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barnabeetheraven · 1 year

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Companion’s Reactions to the Inquisitor having PTSD

Cassandra: In her time among the Templars, the Inquisitor definitely isn’t the first one suffering from the past that she has seen. In fact, if she was being completely honest with herself, she would have to admit that she has some of her own. When she notices the Inquisitor zoning out or seeming to have flashbacks, Cassandra makes sure to position herself close by, being sure to note if the Inquisitor is having issues being touched or not. If needed, Cassandra will place a hand on their arm, just to let them know she is there if they need her. If Romanced: When she notices the Inquisitor struggling, she will softly pull them aside (where the others cant hear her, of course) and she will recite some of her or the Inquisitor’s favorite poetry, or quotes from a favorite book. Something that she knows will help get their mind away from those memories, and into the present, with her.

Varric: He spent enough time around Hawke, Fenris, and Anders to be able to easily spot when someone is having issues. If it’s problem with noise, he will politely excuse himself with a joke, and hook his arm into the Inquisitor’s to lead them away from the noise. If it’s a memory issue, he makes sure to try and distract them with some of his more friendly stories and jokes, while making sure to steer anyone else in the opposite direction, at least until he can see in the Inquisitor’s eyes that they are back in the present.

Solas: Many trips into the fade, into other’s pasts, (and his own, if he’s being truthful) have given him many, many years of experience, and many years of watching others struggle with their past just as much as Solas struggles with his own. He will catch the Inquisitor on their own and offer them a calming tea that he has perfected over the years; it helps with both the anxiety from the past memories, and it also helps with the nightmares. Not that they dont happen as often, but so that they dont remember them as much. If Romanced: He makes sure to always patrol their dreams, being the protective wolf that drives off all the nightmares that come to chase away the sleep of his love. He also makes sure to always be nearby in battle situations, just to make sure he can cast barrier on them if he notices that they seem to be zoning out at all.

Sera: She may not always understand it, but one thing she does understand is when it’s time for some of her ice breaking humor! She’s got jokes galore, pranks she pulls out of thin air, and she becomes amazing at coming up with random songs on the spot (Usually with the help of Varric) that always manage to get the Inquisitor smiling and laughing, instead of getting frozen. If Romanced: She makes sure to check in beforehand, but her favorite form of getting the Inquisitor out of being stuck are giant, flying hugs! Because you cant be sad if you have a handful of giggling, tickling, elven girlfriend, right?

Vivienne: While she doesn’t usually have the patience for people freezing up, she seems to have made an exception for the Inquisitor. Her voice lowers into a softer, more relaxing tone, and she just talks to the Inquisitor, about anything and everything. Stories from her being in the Circle, her experiences being a Grand Enchanter. Somehow it seems to work, distracting the Inquisitor just enough that their anxiety levels come down and their breathing levels out. Vivienne always gets just the smallest proud smile afterwards, although she would deny it to her final breath.

Blackwall: If anyone understands the PTSD, it’s Blackwall. He still suffers from his own, so it activates his protective instinct because he doesnt want the Inquisitor to suffer like he suffers. He’s always asking them if they are alright, always staying close to their side while they are out in battle, and he always tries to find some time to sit down with them at the fireplace and explain to them some of his own more traumatizing moments. He knows it might not help a lot, but even having someone there who just understands can be helpful; it would have been for him. If Romanced: Nothing seems to calm the Inquisitor down quite like his big old bear hugs. He rocks them back to sleep after nightmares, reassuring them that he is there to protect them, and he isn’t planning on going anywhere.

Cole: He always seems to know when the Inquisitor is about to have a flashback, and he pops in to help ease the memories, to make them less intense so that the Inquisitor isn’t suffering as much. He and Solas have become masters at monitoring the Inquisitor’s dreams, to make sure that they can start the day on some good, deep sleep, instead of being riddled. And all it takes is a soft, gentle touch from Cole to help the Inquisitor take a deep, calm breath, to reorient themselves.

Dorian: Dorian immediately delves into the library, reading up on any and every bit of information he can on pstd and what he can do to help the Inquisitor. He may not always be the best at it, but when he comes to the Inquisitor with an entire armful of books, demanding that they allow him to help because how they handle things in Tevinter is “Of course more successful than this dog ridden country”, it brings the biggest smile to the Inquisitor’s face and makes them feel so cared about and loved. If Romanced: Dorian develops a magical necklace, one for the Inquisitor and one for himself, so that it alerts him whenever the Inquisitor’s anxiety and stress is getting too high. This way, no matter what is happening, Dorian knows when his Amatus needs help, and he can always rush to their side.

