you didn't answer any of my messages and- I-I just..." his voice was cut by a sob, and TK closed his eyes for a second before lifting his hand and reaching Carlos' cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Carlos" he whispered, and Carlos just broke off in tears, his body bending as if it was too heavy to carry all of his thoughts and feelings.

"I went to your father's house and" he took a deep breath, one of his shaking hands touching TK's one in his face. "you weren't there, your mom was worried and suddenly your father says you were missing. I thought..." he gulped a sob. "I don't know what- what I thought, I just..." he tried to make a sentence with sense, failing a few times before sighing and looking back at TK. "I'm so glad you're okay, Ty"

TK smiled sweetly, but he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I worried you," he said. "And I'm sorry for your bad day"

Carlos shook his head again.

"No, no. None of it is your fault" the cop said. "And just knowing you're fine and having you with me makes my day the best one" his tone was sweet and careful, even if silent tears still streamed down his face.

"I love you, you know that?" TK asked, pulling Carlos' face closer and making the man lean forward, one of his elbows beside TK's tired body and the other beside his head in an uncomfortable position, but that allowed him to touch his boyfriend's face and press his forehead against the paramedic's.

"I do" he answered, closing his eyes. "I love you, too. So much" his voice was quiet, filled with a love that was almost touchable around them. TK smiled, happily accepting the kind and soft kiss pressed to his lips.

If later a worried Gabriel Reyes appeared at the doorframe of TK's room, seeing how they managed to lie together in that hospital bed and then smiling to the sight of pure happiness his son had found, then no one needs to ― or will ― know about it.

#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #2.08 #carlos reyes x tk strand #tk x carlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos x tk #paramedic tk #my fic #they're just two idiots #they're also in love #tk really need life insurance #no one asked but I couldn't help

[chibinekochan]

What if MC is a fairy whose wings were ripped several years back, and when she's just chilling with her S/O she gets extreme sickness and her wings sprout on her back (and they look more like angel wings but real colorful). Probably keeling over in pain, fading in and out of consciousness and coughing blood. Can you do it with Satan, Simeon and Barbatos? If this makes you uncomfortable then don't do the ask, I don't want you doing a request that is hard to do because of how brutal it is.

I'm not sure if this implies that mc is dying or not. I'm just going write it like it's serious but not necessarily deadly.

Mentions of blood/injuries 

Satan 

You have told him about your past. 

It ever made him very quiet and hurt. 

He wasn't even there when it happened to you, but it was very traumatic to you when your wings were ripped off. 

Satan got really angry when he heard everything and when he saw the scars on your back. 

You had to stop him from killing whoever hurt you. 

Some time has past and now you are dating. 

You both are just chilling, reading books, talking about the characters in the story. 

Having a good laugh. 

Suddenly you start to feel off. You feel a strange heat building up inside of you. It gets very hot very fast and suddenly a sharp pain strikes through your body. 

You moan from the pain and fall to the floor, unable to speak. Sweat is on your forehead, you feel hot, like you are going to burst into flames. 

Satan sees you collapsing to the floor. He calls out to you and rushes over to you.

You can't even hear him and just scream from the pain. You yell from whatever is happening to you. 

The pain wanders to your back, where it seems to erupt like a volcano. 

Your body shakes and the strong pain makes your consciousness fade away. You almost just want to give in to the sweet mercy and faint. Then you start to cough blood. 

Satan is right there, seeing you suffering and he sees the strange light emitting from your body. 

He tries to pick you up but you move too much. 

Satan calls for an emergency transport for you. He is at your side, trying to calm you down. 

He then notices that something is bursting out of your old scars on your back. 

It rips your skin apart, showing something shiny under your skin. 

You scream to make it stop, to take you out of your misery. You cry and your body convulsions. 

Satan feels helpless, like he never did before. 

He can't do anything except stand there. Satan would just grab you and run to the nearest hospital but he is afraid to make it worse. 

Then suddenly the something under your skin erupts from under your skin outside to the surface. 

You sprout wings. Satan stares at you in disbelief. 

If you were not in so much pain it would almost be beautiful. 

The wings glow and become bigger and bigger. They look slightly bloody but also very colorful and pretty. 

You suddenly feel the pain is getting less. You manage to breathe and wipe your mouth. 

Satan is already next to you, giving you a handkerchief. 

He helps you into a sitting position. Satan asks you how you feel now, and then tells you what just happened. 

You still feel very out of it, the aftermath of the pain still makes you feel off. You still feel hot and also very weak. 

You wipe the blood away, you are too shaky to stand up. Satan gives you a jacket to cover yourself a bit, since your clothes got torn. 

Satan gives you a mirror to look at your wings. 

You stare at yourself in disbelief. How is this even possible? You thought you could never have wings again and now this? 

You don't know how to feel about it. Tears run down your face and Satan hugs you. 

Together you wait for the ambulance to arrive. 

Whatever happens next Satan will be at your side no matter what. 

Simeon 

It took time for you to open up about your past. 

You both had long conversations about both of your pasts. 

Simeon felt great grief after hearing how you have lost your wings in such a violent way. 

He can't even imagine what that must have meant to you.

Simeon can't imagine losing his own wings. 

He helps you however he can to get over this and so you both grow closer. 

Until you ultimately start dating. 

Simeon is always very gentle with you and you trust him greatly. He trusts you just as much. 

On a very normal weekend you two relax while watching a movie together. 

Simeon has to do some serious catching up so this is always a fun experience. 

Then suddenly you get pain between your shoulder blades. 

You think you must be tense, you stretch a bit but it's not helping. 

Simeon sees you moving around and offers his help. 

You gladly accept, and he rubs your back. 

Then suddenly pain shoots through you like a flash hitting a tree. 

You scream. Simeon moves back, thinking that he somehow hurt you. 

You feel like something is about to break you from the inside. You fall forward, and land on the couch. 

You start to cough blood. Simeon is still behind you and becomes very pale when he sees that you cough blood. 

He asks you what is happening, but you can only say that it hurts so much. 

Your body is shaking and you feel something inside of you is trying to burst out. You yell to make it stop. 

Simeon tries to heal you but it has no effect on you whatsoever. 

He focuses all his power to help you but it seems hopeless. 

Simeon can see that something is trying to get threw the skin of your back. 

You start to feel lightheaded and feel like fainting, you almost black out. Only the pleasant feeling of Simeon trying to heal you keeps you from completely falling apart. 

Suddenly something is bursting out from your back. It's hot and extremely painful. 

You almost cry blood from the pain and then faint. 

Simeon sees in terror the wings sprouting from your back. He has never seen anything like that before. 

Simeon always thought it would be impossible for you to regrow your wings. 

He makes sure that you are still breathing and moves you a bit so you won't choke from eventual vomit. 

Simeon then calls an ambulance for you. While he waits he tries to get you to wake up, in a gentle way, and continues to help you. 

He is extremely worried about you and can only pray that this isn't a bad sign for anything. 

Barbatos

He doesn't really use his abilities regularly, since it's usually a hinderance. 

Seeing the whole past and future of a person is mostly just a bother to him. 

Of course it's not different with you. While he could just look into your past, he would much rather hear it from you. Using the chance to bond with you. 

Growing ever closer while exchanging recipes and shared interests. 

After some time you tell him about your painful past. Barbatos is glad that you told him about such things. Of course it upsets him that you had to go through this painful experience. It angers him that someone as lovely as you had to go through this. 

As an end result of this you both grow even closer and then start to date. 

Some time passes and one evening you both enjoy a rare dinner together. 

Suddenly out of nowhere you start to feel light headed. You start to feel a strange pain in your lower neck. 

You tell Barbatos about this. And he comes over to you to check if you have a fever and to give you a massage. 

Before he can even reach you the pain suddenly gets very intense and wanders between your shoulders. 

It feels like flames are creeping along your spine. 

You start to feel really nauseated. 

Barbatos is running over to you when he sees that you got white as a sheet. 

When he reaches you, you start to cough blood and the chair you been sitting on falls over to the side. 

He barely manages to catch you before reaching the ground. 

He tries to lay you carefully down on the floor, but your body spasms and makes it pretty difficult for Barbatos. 

You faint before Barbatos catches you and come back only to scream from the intense pain on your back. 

You manage to yell that your back hurts. 

Barbatos is trying his best to stay calm, but he has never felt this afraid in his entire life. 

Then suddenly you feel an even more intense pain in your back. The pain is so strong that you blackout. 

Barbados bends over you, checking your pulse, then something starts to burst out from under your skin. 

Barbatos is almost blind. He is forced to move out of the way.

There are wings growing on your back. 

This is absolutely impossible. Barbatos has never heard of anything like this happening. 

He has no idea what this means but he doesn't waste time and runs back over to you. 

You just woke up again. Still shaking but the pain is manageable. Barbatos helps you to sit again. He looks very shaken up. You have never seen Barbatos like this before. 

He has tears in his eyes, he honestly thought that he would lose you for a moment. 

He hugs you and then brings you to a hospital. 

Whatever happens next he will do whatever he has to to make sure you are fine when everything is over.

~ I hope this is okay. I don't mind a bit of brutal stuff. I had this picture of a fairy Mc in my head. It was very interesting to write. Sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind.

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[imaginationintowords]

Lost on You

Chapter 10

Peter Parker x Sister!Reader Steve Rogers x Reader Avenger x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

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"Can we please talk?" Steve pleaded.

"Steve-"

"Please Y/n,"he begged, his voice cracking, "Five minutes and I'll be out of your hair, for good. I promise."

"Okay," I agree.

As he closes the door, I take a look at his appearance. He doesn't look so good, I mean physically he looks the same, because of the serum. But if you really knew Steve, like the way I do, you can tell he isn't. His eyes immediately give him a way, dark circles surrounding them. They don't look as bright as they used to.

I can't help but feel bad for him, it's a normal human reaction. Even though he hurt me, that doesn't mean all the love we had went away. It's still there, maybe it'll always be there, but whether or not I want to continue that love, I just don't know if I can.

Steve stays by the door, trying to give me some space.

"I know I've apologized countless of times, but I still just need to say how utterly sorry I am. I don't think I'll ever not be sorry for what I have done. I hurt you, when I have promised you countless of times that I would never. You expressed your fears of relationships, having been hurt in the past and I had promised I would never do that. Yet here I am, no better than them, because not only did I do it, I broke that promise and your trust. If I have to spend my whole life making it up to you, I will," he starts off.

"That won't be necessary," I interject, I give him a wave continue.

"I love you, Y/n. And what happened that night, should have never happened. I can't even give you a real answer as to why it happened, other than the fact that we weren't thinking.

No, let me rephrase that, I wasn't thinking. I don't know what came over me, because why would I do that? Not when I have you. Not when our relationship was at it's all time best. Why would I throw all of that away for cheap mindless sex," he pauses, noticing my wince at that.

I nod for him to continue.

"I've kept myself up the last two weeks questioning why did I do it. And I don't have an answer. I just don't. And that's not good enough. It isn't. Because if the shoe was on the other foot, which I know it never would have been, I wouldn't accept that answer as well. And you don't have to, accept it. Because it's cowardly," he clears the lump in his throat, trying to hold back.

"I so badly wish I can go back to two weeks and never do that again, but I can't and now we have to deal with the consequences of it all, and that's all on me," he breaks.

"I love you so much. And I fucking ruined that. I was going to ask you to marry me and I fucked that up," he cries out, falling to the floor, his hands on his face as he cries.

"Steve," I rush over to his side, rubbing his back soothingly.

"I know that doesn't change anything, because I still cheated," he says looking over at me, his eyes red.

"It doesn't," I confirm, feeling myself begin to cry.

This is it.

We both know that.

That this moment right now, is our last.

We stay there, looking at each other as we cry. Steve reaches for me and brings me into his arms, and we just hold each other as we cry.

"I am so sorry," he cries into my hair, his grip tight, afraid to let go.

"I know," I cry into his chest, "I know you are."

After god knows how long, we slowly pull our faces away, still holding on to one another, just to get a look at our faces. The crying is now just silent tears rolling down our faces.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I know," my throat hurts, "I love you too."

I did the only thing I could think of, I let my heart take control, and I slowly leaned up to meet his lips. You can feel the desperation and heartache behind the kiss. The kiss got a little more heated, both of us so desperate, knowing that we will never be this way with each other again.

Next thing I knew, we were both naked in my bed, Steve hovering over me.

"Are you sure?" he asks, making sure I was okay with it.

"Yes," I whisper, trying to take in every feature on his face.

The way he looks while we make love for the last time.

There's something incredibly sad about making love for the last time, knowing that it will be the last time. Most couples don't have that pleasure of knowing the last time they made love was their last, so they don't get to treasure it. Always hoping that they could've had one more night together, just to know that there was love there.

Here in this moment, there is love. I don't doubt that Steve didn't love me, I know it. The look in his eyes in this very moment say everything I needed to know about our relationship, and I hope mine do as well.

The sadness, the love, the regret, it's all there.

We try our best not to cry, but we can't help it. It's sad.

It's sad knowing that this great love is over. And not knowing if you'll ever find one like it again. Or even not knowing if you'll ever love again.

After we're done, we lay there, not in each other's arms. We remain quiet, seeing which one will be the first to say the final goodbye.

"Steve," I whisper so quietly, that if not for his super soldier hearing I don't think he would've been able to hear.

He looks over at me, tears rolling down his face. He nods his head, knowing what I'm thinking.

He slowly gets out of my bed and makes his way around the room getting his clothes on.

I don't dare look. I can't. If I do, I don't think I'll be able to let him leave.

"Thank-you for everything," he quietly says once dressed, opening the door, "Goodnight Y/n."

He quietly closes the door behind him as he leaves.

I close my eyes and let the tears fall, hoping the exhaustion of the day will consume me into a heavy sleep soon.

The next morning I'm woken up by FRIDAY letting me know that the team meeting starts in an hour. I thank her, my voice hoarse, don't know if it's because I just woke up or the aftermath of last night.

I quietly get dressed, and look around my room.

It's quiet. Peace.

It's lonely. I kinda like that.

It no longer feels like home.

I don't think I can stay here much longer.

Now that Steve and I are officially done, I think it's time I find some independence.

If the last two weeks have taught me anything is that, I need a little more independence.

I need a life outside of the Avengers.

A life where I don't work and live in the same building. Where I can escape.

Play music as loud as I want. Eat whatever the hell I want, and not worry if someone else has eaten it already.

Don't get me wrong I loved living here, I really did. I never had that college experience, we couldn't afford tuition and dorm living. Living here has let me experience the roommate life. But things are starting to get crowded. Everyone knows everything. You never have a chance to just breathe.

That's what I want, just a moment to breathe, without Sam and Bucky fighting over the tv remote. Without Tony dropping in in the middle of the night because he needs you in the lab ASAP, because he had a revelation in his sleep. I love Wanda, but sometimes you just need a break from even your best of friends. And now that Steve and I are officially over, how is dating going to be like for either of us. Not that that's going to happen anytime soon, but it's eventually going to happen, and I really don't want to see that with him, and him with I. It's just too complicated.

I have never been alone before. I've always had someone right there.

I think, no I know, it's time I be on my own. Doesn't mean I won't be an Avenger or work for Tony, it just means that I won't be living here with them.

And for the first time in the last two weeks, I feel content.

Free.

Like I can finally breathe.

That's how I know this is the right decision for me.

Summary: Y/N Parker is Peter’s older sister. She is ten years older than Peter, making her 26 years-old. She is also an Avenger, her powers are very similar to Wanda’s; telekinesis, mind reading, teleportation, and elemental bending. She has been an Avenger far longer than Peter, and like Peter her identity is kept a secret. As well as being an Avenger she works in the lab alongside Tony, she is a science genius. She has also been dating Steve Rogers for the past 3 years. Their relationship is as great as it can possibly be, that is until Steve does something that has Y/n questioning not only their entire relationship, but her place in the Avengers. It opens her eyes to how much of her life has revolved around Steve and work. Never really experiencing life like everyone else her age has.

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[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : The cry of the heart.

Zoro Roronoa sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@me11orine​ sent a letter :  ❝hiii! i hope your currently feeling well and staying safe! may i pls request an angst but a happy ending with zoro? its not really specific so you could do whatever you’d like! pls take your time!❞

author’s letter :  ❝dear reader, i’m so, so, so, so, sorry for being so late regarding this request! i hope you’ll be able to forgive me. i really had a lot of fun writing this request and showing my undying love for zoro love my birthday twin, i missed writing for one piece so thank you for sending me this and thank you for trusting me with your request!! love you and take care.

sealed with a kiss,  nikki.❞

Warnings : Cursing, blood, injury. Genre : Kinda angsty, kinda fluff. Word count : 1.6K.

The weather was hot in Dressrosa, perhaps too ideal for a kingdom ruled by the living and breathing personification of evil, or maybe was it just another trick played upon the Straw Hat crew : how could this kingdom possess the weather of heaven and, paradoxically enough, be ruled by the new face of evil?