Iron Bull: He is always noticing things, so it didnt come as a surprise to him to learn about the Inquisitor having ptsd. Most of the Chargers actually have it, so he pulls them aside and bluntly lets them know that look, they aren’t alone. They’re all a little bit messed up, but that doesnt mean they have to be messed up alone. Bull makes sure to keep an eye out for them, knows when to cover for them, and he knows when to put a hand on their back to gently bring them back to the present. If Romanced: He almost always has some physical contact with them, whether he is holding their hand, brushing arms against each other, or legs touching while they sit together. At night, he holds them tight, reminding them how much he loves them, and how much he admires them and how strong they are, and he is always there to rock his Kadan in his arms after they have had a nightmare.

Bonus!

Josephine: She tries her hardest to not put the Inquisitor into any social situations that might aggravate their PTSD, doing her best to handle the things that she can, or getting the help of Cullen or Leliana so she doesnt have to involve the Inquisitor in problem situations. If Romanced: She always makes time to bring the Inquisitor into their Quarters, with a nice fire going, and she sits with them, stroking their hair and softly humming some of her favorite songs from Antiva. During the day, she always makes sure to softly take the Inquisitor’s hand to give a reassuring squeeze, so they know that even if they are both busy, Josephine is always thinking about them.

Cullen: He struggles with PTSD of his won, quite regularly, so he understands and empathizes with the Inquisitor. He invites them to training in the mornings, but only one on one, that way they aren’t having to struggle with their PTSD with anyone else around and can focus on sparring in a safe and controlled situation. If Romanced: He always offers that if they ever need someone to talk with, he is always there. And during the night, the comfort each other through their nightmares, being two souls lost at sea, but still having each other, and never being alone.

Leliana: She works with Dorian and Josephine, finding new ways from different areas of how to help cope with PTSD and Anxiety. She gets different kinds of teas for the Inquisitor to try, new spells and meditation for Solas to recommend, and she talks with many types of healers and mages. It’s her way of looking out for the Inquisitor, the silent protector in the shadows. She also creates the Nug Room; a room full of nugs where anyone can go in and pet the nugs to relax!!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age companions #dragon age companion reactions #companion reactions #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #solas #sera #blackwall #the iron bull #dorian pavus #vivienne dragon age #josephine montilyet #cullen rutherford #cole #dai #da: inquisition

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aylacavebear · 4 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 1

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1747

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst (mild)

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 1

You’d think being something supernatural you’d prefer to stay away from people, and live more of a solitary sort of life, but no. You like people, love laughter, and having a job with amazing coworkers brings you a sense of peace and happiness in your life.

One of your best friends at work is Sarah. She’s adorable, fun, and goofy, and you both make each other laugh all day at work while you unbox the truck shipment and get things on the hummers and into the bluebins, to get put out later.

She knows what you are, sort of. Although, not even you yet know the actual name of what you are. You haven’t found anyone you can really trust outside your immediate family to tell the whole truth to. Hell, you don’t need to scare anyone. Most people have no clue what’s really out there and you like keeping it that way. You’ve researched to find a name for what you are but so far, there isn’t a single thing that has your abilities/powers description.

As you’re out on the floor, getting out one of the hummers with the kitchen items on it, your mind wanders back. When did it start, you think to yourself, absentmindedly. Four years, five now. You’re not sure anymore. Technically you’re in your early forties but ever since it happened, you feel like you’re in your mid to late twenties again. It also seemed as though aging had practically stopped. Most things a forty-year-old body would go through, you haven’t been experiencing. Just the opposite, you truly feel as though you’ve been getting physically younger.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” A woman asks, pulling you from your thoughts, as she can’t see the nametag hanging around your neck with how you’re standing.

You turn to her with a friendly smile, “Yup, how can I help you?”

“I’m just looking for a pan I can cover the top of my stove with,” the woman attempted to explain.

Neither you nor the woman knew the exact name of that particular thing, but glancing down, you notice a rather large cookie sheet on the shelf on the endcap of the aisle you’re stocking, “This might work,” you tell her, picking it up.

The woman is impressed, looking it over, “How much is it?” she asks.

You flip it over and find the tag, “Nine dollars,” you let her know, “Not bad. This is really nice.”

“What about that price? Fifteen?” the woman asks.

“Oh, that is the price you’d find it for at another store. Our price is always on the bottom of the tag,” you reassure her.

The woman is very happy, letting you know that if it doesn’t work to cover her stove, she’ll be making cookies. Of course, this is when your lighthearted side comes out, “I’m here Monday through Friday, always in the afternoons,” you tell her, playfully.

She finds you adorable, smiling at your playfulness and the two of you spend almost three full minutes talking about cookies before she thanks you for your help. You know it will bring your times down that you have to run the hummer in, but to you, seeing a customer smiling and enjoying their visit to the store is what brings you the most joy at work.

You smile happily to yourself as the woman goes on about her shopping trip and you get back to running your hummer of kitchen items. It’s while you’re putting out some of the food that the mess of the section bothers you again. This is one thing you’re not responsible for, straightening the shelves up to make them look nice. You frown a bit, seeing that there is nowhere to put out the box of bagged oats. Checking around, and not seeing anyone nearby, you just think that there is room on the shelf, that it looks a little neater, and it happens in less than the blink of an eye.