Although the sunny weather complimented the thoughts of relaxation, enjoying the sinful pleasures of life and whatnot, the reality drew a sharp contrast with these ideals— it was a hunt led on the scale of an island, a literal hunt, where the horn would only be blown once all of the targets will be taken down. It was a race against time, a permanent sword of Damocles was dangerously hanging over each member of the Straw Hat crew as a reminder that every action taken had a consequence— some reduced drastically the distance between the tip of the sword and their head, and others helped to deliver the last blow to their opponent.

Sword of Damocles or not, Zoro Roronoa could handle any situation with the help of his very own swords, that is… Almost all of them. His expertise regarding the art of fighting his opponents with both his most cherished and lethal weapons seemed like poetry in motion to the common eye— he was the living testimony of empiricism, each of his experience added yet another step-stone on the ramp to become the best swordsman alive.

Nonetheless, the legendary prowesses of his swords could not fix the deep wounds caused by the poisonous mix of emotional numbness and physical pain. His sole valid eye was entirely focused on your small form (or at least, from his point of view, it did seem smaller given the fact you were bending under the echoes of pain) caught in a whirlwind of distress. He should have trusted his guts, after all, trusting his instinct came as a second nature to him, and not let you face one of Doflamingo’s pawns on your own. Yes, the victory was yours, but was squirming in pain really worth having the bragging rights of a success?

Isolated in an alley, away from the preying eye of the Donquixote family, but certainly not isolated from the sounds of agony echoing from certain areas of the kingdom, you were left bruised and out of breath on the ground. Your palm was delicately covering the wound in your arm, while being careful enough to not apply to much unwanted pressure on it, your mouth was set agape, a position needed to allow several unsteady breaths to fall free from your lips in cascade. And although Dressrosa was moving under the rhythm of the cries of pain, the alley you and Zoro was stuck in was eerily silent, a form of silence imposed against your will, but perhaps was it because none of you knew what to say.

The wound was deep and blood was flowing a bit too freely out of the cut— you considered is a medal, Zoro saw it as a mark of inattention. His facial expression reflected almost too perfectly the vivid emotions rushing through his mind : a dash of sadness, a pang of guilt and a generous dose of anger. His brows were furrowed, teeth clenched, his eye never left your figure, he was hoping his stare alone could make you feel his rush of emotions.

« What the hell were you thinking? What’s wrong with you? You could have died if I hadn’t shown up at the right time! » Zoro barked, anger lacing his every word, you winced at the harsh tone of his voice.

« What the fuck was I supposed to do? Let you do all the dirty work and stand back in silence? Hell no! » You responded, with the same amount of volume and acerbity coating your voice.

« You knew damn well you couldn’t have beaten him on your own, why the hell do you have to be so reckless? » It was a rhetorical question coming from him, there was no answer, just the will to sting you where it hurt the most.

« Because I’m sick of you seeing me as some kind of person in distress, because I’m not! I had him right where I wanted and you let your savior complex get the best of you. I could have handled it on my own, I didn’t need you! » Now, now, talk about letting your emotions dictate your speech.

His eye widened in surprise, mostly because he was not expecting that such rage could have ever possibly takeover your wording, but he regained his composure almost immediately. His jaw felt tight as your haunting words kept repeating themselves over and over again in his head like a broken record.

« You don’t need me, hah? Fine by me, next time I’ll let you suffer on your own, and remember that you asked for it. »

Maybe you were right, maybe you didn’t need him. For the first time, he laid his eye elsewhere, he couldn’t muster the strength to look at you, nor stay close to you. And with that, Zoro had already made the decision to leave you in this alley.

Willing to mimic his actions and indirectly compete in this silent war of prides, you tried to get on your feet to go back to the Sunny. Your plan, however, did not match with the reality— as soon as you stood up, a cry of pain left your lips without warning, your knees gave up under the pressure and eventually you found your original position : sat on the floor. Zoro stopped abruptly in his tracks once this sound of torment connected to his eardrums. His pride yelled at him to continue on his way out, to leave you alone because you ‘didn’t need him’, but he was only a mere man to try resisting his pride.

« Don’t move, you can’t help being so damn reckless all the time, can you? » the anger lacing his words had faded away and instead, a hint of comfort replaced the former vivid emotion.

Zoro was back kneeling in front of you, his stare was once more focusing on you and you only, as it always has been. You, on the other one hand, couldn’t seem to gather enough strength to look elsewhere but on your wound, and oddly enough, the more you looked at it, the more it hurt. Why did it hurt? You ignored the real answer to the question, nonetheless, pearls of tears running down your cheeks, a sweet mixture of salt and guilty.

« Oi, oi, oi, what are you crying for? » You knew he didn’t mean to sound this harsh, but ‘Zoro’ and ‘delicate’ were oxymorons.

Your thumb was still brushing invisible forms near your wound, in a desperate attempt to ease the pain and distract yourself from Zoro’s acerbic words which had finally sunk in, it was similar to being caught in a whirlwind of pain without any escape. You couldn’t help these tears from falling free on your face, it was the aftermath of said whirlwind, and the consequences of regretting your poor choice of wording.

Zoro’s calloused fingers came right beneath your chin, forcing you to look elsewhere but on one of the many causes of your suffering, and instead, engage a new discussion. His attempt to earning an answer felt short against the deafening silence on your end, a silence, however, often broke by the sounds of your whimpers.

« I-… I shouldn’t have said that earlier. What I said about not needing you, I didn’t mean any of it. » You released a sigh you ignored you were holding, a manifestation that you felt a burden come off of your shoulders.

« Save your saliva and your breath, I got it. And even if you didn’t want my help, you’re not in a position to refuse my help right now.» A hint of a smirk was plastered upon his face as a sign of a silent victory against you.

Zoro was right, you had no choice but to give in to his help. His arms snaked around your knees and shoulders (while making sure not to enter in contact with your injured arm and let the wound free from any touch) and cradled your head against his chest in a modified version of a bridal carry. Perhaps, just perhaps, you should have accepted his offer to help you earlier on.

« Zoro? » You asked, your breath coming to crash against the skin of his torso.

« Mhm? »

« You’ve always been the person I needed, I was just afraid that you would get injured too. » A confession emanating from your heart, after all, you deemed this moment as the most adequate given the circumstances.

Said confession only comforted Zoro in the nature of the feelings he was holding in your regard, and also demonstrated that the nature of your anger was actually coming from a place of care and attention for him.

« I told you not to mention it. Besides, I’m never letting someone lay a finger on you ever again. » A victorious grin still plastered upon his facial features, this time, it wasn’t because he had won the argument against you, it was because he realized everything he had always wanted, everything he had always needed, was here in his arms.

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[madlymiho]

Hello and Merry Christmas!!! I hope you will have a wonderful holiday!!! So, could I have a headcanon of Law and Zoro when their S/O died (in like 4 minutes and their vivre card literally disappeared) but they somehow managed to come back to life miraculously? A bit hurt/comfort for my holiday needs, please.

Merry Christmas to you! 🌟 And yes I'll enjoy them! 😏❤️ Hopefully you as well!!

I have already written a headcanon with their reactions if their s/o dies, so I will be more focus on the aftermaths! 😅 More comfort than hurt! 😭

Christmas Event Day 23

Law :

• His palms on your chest, massaging it, are sweaty. He feels out of breath, all of his muscles so painful. Your heart has stopped beating for perhaps one minute and Law feels intensely desperate ; but he knows that he needs to react. He's a doctor. He has learnt to deal with these situations

• He yells orders at anyone who would interfer right now. His task is to save you and he won't allow anyone else to help him at the moment. You're the love of his life and you have to get back to life! He wants to scream at your face that you better not leave him right now, panicked, for sure but also confident in his skills

• With all of his knowledges, skills and power, Law manages to bring you back to life. He sees your chest coming up and down, and your wheezing breathing softly coming out of your nose. You're alive. He feels all of his strength leaving him... You're alive...