What you didn’t notice was that you were being watched. A man, in his mid-thirties was standing near the women’s clothing racks, just watching you. He was fairly average, with short brown hair, and brown eyes, only about an inch taller than you, wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, a hoodie, and sneakers.

You finished the kitchen hummer and then grabbed a toy one, making sure to write down your times on the sheet in the stockroom. The toy hummers were a little different. They had toys, pets, and craft supplies. Being a kid at heart, as well as loving anything stationary, you loved running these hummers. As you were putting out some of the dog toys, you heard the sound of one of the bluebins heading in your direction. It was like the hummers but those bluebins were for women's, men's, and children's items specifically.

Sarah was soon standing at the end of the pet aisle, phone up and recording, a playful smile on her lips, “Aaaannd, you’re fired,” she tried to say seriously.

You pretend to look upset and sad, then toss your arms up with playfulness, “Party at my house!”

The two of you laugh as she saves the video, only to post it online later, your Stockroom Antics tag included. The man who had been watching you earlier continues to do so. Every aisle seems to be a bit of a mess today, so again, you think about it looking a little nicer. Only a little though, you don’t need to draw unwanted attention to yourself from your boss if they watch the cameras.

Ten minutes before your shift ends, Sarah comes back up to you, “Code 99 me?” she asks, and you smirk.

“Oh, so if I don’t, that means you’re stuck here,” you chuckle.

“Not cool,” she replies, playfully, “Should I go find someone else?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Na, I’ll let you out,” you laugh a little.

The two of you walk to the front of the store, in front of the doors so that you’re both on camera. Sarah opens her bag, and you peek in, “Looks good. See you tomorrow?” you tell her.

“Yup. See ya,” she replies before leaving.

You smile a bit and head to the stockroom. There’s always some cleanup that needs to be done and you enjoy doing those little things that there never seems to be time for others to do. The man continues to watch you, and you still haven’t noticed him, not really anyway. You’d seen him, yes, but to you, he’s just another customer.

The backroom isn’t bad, not today. The girl is working on tagging the shoes with the alarms while a couple of other girls are in the clothing pods tagging clothes and getting them on racks to go out either later on or the following morning. You get some sweeping done, straighten up the bluebins and hummers, then bid them all farewell for the evening. Just as you reach the register to clock out, your ‘end of shift’ alarm goes off.

“Thank you phone,” you say out loud, pulling it out of your back pocket, and then turn it off. Smiling and shaking your head a little.

“See you guys tomorrow,” you tell the two cashiers as you punch out.

They smile and say goodbye as you head for the door. Since you don’t carry a purse, there’s no need to have a code 99 before you leave. The air is a little crisp, it being the beginning of January in Southern Arizona and you put the hood of your hoodie over your head. It’s been a cold few weeks, although this week has been the worst with the rain. For three days now the low in the mornings has been in the upper twenties and the days barely over fifty. That’s cold for where you live but it happens every so many years.

As you’re walking toward your truck, which you love with all your heart, the man from earlier is following you still. The chill doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all. For now, you believe he’s still just a customer, not paying him much attention. The wind blows just right, from behind you, and all you can smell is sulfur, and a chill runs down your back. You take a deep breath though, calming your nerves. You should have known that picking a job across the street from where you had previously worked wasn’t the best of ideas.

You stayed calm as you walked to your truck. She was quite the beast of a truck. A 91’ F350 XLT Lariat, crew cab, long bed, with a two-inch lift, 1500 lb leaf springs, and 4-wheel drive. You hadn’t saved up enough to have her fixed up like you wanted but you loved her dearly. As you rounded the hood, the man pushed you against your truck, right in front of the tire.

“Found you,” he said in a low, pleased tone, smiling devilishly, “The boss is gonna be pleased.”

Without thinking you put your hand on his chest and the black smoke of the demon's soul began expelling out of his mouth, toward the ground. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to deal with demons and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. The demon looked at you through the man’s eyes, almost in terror but more in shock at what you were doing. He apparently didn’t get the memo of what had happened to the last demon that had gotten too close to you. A smirk crossed your lips as the demon's soul left the man’s body, went into the ground, back to hell where it belonged.

With the demon now gone, the man was unconscious. You sighed before carefully dragging him over to the closest tree in the parking lot, which you had parked near, and propped him against it. At least he was still alive. Most demons rode whoever they possessed hard, usually killing them in the process. He’ll wake later, you told yourself before heading home.

That night you thought long and hard about whether or not to go back to work the following day. You knew the demon would tell his boss, whom you’d never met, just heard about. That’s when you sat up a little straighter on your couch, a determination in your eyes.

“I’m not letting demons run me out of a job I love,” you said confidently.

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A/N: If you'd like to be tagged in this one, and future chapters, leave me a comment and let me know. :)

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070319supernova · 2 days

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I have a few points that have been scratching my brain for a bit that I feel like need to get mentioned, that will be matched with each art piece that I drew to match

1/3- Dazzle being one of the July 16th victims

Not knowing what’s gonna happen with how they are going to apologize to Sun (despite the audience knowing it’s no where near their fault), it’s heartbreaking to see an actual child spirit having to actually exist. It brings a whole layer of realness and tragedy to the event. It shows that it actually had consequences, not just hearing about the consequences and seeing them just years after the event. I wonder how Sun is going to react when he realizes he (or more specifically his body) killed a human child, and that human child can do nothing but wonder what they did wrong to make him so mad.

2/3- The relationship between Earth and Eclipse

All throughout how long they’ve known each other, Eclipse has had a soft spot for Earth. Of course, this stems from the fact no one else has given him the light of day to even change/explain himself or his behavior. But I would like to say maybe with a heavy heart, Eclipse is going to attempt to change Earth/make Earth switch sides. Although mostly unlikely as for now, it might just be acquaintances, there’s evidence to back up this theory; the goose dimension. As silly as the episode is, I can’t get out of my head that Earths and Eclipses have a special kind of connection that differs from everyone else in the group. No matter the dimension.

3/3- Moon and Lunar need to talk

This has been itching at me since Lunar apologized to Earth. Lunar was having his whole moment, and lashing out and being mad at Moon for not saying anything to him. And after everything, we still haven’t seen them talk about the therapy session Earth set up for them, or address anything that happened. Instead, we just assume they worked things out behind the scenes. I’m not sure they even did that considering Solar’s death came by. They’ve gotten closer, but not enough for it to be an apology, or accepting what happened. Everyone has tried getting through to Moon, and no one has succeeded. The only one that hasn’t is Lunar, and his excuse is because he doesn’t wasn’t to relive the trauma. I’m not saying it’s not understandable, I’m saying he needs to be brave and tell Moon what’s what. I feel like Lunar might be the missing piece that needs to intervene with Moon for him to start to go back to how things were.

#sams eclipse #sams sun #sams moon #sams lunar #sams earth #laes earth #laes lunar #laes gemini #sams solar #sun and moon show #lunar and earth show

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askachroma · 5 months

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tell faba i'd give him a little kiss on the cheek

(He is very embarrassed and also a bit shy)

I have so many more hcs guys,, if you’re still reading this, buckle up.

Okay, Faba’s not what you could really call a nice guy. He’s a bastard, with heaps of bitchiness on top, right. But I do like to think underneath all that he can be quite shy, and very considerate and loving of people he actually gives a damn about. Personally I hc him as being diagnosed really, really late with autism (like not until late twenties), which has given him a lot of social trauma. He’s late thirties now right so that’s given him so much time to build up resentment and bitterness towards everybody. He has the capacity to be nice, but with 99.9 percent of people he just thinks: what’s the point? It’s not like they deserve kindness. They never tried to include HIS socially awkward ass in anything, they were never understanding of HIS struggles.

He didn’t have a social life growing up, but you know what he did have? His brain. It’s the only thing he felt superior in, so he clung to that lifeline and gradually built his entire personality around it. He’s smarter, better than everyone, career orientated… it’s the only thing he feels he has going on for him so of course he’s going to gradually condition himself into being a workaholic. He even convinces himself he doesn’t even care about people at all, that he doesn’t want any kind of relationship because they’d distract him from his work. Of course eventually that does change— in fact, when he met his ex-wife and Colress and finally had a connection with someone, that was probably the only thing that saved him from completely going off the deep end honestly. ‘He’s bad now but he could have been way worse’, kind of thing. When he did get divorced from his ex though it just made him even more bitter and lonely and turned him absolutely desperate, causing him to cling onto his career and making very questionable decisions (AHEM rainbow rocket [although I’m still undecided if that’s a canon event in my au]) because he was just in a big, spiralling panic. Since then the friendship Colress (and now finally Knox) have shown him have softened him up a bit, but even so he’s still very distrustful and bitter.

I think that’s part of the reason I like writing him so much, because I can see bits of myself in him. The whole late diagnosis, not really fitting in with others and not knowing why, developing bitterness and a lot of fear because of it, I really get that. Of course, not everyone who is diagnosed with adult autism is going to be as hostile as Faba, (Or hostile at all. I may relate to the bitterness but I wouldn’t consider myself an asshole!!) but it’s definitely one of the things that can happen. Not that it excuses his shitty attitude/behaviour either, but it definitely explains it.

…Man. All that because of a ‘kiss on the cheek’ ask LOL

Realistically if someone he didn’t know well were to say they’d give him a kissy on the cheek, he’d probably be very cynical and think it was mockery, buuuut I do like drawing a soft Faba so I’ve taken some liberties with my hcs for this one.