• Law doesn't want to push you around, but he needs to feel that you're perfectly awaken. Gently, he pulls you against his chest, all of his body quivering. He has been so afraid to lose you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and remains silent, burying his nose in your hair, unable to do anything else, as if he has forgotten every of his medical reflex

• Your smell, your warmness, your gentle touch when you finally understand that you're trapped against his body... Law prints it all in his mind. The traumatism would be real, but for once, he has been able to save the person he loves the most. Weakly, he presses a kiss on your hair, unable to find the words he wishes to tell you

• The night after that terrible accident, Law can't leave your side. He insists to always check on your heart, his stethoscope pressed against your chest, your eyes watching his worried features. It would be long before he would heal from that event, but you understand him so deeply

• Law decides to stay, pulling you into a tight hug while he lets himself go, crying in the safety of your intimacy. He rocks you and whispers how much he loves you, and how terrified he has been. He says so many words, he opens-up so much that you feel shattered as well, understanding the deepness of his love

• Law will never act the same with you. He makes a silent vow, that night, to always protect you, to do it better, but also to cherish you, love you, spend more time with you. You're the sun of his life and he refuses to ever lose you

Zoro :

• Zoro counts in his head. He counts and loses track of time, counting over and over again. He counts each time that Chopper is putting pressure on your chest, trying to reanimate you. He counts because it's the only way for him to remain sane

• He's able to deal with the most powerful enemies. He's able to dismember someone, to show great violence when it needs to be. But as soon as you have pressed your hand on your chest, saying weakly that you didn't feel so good... Zoro was nothing but a little boy watching his fate swallowing him

• During your reanimation, his emotions are numb. He doesn't hear anyone, he just... starts to pray somehow? He refuses to believe in any kind of god, any kind of superior being, but right now, right fucking now, he needs someone. Anyone. It feels stupid, but Zoro doesn't know what else to do

• When Chopper announces that he has a pulse, Zoro is literally struck by an electric salvo. Ugly tears, desperate screams, inaudible words... everything explode in a chaotic echo while he comes near you and cups your jawline. He curses so many words, quivering, stuttering... but he feels your heart. He feels it dammit!

• For once, he tries not to be brutal, Chopper remindind him that you're still very weak and need to rest. Zoro can't even see you properly through his tears, but as he bends down to kiss your forehead, he growls that you're just a stupid and reckless little idiot, making everyone very emotional to see him like this, exposing all of his love for you

• No one is allowed to touch you to bring you back on the Sunny. Severe and cold, Zoro walks without a word. He still has some difficulties to process with his feelings, and he needs to keep a bit of his composure because he's still a swordman after all. He looks after you everyday during your recovery, burning at ask Chopper if he can sleep with you soon...

• The day you finally join him in the nest, a soft smile on your lips, Zoro just silently drags you against his chest, closing his eyes, rubbing your shoulders. He's not good with words, nor feelings, but this time he wants you to understand how important you are. As he helps you laying on the bed, Zoro immediately circles your waist and kisses you, humming a soft but real "I love you" against your lips

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[bigskydreaming]

Uh.....if you mash together pre-Reboot and New 52 continuities the way we all just tend to do anyway, you know who would have just as much to say about Bruce resuscitating the Joker after Dick killed him in Last Laugh?

Duke. Who does the math and realizes, wait, the fucking clown was actually DEAD, like, game over, the world rid of the problem that is him and the shit he does....and Bruce...actively cancelled this out, whereas if he’d stopped his OWN kneejerk reactions long enough to realize that reviving the Joker wouldn’t erase what Dick had done or lessen Dick’s awareness that he’d crossed that line, literally all it would accomplish is to have all of that remain true WHILE bringing the Joker back into the world and thus creating more potential victims of his in the future?

Victims like....Duke’s parents.

Aka can someone please drag Bruce Wayne’s butt to therapy because his complete inability to bend or budge on the specific issue of killing has 

1) caused his eldest son no shortage of severely debilitating emotional issues all stemming from his deep-seated fear of losing his father’s love due to situations like with the Joker and with Blockbuster 

2) caused and perpetuated his continued estrangement from his second son, whose actual literal death was so devastating to Bruce he was in real danger of getting himself killed before Tim came along and yet upon his actual return from the grave, still took backseat to Bruce’s fixation on a rule he set FOR HIMSELF long ago, because it was always made fairly clear that Jason could have been persuaded to change his methods in regards to fighting all other crimes if Bruce could find a way to make an exception in regards to the Joker, who has hurt all of their family so often and so severely, and that’s not even getting into the shit with the Penguin in RHATO

3) contributed to his third son’s feelings of estrangement and not being deserving of a place in Bruce’s family, in the aftermath of Tim’s entirely understandable DESIRE to see his father’s murderer dead, without even Tim actually acting on it before earning Bruce’s judgment, and with a likely extension and continuation of this divide being evident in how opposed Tim is to going to Bruce for help whenever Ra’s pops up again to be all “I’m outside ur house in the bushes spying on u thru the window, will u join me in remaking the world in our - sorry that’s a lie, I meant my - image, plz check y/n,” because again quite understandably, Tim fears being caught in the middle of Ra’s and Bruce’s ideological war because he’s afraid of Bruce deciding its because Tim is more open to what Ra’s says than he actually is, and the conflicts that could arise from that

4) almost destroyed any chance of a healthy and loving relationship between he and his youngest son before they even got a chance to start one, due to his own issues with a past Damian had literally no ability to opt out of, even if he had been given alternative viewpoints to the morality of killing, as taught to him by the League - Damian was a ten year old child who could not be expected to have the resources to leave the League and their expectations for him, without help, even if he had previously been able to conceive of a way of life other than the one laid out for him from birth

5) I don’t even know where to start with Cass and the whole shit with Deathstroke and like....I just. Yeah

6) As noted at the start of the post, had Bruce simply not intervened to resuscitate the Joker, like didn’t even need to kill him himself, like if he had simply NOT BROUGHT HIM BACK TO LIFE (like and people wonder why Dick was so convinced Bruce would judge him for not stepping between Blockbuster and a bullet to save that villain’s life when not even a year prior, Bruce had established the precedent that apparently in his mind, if there was even a possibility of resuscitating an already dead villain with a body count like the Joker’s, that was apparently what needed to be done)....but like....no Joker after the Last Laugh, no Jokerized Thomases a few years later....not to mention how that could have altered the chain of events that unfolded with Jason’s return and attempt to get Bruce to kill someone who would now already be dead.

Like....Bruce. Buddy. Pal. This vow you made - again, for YOURSELF - to never kill in any scenario, because YOU were afraid that YOU wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from doing it again, and again and again...it might have been born from a place of good intentions, but the stringent, utterly inflexible way you apply it to your own family, with zero allowance for context, let alone exceptions, is actively hurting them in any number of ways, AND HAS BEEN FOR YEARS.

You need to get some nuance. Nobody’s saying YOU yourself have to go out and start gunning people down, but there have to be room for more opinions on this than just yours...especially when it comes to the choices OTHER people make on this matter, for born of THEIR moral compasses. Your moral compass has allowed you to give yourself a pass on some pretty fucked up things, so you need to just NOT, with the whole treating it as the be all and end all of Right and Wrong.

I mean in my professional opinion, of course.

Also also also, I would just like to point out that another factor that in my mind, makes the Last Laugh story and the fact that Dick DID in fact cross that line once and kill someone, even if they were later revived.....

This is important, and potentially central to SO MANY of the internal conflicts within the Batfamily, most of them between Bruce and various of his children....

BECAUSE IT DISPROVES BRUCE’S FEAR OF THE SLIPPERY SLOPE IN REGARDS TO KILLING BEING LIKE...A UNIVERSAL LIKELIHOOD, RATHER THAN JUST A PERSONAL FEAR BASED ON HIS OWN SELF-AWARENESS.

Bruce’s entire thesis about never killing even once, even with someone like a Joker, is because he believes once you start down that road, you’re never going to stop....with him frequently shown as seeing Jason and his actions as proof of that basic premise....because ultimately, like with the Penguin, its like even when Jason has gone a long time without killing anyone, Bruce is convinced that its only a matter of time before he breaks his promises or finds another ‘exception’ he feels he can justify....because again, Bruce so often fixates on this idea that there IS no stopping. With it being very easy to see how this also extends at times to concerns about Damian and the possibility of him killing again, given his own past.

But when you take Last Laugh into account.....and acknowledge the fact that Dick has killed as a bigger deal than the comics or most fics have ever really allowed it to be....

Suddenly you have to take into account that yes, Dick has killed once...

AND ONLY ONCE.

Years and years and years ago....and never done it since. 

And that’s a potential GAME-CHANGER for so very freaking many of the conflicts that keep their entire family so divided....because so many of them are sprung from this one central source.....which is based on this one specific fear Bruce has for himself and has since applied to all of his children as well....

To such an extent that when one of his children crossed this line for the first time....BRUCE HAD TO UNDO IT.

Even though Bruce said at the time he resuscitated the Joker so that Dick could live with himself, not have to live with having killed a man and what that might do to him.....Dick still had to live with himself, still had to live with having killed a man! It very much informed his character moving forward, was a central part of his fears in situations even tangentially similar, like with Blockbuster. Bringing back the Joker didn’t actually change ANYTHING for Dick, other than....render all that kinda meaningless, because he had to work through the emotional issues of having killed a villain....who didn’t even stay dead, and continued to kill and ruin lives.

Nope, I maintain in actuality, Bruce resuscitated the Joker so that HE could live with what Dick had done, not have to live with one of his sons having broken the vow that was so important to Bruce himself, and what that might do to him, Bruce...and his relationship with Dick, or even just his ability to continue to have a relationship with Dick. He was driven to ‘reverse’ what Dick had done, IMO, so that HE didn’t have to face it, could in time pretend that it hadn’t really happened, it didn’t count, his world order was still intact.