TLDR: A late autism diagnosis gave Faba trauma, and now he’s making it everyone else’s problem, half consciously out of a want for revenge, half subconsciously because people frighten him (but he would never admit it)

#branch chief faba #faba #ask blog #// read under the cut guys I put so much lore #// at least they’re my headcanons anyway #// I don’t know why this ask inspired me to dump this all on you but here we are

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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years

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baby!jj and mommy!emily hcs?

ooh and how Emily is known for wearing dark red and jj wears light blue so they totally contrast but they’re just sunshine and sunshine protector 🥹

Caregiver Emily Prentiss x Little Jennifer Jareau headcanons

(anon you are so correct, Emily is sunshine protector while Jj is sunshine. And their contrasting pallets make it that much better)

(okay I’ve yet to write for Prentiss so ignore if it seems out of character, this also got lengthy so sorry)

I think it starts with a late night on a case when Jj regresses and panics so she runs to Emily’s room hoping for comfort

Of course Prentiss delivers

She makes a quick jog to the store, grabbing a stuffed animal, snacks, a few kids coloring books and a pack of colored pencils

Then Jj and Em spend the whole night together being in their own little world of Prentiss beaming at seeing Jj regressed and Jj feeling so carefree and safe with Emily

The next morning Jj gets super embarrassed, trying to avoid Emily but it fails miserably

They get paired together on a stake out and have no choice but to talk

Emily already knows that it was age regression and that Jj’s a little, she’s known what it is for some time and has been a caregiver for a friend before the BAU

Jj caves after an hour, explaining everything to Emily who nods along and offers a hand to hold when Jj chokes up talking about how her childhood was bad and she hates it

That night is spent similar to the one before although it’s more movies and cuddles than anything

When they get home from wherever they were, Emily throws herself into doing more research about caregiving while Jj tries to get more comfortable having Emily around more while she’s regressed

They don’t tell anyone else on the team, they don’t need to

Jj will go over to Emily’s or the other way around and either won’t leave til the next morning

Emily makes sure Jj eats enough/drinks water

Jj makes sure Emily relaxes with her while playing a game or coloring

They color together a lot, sometimes Jj will break out a coloring book on the plane at one of the tables while Emily watches, occasionally choosing a color or helping Jj chose what pictures to work on

Jj prefers colored pencils while Emily prefers crayons

Neither like markers or pens

Emily’s fridge is plastered with different pages that they’ve colored in together

The team question it a bit when they come over for dinner on night but Prentiss is able to pass it off as babysitting for one of her friends (who totally exists and isn’t just an excuse for all the kids stuff she has laying around)

Jj backs up her story so it works out nicely

Even if they don’t tell the team, there are suspicions going around

Emily’s just grown to be more caring/do more things for Jj on the normal basis

And when Jj would’ve gone to argue she can do it herself, she doesn’t anymore, just smiles up at emily and thanks her

The team assume they’ll be talked to when or if they need to be

#jj headcanons #criminal minds agere #little!jj #caregiver!emily #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #emily x jj

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mymoodwriting · 1 year

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5.9k, yandere, manipulation, mind control, deceit, assault, torture, heist, guns, drugs, revelations, kidnapping, guns, character death (@xcharlottemikaelsonx)

“I… I can’t do this…”

It wasn’t just the fact that you were staring down the man you had tried to hurt before, or the fact that you would have to dive into his head again, it was just you not trusting yourself. Taemin had always been patient with you, but even you were getting annoyed with yourself, so you could only imagine how he felt. He didn’t show it or anything, which made you more concerned. Or maybe he had more patience than you did.

“How about we take a break and try again later.” Taemin suggested. “You’re probably hungry.”

“Yeah…”

Taemin went with you to get some food, and you were happy to see Taeyong there. You sat with him, and Taemin excused himself to attend to other things.

“How’s your training?”

“I think I’m improving? At least that’s what Taemin says.”

“Do you not think so?”

“I just… I don’t know if I can do what he’s asking.”

“Mind control?

“Yeah…”

“How come? It seems only natural that you should be able to do something like that.”

“But isn’t it… cruel… making people do things against their will…”

“You’re not necessarily making them do anything bad, are you? I can’t see you making someone hurt themselves or others.”

“Then what could I do?”

“Make them stop hurting themselves or others. You’re seeing your powers only in a negative light because all you’ve seen yourself do is bad things, isn’t it? You never meant to hurt us before, and I know you wouldn’t mean to now.”

“Hmm…”

“Don’t be scared of your powers, and don’t push yourself too much, okay?”

“I’ll do my best. What about you though? How’s your training?”

“One day I’ll be as powerful as you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Your powers are very cool.”

“So are yours. I can have all the Taeyong’s I want.”

“Aren’t you greedy?”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

Taeyong stayed with you, doing his best to bring a smile to your face and ease your worries. You did feel better by the time Taemin came to get you, and you certainly had a different mindset too. Taeyong had been right, your powers could do bad things, but also good things, and it was up to you to decide how to use them. Although that meant gaining control, if you couldn’t control yourself, you could hurt people.

“So what exactly… do you want me to do?”

“Huh?”