And that’s a level of denial that’s actually pretty damn characteristic for Bruce in a lot of ways.....and IMO, the real source of so much of his conflict with his children.

Because then once Jason came along and already had eight heads in a duffel bag by the time Bruce realized who the Red Hood really was.....it was too late for Bruce to do anything about it, to stop reality from crashing straight through every barrier Bruce tried to throw in the way to keep from having to face the moral quandary of one of his children (that he so often saw himself in) taking the step that he’d so definitively feared ever taking.

Its not that Bruce was able to ‘forgive’ Dick for killing the Joker that one time, and not the times Jason has killed, because Bruce loves Dick more.

Its because Bruce DIDN’T forgive Dick for it. HE DID HIS BEST TO PRETEND IT NEVER EVEN HAPPENED.

And the reason that didn’t happen with Jason....was because it was never even an option. By the time Bruce was confronting his son as JASON.....instead of a mysterious masked vigilante....there was zero possibility of reframing this in his mind or undoing any of it like he tried to do when he resuscitated the Joker.

Bruce’s vow is all well and good for him....but the thing he’s never faced, because he’s afraid to face it, afraid it could permanently destroy his connections with his family....is that he doesn’t get to make that choice for his children. That it doesn’t make them terrible people to feel differently about the importance of not even allowing a man as destructive as the Joker to die, in large part based on their having entirely different life experiences than Bruce himself, that lead them to feel differently on specific matters like this one.

And I think the most effective starting place for that dialogue, that confrontation, realization....is for BRUCE to face what Dick did all those years ago, AND the fact that in Dick’s case, history has NOT repeated itself since.....that Dick truly did kill a man, kill the Joker, in every way that mattered....and HE’S STILL DICK GRAYSON. The person he was didn’t change, not fundamentally, not in the ways that matter so much to Bruce on every other level. Killing the Joker didn’t make Dick a killer, other than in the specific context of that specific situation.

And that to me, is such an important conversation to have within the construct of the Batfamily and their interconnected conflicts, a confrontation that could actually force Bruce to start shifting his perspective in regards to his CHILDREN’S choices, not necessarily his own....and with that ultimately spreading into each of the individual conflicts Bruce has with his various kids, and allowing for some actual PROGRESS to be made on those fronts, instead of it always just being the same old fight, with them all endlessly running in circles.

[evapunk333]

Confession/Confession-Confessional Sex (NSFW)

For @ghostbcfandomevents. I strongly recommend that you do read my ongoing FanFic if you want to know more about the characters...but if you just want smut..that's fine too. But here's the link if you want to read that first..

"Forgive me Cardinal for I have sinned, and it was not one of the good ones. It's been…uh..shit, I guess about 6 months since my last confession. Probably too long, but what I did this time was really bad." The Sister delayed telling him, it was hard for her to say.

"Your Cardinal can't forgive you if you don't tell me child."

"Yes, of course. Sorry. Uh, well..what I did was not tell a lover of mine about a previous lover that I was still seeing, well 2 previous lovers I was still seeing if you want to get technical about it."

"This is a grievous sin my child. Even if people call our Lord Satan, The Great Deceiver, he values honesty, even if it does hurt."

"Yes, I am aware. But it's not like I deliberately tried to deceive anyone. I was just waiting for the right time, and I guess time got away from me. Plus, I was not sure of my feelings for my newest lover until now. But now I realize that I care for him SO much. And I'm SO sorry for not realizing I was being so stupid! So please Cardinal, I beg of you, can you forgive me?"

Tears started to well up in her eyes. She could hear a sigh coming from the other side of the thin wall. Suddenly, the door to the wall opened. She quickly ducked over to the other side and prostrated herself at the feet of the seated Cardinal and began to cry in his lap.

"Please Copia, forgive me. I didn't know that Dewdrop would get so incredibly jealous. I figured that he would understand eventually since he knows I love him too. I'm just SO sorry he hit you." She looked up at Copia and noticed his bruised nose and slight scratches on his face. She knew that he had a black eye as well, but it was hard to see under the paint around his eyes.

Copia just looked at her not quite knowing what to say. But he knew that he hated to see her in tears, practically begging for his forgiveness.

"I don't know Gwyn. I can forgive Dew for his impulsiveness, but why did you not tell me? Or him for that matter?"

"I don't know, I knew I would eventually but just kept putting it off. I guess I was just afraid. Afraid you wouldn't be ok with sharing me with your 2 guitarists. Afraid Dew would break up with me. Afraid you wouldn't understand that I still had feelings for you even if I did also have feelings for Aether and Dew. Ugh…I just fucked up! I'm so stupid to have let it go on this long! I just don't want to choose..I want all of you. Please don't make me choose..."

She put her head in his lap again. Copia ran his hand over her head to calm her. He also didn't quite know what to feel. He could tell she was sorry for what she had done, but he didn't really envy the thought of sharing her with 2 other people. This was completely new territory for him. However, the thought of not having her around hurt far more than knowing he had to share his time with her. He knew what he had to do.

"Tesoro, look at me please."

Gwyn followed his command and looked up at him. Her eyes were red and tears still streamed down her face. Copia took her face in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away some of her tears.

"I will not make you choose. But I cannot guarantee that this will work. However, I care for you too deeply to lose you." Copia sighed again, "so..your Cardinal forgives you."

Gwyn was so ecstatic that she almost squealed as she hopped up onto Copia's lap and wrapped her legs around him. Copia grunted at the sudden weight he was not prepared for.

"Oh Copia, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She proceeded to kiss him all over his face amidst her expressions of gratitude. Copia tried to kiss her back when he could, but her lips were moving around on his face so much that he could only make awkward attempts. Finally, when he'd had enough, he stopped her face with his hands and kissed her properly. As the kiss lengthened, he noticed that she was grinding her hips into his groin. He could feel himself harden a little due to the friction.

He broke away from the kiss, "Gwyn, what are you doing. We cannot do this here."

"Why not?"

She went back to kissing him and grinding her hips into him. It was starting to drive Copia a little insane.

He broke away from the kiss again, "Because I still have confessions to take."

"No you don't. I waited until everyone was gone. We're alone." She went back to kissing him again while unbuttoning her habit dress to get it more easily over her head.

Copia stopped the kiss again, "Are you positive?"

"Sweet Satan, yes!"

She kissed him again, but this time Copia didn't kiss back, he just did his best to speak with her mouth on his.

"Gwyn, we really shouldn't do this here. What if someone comes back and hears us?"

She stopped and gave him a glaring, annoyed look.

"Cardinal Copia!, please do not make me wait. I waited all day to apologize to you and I've also spent most of the day worried I might never get to see you again. I need you so bad right now!"

She stared at him with the biggest doe eyes and most pouty bottom lip that he had ever seen on her.

"Please?"

Needless to say, Copia caved…

He shrugged his shoulders in acceptance and went back to kissing her while unbuttoning his cassock. Gwyn finally removed her habit dress, she was wearing nothing underneath. Copia also didn't bother with wearing much of anything under his cassock today so once his arms were free, he only needed to pull the rest down over his knees, a process that was aided by the Gwyn. Once disrobed, Copia's cock throbbed between the two of them. Gwyn wasted no time and immediately mounted herself on him. They both let out a guttural moan at the feeling of finally becoming one.

"Fuck, you were not kidding."

Gwyn wrapped her arms around his neck for leverage and lifted herself up and down in his lap. "I missed you so much Copia."

Copia gripped her ass in his hands and squeezed, his hips thrusted to meet her every motion.

"I missed you too tesoro."

Gwyn moaned deeply when he spoke, "Fuck I love it when you call me that!"

Copia grinned at her and drove into her deeper, her pace quickened on top of him. The chair Copia sat in creaked dangerously, like it might fall apart any second. Realizing that they were putting too much stress on the chair, Copia made a decision.

"Wait, ugh..stop."

Gwyn stopped, but was confused since she was getting so close to what she needed. Copia lifted her off of him and they both stood up as best they could in the small space. He bid her to bend over the chair and grab ahold of the ledge behind it while he stood behind her. He entered her again, but this time he set the pace of their lovemaking. He was slow and methodical, reaching as far as he could inside her and backing all the way out to leave her aching for more. To make sure that her clit was not abandoned, he bent over her back and reached around her waist. His fingers slipped between her lips easily and he found what he was looking for. As he thrusted inside her, his fingertips worked on her engorged clit, playing it like one of his Ghoul's played guitar. With his other hand, he cupped her breast and felt the hardness of her nipple against his palm. He allowed the sensitive nub to rub gently against his hand as they moved in rhythm.

With multiple erogenous zones stimulated, he could feel her tighten around him. He moved faster, sweat dripping from his brow at the exertion. Soon a strained noise escaped her lips and her hand slapped harshly against the wall of the confessional. He could feel her stomach clench and then her entire body went slack.

Copia knew it was his turn now. He put both hands on her hips and pounded into her relentlessly. Gwyn whimpered, but Copia continued chasing his release. As he dug his fingers into her hips, he could feel his thighs ache. But then finally the wave washed over him and he spilled all of his love inside her.

In the aftermath, his knees nearly buckled but he steadied himself on Gwyn's back who was still bending over in front of him. Once recovered, he kissed her back and stood up, as did Gwyn. She turned around to face him and they kissed again, this time much more languidly. When the kiss was over, they both just stood there naked holding each other. They were both sweaty and hot in the cramped space, and their skin stuck together. But none of that really mattered because neither of them really wanted to let the other go. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Copia spoke up, "Now how on earth are we going to fix your relationship Dewdrop?"

[the-shield-of-infinity-writing]

Whatever it takes... (Request)

Prompt: Would you be able to write a Loki x Reader based on the song whatever it takes by Lifehouse? -thegothicdancer

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Note: Sadness, Angst with a happy ending, I don’t own the song Whatever it takes by the Lifehouse, please note that the italic words are modified versions of the lyrics, or the actually lyrics, thank you.

Words: 1390

Requested by: @thegothicdancer

(Y/N) and Loki stood together in their room in silence. The fight they had not even an hour ago still hung heavily between the two as the spoke not a word to each other. Secrets had been made, promises had be broken, no reason to stay, yet here she stood trying her damnedest to fight for him. Loki’s heart clenched, he hadn’t known the secrets would hurt her in such a way, thought he was protecting her from the worry. He did the opposite and made her worry more, because he was always pulling away, always hiding behind himself, his facade. She had so many reasons to walk out that door, people telling her to leave him, telling him that nothing good could come from him, yet she ignored it all.

Everything was crashing down around Loki and it terrified him, staring at her beautiful face as broken flashed across her face, making permanent residence on her features. The moment that sob left her lips it hurt to breathe for Loki, watching as the one person he thought to be strong breaking apart before him. He felt like he was actually dying, everything hurt, but he couldn’t step forward and hold her. Fear had consumed him and he was afraid to touch her after everything he’s done, but it was her. She stepped forward, she was the one who made this relationship move forward when her arms wrapped around him. Suddenly he could breathe again as this warmth surrounded his entire body causing him to tremble from the force.

She buried her face onto his chest before gripping onto the leather material on his back, clinging to him as if he was the last lifeline and she was drowning. He could feel her trembling in his arms as his teeth gritted together behind his lips, hatred for himself bubbling in his stomach. She was pleading to him, babbling how much she loved him, how much she need him in her life, how he was everything to her. He ceased her into a kiss so he couldn’t let her speak anymore, unable to handle the words, the whimpers and sobs that wracked through her body. She immediately responded before she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer, trying to feel as close to him as possible, trying to become one being instead of two.

“If we're going to move forward and make all of this, you and I, work. You have to let me inside your heart, body, and mind even when it hurts, because I love you. And don't you dare hide the broken parts of everything that I need to see, they are a part of you. Like it or not, Loki. That’s the way it's got to be.You have got to love yourself if you can ever love me truly and deeply.” She finally spoke after what felt like centuries of silence as Loki stared at her. “I told you that I am with you until the end of time. That I don’t care what you were, or what you are now so long as you put trust in me.” She said cupping his face as his eyes fluttered for a moment, burning with unshed tears of pain, agony, and abandonment.

“I shall do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t feel this way ever again.” He whispered before bring his hand up over her own. “You better.” She whispered back. He knew that she deserved so much more than him, deserved the world bending over backwards. She wasn’t much, just a simple girl who worked at a newspaper company to pay rent, and earn a living. She wasn’t superpowered, wasn’t trained in the art of defending, wasn’t anything but herself, (Y/N). Loki didn’t want her any other way, didn’t want anyone else, because she was everything he wanted and more. She was always understanding, always smiling and full of hope, always the life of the party in his life.

She was the only one who believed in him when he joined the side of good, when he tried to change for the better, for her. She was with him every step of the way, never gave up on him when he fell back into a state of destruction. She would hold him in the aftermath of the terror, cradle his head in her arms as she softly rocked back and forth waiting for the tremors of doubt pass through him. He didn’t understand why she stayed, didn’t understand why she wouldn’t leave him like everyone else had. “I stay here, because I want you to know that not everyone is going to leave you. I want you to know that someone loves you and wants to be with you no matter what happens.” She whispered to him as an answer. “I’m a monster.” He countered.

“You are so much more than what you think of yourself. You see everything in black and white. I want to show you the colors of the world if you’d open your heart to me.” She whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. They somehow had ended up on the floor of her apartment, it was a mess from the argument that had caused them to throw things around, but never was it aimed at the other. No matter how upset they were, they could never lay a harsh hand upon the other and mark them, unless the markings were made from love. “Can… Can we maybe start all of this over?” Loki asked as she looked up to him. “What do you mean?” She asked frowning softly worried that he was going to ask her to leave, or something along those lines.

“Can we just forget tonight happened? I promise I won’t hide anything from you anymore.” He whispered when she looked into his eyes. “Loki, I’m not saying you can’t have secrets, but if they are affecting you this way, and you think it’s better if I don’t know. Don’t. Don’t think that, because that answer is wrong.” She felt the ache in her chest that had finally dulled grow like a burning baseball going up into her throat. It was hard to swallow, hard to swallow the fact that he tore himself apart, because he believed it was benefiting her. Yet it wasn’t. It wasn’t helping anyone, or anything in their relationship as Loki nods numbly. His eyes looked tired, but they also looked relieved that he didn’t have to hide from her anymore.

“I know that I’ve let you down… and I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry.” He whispered feel the mask that he’s hid behind for so long cave and fall from his face. Tears poured down his face as a sob clawed his way from his throat when she immediately pulled him against her. His face was buried into her shoulder as the material of her shirt soaked away the sorrow, the pain, and the hurt that he let out. “I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I’m so sorry.” He bit his lip trying to stop the sobs, but it burned that much more inside his chest. “I’m here. I’m not leaving, I love you so much Loki.” She whispered as he held her tightly against him, afraid if he’d let go she would disappear forever. “I… I love you so much as well.” He whispered, for what felt like the first time.

(Y/N) brushing back his hair as he watched her in silence, wondering how she could handle being with him. “You’re thinking again.” She comments frowning as his face flusters not only from tears, but from embarrassment of breaking down in front of her. “Loki?” She asked as he swallowed looking up to her when she smiles. “Stop thinking that I don’t want to be with you, stop thinking that I don’t love you, and that I am here out of pity. For once in your life accept that someone wants you, someone needs you. Let me be here for you.” She said as a smile spread across his face before he leaned his forehead against hers before he let out a small chuckle seeing her smiling at him. “Whatever it takes my dear… Whatever it takes.” He said before he kissed her slow and passionately.

Author’s Note: I loved writing this so much! It was so fun and I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you Thegothicdancer for the request! :D 

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SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY

She didn’t have many people in her life that might understand her knuckles smacking into them. Half the reason for striking out was the hope that Worth would be one of them. If not, the secondary hope was just that they’d work out enough energy that she could figure out the words in the aftermath.

She’d tried to give Charlie words, but they all sounded stupid and lacked...something vital.

Her anger expressed in her swings seemed far more livid.

Not knowing about the changes of his used up rune, she came at him directly. Having already decided that she would still be pulling back on punches, merely a little less. And that she would be doing actual harm up into the point where he’d lose. She’d done that enough. Was how she approached most conflicts with enemies and frenemies alike.

Found Worth in the clinic from behind him and got one hand on the back of his shirt and the other on his waistband. Picking him right up off his feet and sending him tumbling hard out into the hall.

“You weren’t listening!”

After he’d found out what the rune’s effects were, he’d almost instantly decided to seek out Devang. At some point. But first he wanted to find something to fucking drink. None of the usual intoxication had come with this rune and he was still hungover, needing just a little hair of the dog to get him through the rest of the day. And then he’d go find Devang and see if she still wanted to tussle. So that’s how she found him, kneeling in front of the bathroom cabinet under the sink and rummaging around in there.

He hadn’t flown in a long time. So there was that. Kinda nice, except for the landing. But being picked up and bodily thrown like that just added to the feeling of being powerless. Like a little kid who could easily be pushed around and lectured to. And that’s what she was trying to do right now, he knew. “Teach” him something. Worth was probably one of the people who could look past her fists and her anger and see something else, but right now he didn’t want to confront what he saw.