“What do I make him do?”

“Anything really, that is what you’re capable of.” Taemin explained. “But I guess something simple for starters. Like make him dance to your favorite song.”

“Okay…”

You still didn’t want to go back into that room, but you felt more determined this time. Your little test subject was tied up and gagged. You were safe, and all you had to do was make him dance. You took a deep breath and focused your thoughts. You thought of your favorite song, thinking of the dance that went along with it. You wanted to see it, you let the idea fill your head, and then thought of sharing it with your friend here. You could already share thoughts with other people, now it was about intentions.

You meant no harm, you just wanted something to be done, and in a sense you were asking, just somewhat removing the possibility of rejection. After a moment you saw your friend moving about. Of course their actions were limited but you were actually surprised. You could see the confusion in their eyes as well, but they were responding to what you wanted to do. Perhaps it wasn’t really something to be excited over, but you were.

“Taemin… am… am I doing it?”

Besides watching you, Taemin kept a close eye on the monitors he had reading your brainwaves and patterns. He was certainly detecting a change, and Baekhyun had already pulled up your other records to compare.

“It’s different for sure, but we’d need more than one sample to compare.”

“Obviously.” Taemin turned on the comms. “I think so. Why not try something else, maybe make him sing.”

“Sing?”

“Remove the gag, but make sure he doesn’t try anything before you do so.”

“Try anything?”

“If he’s dancing around at your request. I’m sure you can ask him to keep quiet and still.”

“Right…”

You took a deep breath and refocused your thoughts, wanting him to sit still and relax. Once he stopped moving and you felt it was safe to do so, you reached over and removed the gag. He didn’t speak, which was a good first sign. You kept your thoughts focused and asked him to sing a song for you. Of course you didn’t say anything out loud, feeding him the words and watching in awe as he repeated, in a song voice too.

“Taemin, this is so cool!”

“You’re doing great.”

Taemin glanced over at the screens, seeing the comparisons. There were minor differences which he could say were the result of different commands given, but overall he could see the base formation.

“Is this what you wanted?” Baekhyun asked. “What are you going to do now?”

“I need to run my own tests first…”

Taemin didn’t realize that you had started asking questions. You were just asking out of curiosity and didn’t really mean harm by it, but he knew things could spiral in a bad direction if you continued.

“Do you have a family?”

“No.”

“How come?”

“My job wouldn’t allow it.”

“So you’re alone.”

“Yes.”

“Why? Is the job really worth that?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“You didn’t? What does that mean?”

“When you get involved with the Organization, you don’t get to leave alive.”

“You must know a lot of secrets…”

“I do.”

“Your job was to look after Taemin, right?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think of him?”

“He’s dangerous, and manipulative.”

“Is he trustworthy?”

“No.”

“Do you think I-”

The door opening startled you a bit, but it was just Taemin. He offered you a smile and gagged your test subject.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. I did it right?”

“Yes. I’m quite impressed and proud. You should probably rest too, you just did something incredible and new.”

“I can’t wait to tell the others.”

“I’m sure they’ll be excited to hear too. Why don’t you go with Kai and find something sweet as a prize.”

“That sounds good.”

Kai had been waiting by the door and you happily went along with him. Taemin waited a moment before shutting the door behind him, and taking a seat. He had brought a tablet with him, focusing on it for a moment.

“You know I can hear your thoughts right.” The subject grew stiff. “You’re freaking out cause it’s just me and you now. But you’re mostly concerned about her, because she’s with me.”

“…”

“Now you’re probably wondering how it is that I can read your mind. She can, that’s her power, but that’s not something I’m capable of. I’d agree with you, but given how far I was pushed, it is now something I am very capable of doing. So let’s run some tests, shall we. I’m going to remove this gag and I want you to tell me everything I want to know. I’ll know if you’re lying to me, but if this all goes well, you won’t be able to.”

❤

“Taeyong! I did it!”

You were so overjoyed to see one of your boys, and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had been running around looking for someone and found Taeyong in the gym. You didn’t care he was covered in sweat, just running up to him and hugging him.

“Woah, woah, where’s the party?”

“I did it! I used my powers like you said I could.”

“Oh, really? What did you do?”

“I had them dance and sing for me.”

“Wow, see, that’s not bad at all.”

“Taemin was so proud of me!”

“I am too. And I’m sure the others will be when they hear about this.”

“We should go find them and tell them.”

“I think they’re a bit busy, so we can let them know later.”

“Oh, okay.”

“How about I clean up first and then you can show me what you can do.”

“I don’t wanna use my powers on you…”

“You’re not gonna hurt me? Maybe just make me do a silly dance, right?”

“Still…”

“I trust you, and it’s important to practice, isn’t it.”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.”

You were still nervous about using your powers, you only barely discovered your new powers, but Taeyong’s confidence and trust in you put you at ease. You found a quiet room for the both of you to use. At first you had Taeyong dance with you, having him follow your steps, and then sing nonsense. Although you weren’t entirely sure he wasn’t just amusing you.