He rolled around onto his knees and staggered back up. Brushed himself off and shot her a glance over his shoulder.

“Was listenenin’ fine. Ya think m’dumb for doin’ this. Got it. Noted.”

Devang put a fist right through the doorframe on her way out the bathroom after him. No. That was not what she was telling him. That is not what she was thinking. He wasn’t listening. He wasn’t hearing anything.

Lips had peeled away from teeth again. Nose crinkled and a matching snarl of frustration coming out of her.

“Wrong.” Not yet realizing that he’d gotten up a little easily for someone just bodily tossed.

His eyes rolled and he grumbled out an exasperated sigh. “Ugh, christ. Fine then. Wut ya sayin’.” Strode right up to her and got in her space, which was a dumb thing to do for basically anybody but God, and crossed his arms. Wasn’t afraid. He’d like to think he wouldn’t have been afraid even without a rune based steroid injection, because it wasn’t like Devang would ever REALLY hurt him. Kind of annoying, but it gave him a further feeling of safety.

“Well? All ears, luv.”

If she could fit the words together, she would have told him. In that usual well worded manner she had when the jigsaw of them actually matched edges enough to do so. Right now they were all corner pieces. All of them.

The son of a bitch was arrogant and he was blindly letting it happen. Playing right into Pride’s damn hand and asking for belly rubs. And!!! There was more. Ways to tell him that. To communicate and help give him some anchor words--BUT!!! EVERYTHING WAS BUZZING AND crackling and smashing and darting and spinning and sudden redirects and very little came together. Her mind was one of those scribbly line ball thought bubbles in comic books.

That left her with butting her forehead into the bridge of his nose. Fuck. You. You overconfident ball of assetry. You’re going to hear me in the snap of your cartilage.

Unfortunately, that told him nothing. If he’d had a second to sit down and think. If he could have found something to drink and maybe had a night or two to mull it over, he’d have probably come to the understanding that she was upset about more than just a poor choice in character on his part. That she wasn’t just trying to police his actions and warn him about some danger he didn’t think existed. But he wasn’t even close to that yet.

He was angry too, and now in awful pain as his nose went to the left and stayed there under the force of the impact. He touched his fingers to the blood on his upper lip and stared at it, absolutely no logical thought running through his brain other than indignation. Feelings actually kind of hurt and responding to it by twisting into stronger anger.

But you know what? That was fine. That was better than fine. If she wanted to fight some more, he’d play. Maybe this time it would be actually fair. He looked back up at her, eyes as cold as their icy blue color.

“Devang.” He let go of the nickname without even realizing it. “Yer not sayin’ anythin’ new, ya know. An’ I don’t think ya really wanna do this.” The words were a challenge, a warning, and a ghost of his true self all in one. Worth was always game for some light punches and dirty fighting, but true violence just wasn’t in him. He had no need or want for it. But right now he’d be willing to use it. And that alone was a red flag that he should have noticed right off the bat.

“One knock out doesn’t make you an undisputed champ, Quincy.” She wasn’t doing this to play patty-cake. Tension in her arms and shoulders. Knees already slightly bent and balance rooted. Except for a sideways stagger of her body that would have been the smarter angle of stance. Rather keeping straight on and squaring off with him. A bit required when they were in the same height bracket.

“oH WOW ya know wUT????” He swung a quick right fist at Devang’s face, nothing about his movement strategic or thought out, just fueled by pure INSULT. Behind that punch was the force of his newly acquired strength, and absolutely no amount of holding back. Part of him was curious to see if he’d crack a cheekbone. The other part just wanted to show her. He deserved some respect goddammit.

She was not at all prepared for that amount of force to get transferred out of his fist and into her face. She had tough bones, but that was enough to knock her down when unprepared. Put a fracture in the cheekbone and took her a moment to proCESS what just happened from the ground. Working on getting back up on her elbow as that process happened around a pretty blinding amount of momentary pain.

Thankfully her biology lightly splinted the fracture enough that it couldn’t, at least, get worse without getting hit in the same place again. Would delay swelling.

Starting to realize he just hit her like a supernatural person and not a human with experience. Which was going to result in a secondary realization next.

It was really sick but the sight of her on the ground and just fucking confused made him feel… slightly better. Not completely, since he didn’t actually want to HURT her but hopefully this made her understand a little better. After all, sometimes Devang just got in a space where only violence made any noise. What could he really say, anyway? To make her understand he needed to show her.

“Gettin’ th’ picture, luv? Ya gotta trust me on these things. I don’t lie.” He had an urge to outright kick her when she was down, but managed to fight against it. He wasn’t cruel or anything. He also had a very strong urge to offer her a hand up.

Fought against that too.

Hoho. Hohoooo. That second realization hit like a quick toke on an opium pipe. Eyes going from wide in confusion to narrow in anger that wasn’t being held in check anymore. Getting feet back under her and standing.

“It ain’t my ears that ain’t hearin’. It ain’ my heart that ain’t trustin’. It ain’ my tongue tha’s lyin’.” Words were building up with the violent energy trying to crawl out of her throat at the same time. Started to laugh in a low rasp. Straight out a graveyard fog. Stance completely different from the first. Sideways and hands up in a general position. Neither fisted nor flat.

“Try that again, lover-mine. Pride won’t have two halves of your fucking arrogance to glue together when I’m done with you.” Let’s go, Mister I’m-Big-League-Now.

He had absolutely no idea what the fuck she was talking about there, and it wasn’t just because her speech had slurred a bit. It was like a part of his brain just shut off, the part that usually so intuitive. Them were fightin’ words as far as he was concerned, and that was all he cared about right now.

“Oh please.” He went for her throat this time. Partly because he knew it was a spot that would cause significant damage from just a punch, and partly because it was her WORDS that were stoking the fire in him. Knuckles going straight for the fleshy part of her throat under his chin, where he’d put so much care into marking not too long ago.

Worth wanted All-Out Devang. He got All-Out Devang. She was in stance. She was keen minded and prepared. His knuckles smacked into the meaty part of a palm, and it smarted, but it didn’t get her throat as hopped. Worse than that, she brought her other palm in an upward blow into the back of his elbow. If it didn’t pop it into the wrong 90 degree angle then it would at least strain it into feeling that way. She could follow up the blow with another, but refrained to some degree still.

She didn’t want him dead. Just hurting. And listening.

“Don’t be so chaste, this isn’t a first date.” Admonished his choice of attack. Giving him a push with the captured fist to stagger him back a step once more.

It almost snapped his arm upwards at the elbow, but the tension he held against her palm ended up saving the limb from bending beyond the point of no return. It still sent a lightning rod of pain down his forearm and made his pinkie and ring finger numb, but he grit his teeth and stubbornly kept that fist in her grasp. In fact he forced his fingers through the spaces between her own and clasped their hands together fully, so that when he yanked back on his semi-injured arm he could yank her closer along with it. Turning slightly and catching her with his knee with the momentum of that pull, aiming as close to the solar plexus as he could get with his bony leg.

“Aw, didn’t know ya were so eager! Hope ya brought protection, luv.”

At the same time he was going to try and twist that wrist he held, same direction as his body. Sharp and sudden like a doorknob that wouldn’t budge. It would be impressive if he had some sort of a plan in mind but it all came down to him feeling damn good at the strength in his arms. It was something he’d never gotten the chance to experience before and it was… fucking intoxicating. Just being able to lock hands with Devang and look her straight in the fact instead of being thrown back was worth it all.

And he wanted to keep going, whether he disarmed her or disabled her.

 Getting the wind knocked out of her was not an uncommon feeling. It hurt for a few second flash and would hurt in a dull throb of surface pain after, but a short coughed inhale that didn’t exhale and hunch didn’t stop her from hooking free arm under that leg at the knee while it was up there.

Saved her from the wrist twist which would have been difficult to salvage. She pulled up on the knee and and then forward enough to get him completely out of control of his balance. Swallowing back a need to dry heave when her diaphragm kicked back into order. And dropped weight that got transferred to the leg she was holding.

Didn’t think he was flexible enough to not feel pain from doing a sudden full split on the ground like a seasoned cheerleader.

She would have thought wrong about his flexibility, but only when it didn't include being forcefully driven to the floor in a painful strain on his groin and inner thigh. He cried out and retaliated by grabbing the back of her head and pulling with all his strength plus a little more fueled by anger and pain. Let's make her nose just as crooked and shattered as his was.

Meanwhile his leg was a bit stuck in that position because wow.

Devang didn’t expect the grab on her head on the way down.  Hitting her knees hard and going wherever those arms decided her head needed to go. Unexpected and fast tended to mean pain, however.