“Taeyong…”

“Hm?”

“If I ask you to be honest with me… will you?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Have you… lied to me before?”

“… I… why…”

“Answer me… please.”

“Why would you ask…” Taeyong was speaking through his teeth, feeling something in the back of his head telling him not to lie. “Y/n… what…”

“Something’s been… different lately… with you at least… and I want to know what.”

“Y/n…”

“I know you all want to keep me safe, but I hate being left out like this. I don’t want you guys keeping secrets or doing dangerous things because of me. I also don’t want to force an answer out of you, but if I can do that…”

“Stop it… you’re not like this…”

“Then just tell me without making me-”

“What’s going on here?”

Taemin entering the room interrupted everything. Taeyong jumped to his feet, as did you, suddenly feeling shameful over your actions. You couldn’t even raise your head up.

“We were just practicing.” Taeyong explained. “She’s really improved a lot.”

“Ah, were you making him dance and sing too?”

“Yeah…”

“Why are you looking down though? Did you do something wrong?”

“I…”

“Nothing happened, we were just-”

“Quiet.”

“…”

“I was just practicing and might have gotten carried away…”

“Ah, I see. No one can lie to you anymore, power like that is tempting, isn’t it?”

“Yes…”

“So what is it you want to know?”

“Taeyong… is different… something…”

“Dangerous.”

“Huh?”

“I told you she would be dangerous.” Taemin commented, looking over at Taeyong. “Didn’t I?”

“Taemin, what-”

“Shall you use your power on me?”

“Uh…”

“Anything you want to know?”

“I can’t… my powers don’t work on you…”

“What powers?”

“Huh?”

Taemin gently pet your head, smiling down at you. He seemed genuine, but there was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite make out.

“How fortunate of you to have such lovely boys around you, to look after you, and protect you.”

“I…”

“And now you have us as well.”

“Taemin… what…”

“Just breathe… this is for your own good.”

“Taemin…”

You reached up to push Taemin away from you, your head getting fuzzy. This was an unfamiliar feeling, and you didn’t like it.

“Sh, just listen to my words. You know I speak the truth. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Tae…”

“Easy now, easy…”

“Taeyong! It hurts…”

“Taemin, what are you doing!” Taeyong got you away from him. “What the hell!”

“I told you what my plan was from the start. You agreed with me.”

“You’re hurting her!”

“And was she not causing you pain just now? Trying to pry whatever truth out of you.”

“That’s different!”

“Are you going back on your words now? Because I can send you back to your creator if you’d prefer that.”

“There has to be another-”

Taeyong flew across the room, crashing against the wall and being held against it. He tried to move, but he was pinned. Even if you were out of it, you were vaguely aware of the confrontation. You wanted to go to Taeyong, but Taemin pulled your focus back to him, staring you down. You felt a pressure in your head, but it slowly began to ease up.

“We are all here to protect you. We were blessed with such gifts, and we use them for you. It’s fortunate you weren’t cursed the way we were, you get to remain perfect as you are.”

“Me…”

“You don’t have any powers to burden you.”

“I don’t… I don’t have any powers…”

“You have us. That’s all you need, right?”

“That’s all… I need…”

“You don’t have to worry about us. We’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me…”

“Why don’t you get some rest, it’s been a long day.”

“I do… I…” You yawned. “I’m tired…”

Taemin pulled you into his arms, gently rubbing your back. He glanced over at Taeyong who was glaring daggers at him. He dropped the other, picking you up in his arms. Taeyong scrambled over to stop Taemin.

“So this was what you meant?”

“Did you think I was gonna drug her?”

“Just making her forget she has powers is gonna work? Seriously?”

“As long as no one brings it up. I’ll make sure things go well.”

“What if she finds out, or uses them by accident.”

“I do have something to make sure she doesn’t use her powers anyway. Now, get out of my way.”

“She’ll be fine, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do the others know yet?”

“I’ll inform them when I return. I need to deal with y/n and then something else. Keep an eye on her for me once she wakes. Is that manageable?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Glad you’re still in my corner.”

❤

Taeyong had been at your bed side, anxious. He felt guilty despite knowing he had done much worse himself. Still, he would just wait until you woke up and make sure you were still you. He remembered what you were like before all this nonsense, and this was a way for you to go back to all that. Taemin had been alone with you for a while before he was allowed to be with you. So he had no idea what else you had been told. As long as you were okay he could deal with whatever came next.

“Hm… Taeyong?”

“There you are… how do you feel?”

“Uh… my head is fuzzy, but I guess I slept more than I meant to.”

“Yeah, Taemin told me… where’s Taemin?”

“I believe he went out for a moment. He’ll be back soon.”

“Okay… and where are the others?”

“Busy. I’m sure they’re around somewhere.”

“Let’s go find them.”