YUP pain was the name of the game. And honestly it probably would have looked downright hilarious if the circumstances weren't so awful. Worth doing an impromptu split on the floor and driving Devang's face right down into his upturned knee. Even though it wasn't bent it was still a knee. And bony as hell, just like the rest of him.

This whole mix of posture was ridiculous and she couldn’t really make it not ridiculous from the floor like that. So she came up with her head holding her nose and giving him a really dirty sort of stare to the face. Why did he have to make EVERYTHING ridiculous???

Listen whether he was possessed by a hell artifact or being Prideful as fuck, he was still Worth. There was no getting around that ladies and gentlemen, and his true self shone through as he took in the way she was looking at him. Breaking up his anger with a few chuckling breaths through his own crooked teeth, unable to help the smug little shit eating grin.

"C'mon Vangers. Give it up. I don't go down easily to begin wi'." Kind of easing his legs back into a more natural position under him instead of rooting for the home team. "Wut are ya tryin' to prove anyway?"

“I ain’ provin’ nothin’. Yer not hearin’!” Yelling, half muffled, from under that hand pressed to her nose. Shoving him hard with her free hand in the chest. He’d. Managed to break up some of her own anger, but she was still mad!!! And her brain was still buzzing and disjointed. She was trying! Like she told Charlie!

Didn’t seem to mean anything to anyone,

"Much as I love gettin' m'ass beat from time to time, this ain't exactly th' way to explain weird fuckin' feelings that don't make any sense." Which was??? Not even true???? And he heard the words coming out of his mouth and didn't fully believe them but honestly fuck her. And he shoved her back just drive that point home. She couldn't ever just be simple. She always had to be some goddamn enigma wrapped up in a sudoku puzzle dipped in three layers of mental illness and trauma and he just wanted--

Well, he wasn't sure. He wanted her to just trust that he could handle himself, or at least that's what his brain was telling him. And it was more thought than had been able to get through his anger in the past five minutes so... at least there was that. Even if it was just a prideful shadow of his true feelings.

Both hands got behind the next shove. Snarl back.

“Ya eatin’ yer own fuckin’ tail!” More yelling. Blood running from nose and onto lips, flecking the words some, but whatever. Not important. Following up with another simplified punch to his face. “I see too far so stop lookin’ at tha end of yer own nose!”

His head rocked back with the punch and, simplified or not, he was now sporting a bit of a split lip himself. A few of those words actually sinking in a little. Probably because they were more simple? Eating your own tail. He understood that. End of your nose.

Or maybe it was the repeated blows to the head.

He furrowed his brow in some mix of confusion and disgust. Let out another derisive laugh. "Wut, are ya worried 'bout me that much??? Scared I'll destroy myself if I don't realize wut's ~~~really~~~ goin' on?" He was mocking it, yeah, but least it made more sense and had more meaning to him than ‘doN T bE STUPid punchpunch’.

The knuckles of her offending hand were getting a swirling sort of grainy quality. She didn’t want him dead, no. Couldn’t it him with a Diablo Punch, but she could hit him with a less dangerous and overpowering version of it that had no name and had never actually been used before it was thrown at Worth. It’s an energy enhance blow. A solid force of its own that wouldn’t be much impeded by a standard block and would travel forward a good six inches in any direction forward from the initial impact of the fist. It’s more of an extension of force and momentum than anything.

Stop. Laughing.

“Ya already don’!”

WELP. It got him to shut up a second or two. Knocking him backwards off his knees and sending him skidding over the floor of the floor of the clinic. Arms and legs splayed out as he lay in a short daze and pieced together why he was seeing stars without her even touching him. Took him a minute but he remembered. Maybe he should have asked for telekenetic powers too. Then again he never really asked for anything *specifically*.

He lay there and actually thought for a second. Already didn't... what? Oh, yeah, realize the enormity of whatever danger she was so urgently warning him of. Huh.

She.

Might have a point.

Through everything was the fact that he'd always trusted her. Even after she killed Charlie he'd still had faith in her, and that was too firm a foundation to just be washed away completely. But.

But!!!

He was gonna give her the finger from the floor anyway.

Because reasons. Wasn't fully ready to accept it yet.

Sat right back down on her heels. Somehow satisfied by the flashing of middle finger. Now her face hurt and the noise was quieter. The snow on a TV screen instead of some milling mass of locusts eating all her thoughts and words. Back to mostly just wanting to die.

“Didja hafta break my cheekbone?” Anger out of her voice and replaced with a certain sort of dry lethargy and grim resignation. Felt like she’d been heard and what he did next was his own informed decision. One way or another.

Stare having fallen down to the palms resting on her knees loosely.

And that's what ended up sinking some remorse into him. That quiet, reserved tone that didn't ask him to beg for forgiveness just simply asked if he'd *had* to. And... no. No, really hadn't. This all had been completely unnecessary, even more than the average hobo fight between drunks in the alley by his clinic. He sat himself up after another moment and rubbed his head like he was waking up from a bad hangover. It wasn't just a hangover though and he wasn't... fully woken up.

Just wasn't all that angry anymore. Frustrated and sad and a little disgusted with the whole thing. Devang being angry he could deal with. His pride has a very quick and dirty answer to anger. Guilt, and the feeling that maybe he COULD have been wrong, was harder to deal with. Pride wanted to deny it all together but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He might be wrong and he might have fucked up more than just her cheekbone.

Might have.

He sighed into his hand and wiped some blood off his chin. He'd ask why she DIDN'T break his bones but he knew the answer to that. "Cuz yer in th' runnin' against me for biggest dick?"

“‘Ready know my dick’s bigger. E’en when I dun haffun.” Some of that was an actual roughly Scottish sounding accent under all the broken nose slurs. Finally lifted hands with some effort of will, not for actual exhaustion so much as mental sorts, to start snapping nose bones back into alignment enough for her that natural splinting to take place. Wasn’t too bad of a displacement so she managed it before her vision tried to tunnel too much.

"Pretty sure that bringin' size up is a great way to get punched in th' dingo." Yeah he just called her private parts a dingo. What OF IT? But yeah, he wasn't going to go down that endless spiral of measuring contests. Not today, anyway.

He scrunched up his nose as he heard the bones snap back into place. "Eugh. Ya know that's... that's pretty fuckin' disturbin'. Jus' watchin' ya do that." Specifically because he should have been doing that, and that thought was an uncomfortable mixture of pride and guilt together.

His own nose was pretty loosely set from before, and he reached up to touch it gingerly. Winced and decided to focus on smoking instead. That is, if they were done wailing on each other. He was mostly done. Even managed to drain a lot of the nastiness out of his voice.

"Ya sound like Johnny Depp tryin' to play th' Mad Hatter by th' way." Well, most of the nastiness.

Smacked a fist, now done with her nose, into one end of a well placed floorboard. Knocking it downward and sending the other end up into the underneath of his chin. Look. She’ll keep beating you up. Just not nearly as hard.

Cranky despite the overall calm down. Going to stand after hitting the floorboard.

The floorboard knocked his cigarette out of his mouth in the middle of him trying to light it, and lit up a whole new spark of anger in him. Ripped that floorboard right out and knocked her in the side with it like a big old baseball bat LOOK HE WILL STILL BEAT YOU UP TOO.

“WELL YA DO????????? CHRIST.”

Two things broke, the board a couple ribs. FuCKiNG HEll. She doubled over a bit and hacked one hell of a couple coughs. Holding the side and bracing other hand to her knee. Needed a fucking second for that one.

She’d get him back in a moment. Small timeout, maybe.

Good, maybe during that timeout he could light his goddamn cigarette and take a drag on it like he’d been trying to do for a while now. And he still needed a drink, he remembered. Thought about asking her straight up if she had any, but��� nah. No way. Instead he went to grab his keys and stuffed them in his pocket.

“Goin’ out for a while.” He paused at the door and looked back. “I’ll wrap those when I come back.”

Seeing him just...vacate had started to ping into her chest as another abandonment in the last couple of days. Which, in of itself, wasn’t a fear or anything. Just hurt. A lot. Left her feeling a multitude of things. Increasing her lack of self worth. Made her question if she was or was not an unreasonable monster.

Then he’d made an indication of returning. Softened that feeling and made that pit more shallow than before. Though she wasn’t sure if she was going to stay long enough for him to come back and do that. Bitterness making her want to vanish and suffer her injuries alone. Lack of emotional confidence seeking to stay and be touched softly despite having lost her temper or something stupid and pathetically attached like that.

Her turn to show him a long, gloved, middle finger. Then put the hand back on her knee. For now she was winded and needed to recover. She’d figure out which of all those things she would act on before he came back.

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