“I think-”

Before Taeyong could come up with some excuse you had gotten out of bed and were out the door. He quickly followed behind you, making sure you didn’t wander off and get lost. You still seemed to know your way around the base, and you didn’t seem completely lost. You were still yourself, as far as he knew, so he was glad about that.

“Ten!”

You ran up to Ten when you saw him exit a room, embracing him in a hug. He was surprised to see you, but very happy as well.

“Y/n, hi, hi, what are you doing here?”

“I was just looking for you. Feels like forever since I’ve seen you all.”

“Cute, I feel the same.”

“How’s your training going? Taemin tells me you’ve all been doing well.”

“Of course, would you like to see?”

“Yes.”

Ten led you down the hall where you saw a beautiful painting. You weren’t sure what he intended to show you since there was nothing else here.

“You were training in here?”

“Yup. I know it’s weird, but… I think it’s better to show you.”

You watched as Ten put his hand on the painting, and it slowly began to fall apart. The colors melted off the canvas, the frame breaking apart. Your eyes went wide, somewhat horrified to see such a thing.

“What… how…”

“I know. I always thought my power was healing, but Taemin helped me realize it goes beyond that, it goes beyond what we thought was living.”

“But you didn’t… heal that painting… you destroyed it…”

“Not quite. I did heal it…”

“How?”

“Healing is like reversing time. When I’ve healed injuries before, I’ve stopped after a certain amount, but I could keep going… I could turn a flower back into a seed… and in this case… I’ve returned this painting to the basics. The canvas has been made blank again, the frame is back to the original wood it was, the colors are separate once again on the floor.”

“Oh…”

“It’s crazy, I know. I would never have imagined I could do something like this.”

“But can you put it back?”

“I wasn’t sure that was possible at first, but if my healing is really manipulating time, then it should go both ways. It seems impossible considering the paint on the floor, but even if I’ve deconstructed this all, all these pieces are connected.”

Ten reached down and dipped his hands into the paint, mixing it all together again with his fingers. He then pressed his hand against the blank canvas, and slowly the color began to move on its own, what was left on the floor climbing up the wall and over the frame to return to where it once was, where it belonged. You watched this painting come back to life, restored to all its glory. Ten stepped back when he was done, looking at you with a smile.

“See.”

“Wow… that is pretty crazy.”

“And what about you? How’s your training?”

“Good. I bet I can take you in a fight.”

Ten chuckled. “I’m sure you could, but I meant the other training.”

“Other?”

Taeyong had been quietly observing everything, well aware the conversation would eventually go down this path.

“Ten, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“What?”

“It’s complicated but-”

“Y/n, how’s your training with Taemin.”

“Ten!”

“He’s a good teacher. A lot of combat training.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Huh?”

Taeyong grabbed Ten and dragged him out of the room, leaving you confused, but that was probably for the best. He wound up taking the other into the nearest room over and locking the door behind him for good measures.

“Look, there’s something you need to know.”

“Is she messing with me or something?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You said that already so explain.”

“Just, listen, you’re not gonna like it.”

“Like what?”

“Y/n did it…”

“Did what? Can you just say it!”

“She figured out how to control other people.”

“So? What does that have to do with any of this?”

“She did it, and Taemin figured out how to do it too.”

“I’m sorry, what? Do it too? Are you saying Taemin can control people now?”

“Yes…”

“And… I…”

“Y/n’s untrained and undisciplined, so for her safety, and ours, he made her… forget…”

“Forget? Forget what?”

“That she has powers…”

“What?”

“It’s just a precaution and-”

“He used her own powers against her! To make her forget?!”

“She’s dangerous with mind control abilities, you know-”

“How! She’s not some monster or-”

“She was using her powers on me, Ten!”

“What?”

“She was interrogating me! What if I told her about what we did? How do you think she’d take that?”

“I… we can’t do this to her, it’s not fair.”

“It’s for her own sake. How are any of us supposed to handle someone with mind control powers? When we all have secrets to keep from her.”

“But why does he make that call? He told none of us about this! But you… you knew, didn’t you?”

“I…”

“He told you his plan from the start and you said nothing! You went along with it!”

“It’s for all our benefits!”

“How! What about her?”

“She’s fine, she’s safe.”

“Where the hell is Taemin, I need to talk to him.”

“He went out on a mission.”

“Then I know where he’ll be when he returns.”

❤

“That was a disaster.”

“The mission was a success.” Baekhyun countered. “We were in and out without-”

“It could have gone a lot better.” Kai said. “We got lucky this mission was simple, but we can’t possibly do something bigger like this.”

“But-”

“He’s right, Baekhyun.” Taemin interrupted. “I can’t do both, let alone when one is just an imitation. Trying to control multiple minds, while being able to watch my back and yours, it’s too much.”

“So then… that means we need her…”

“Yes.”

“The agreement was she wouldn’t be on the field.” Kai reminded. “That’s what you promised them.”

“Not like they can argue with me anymore.”

“You took care of it before we left?”

“To a degree.”

“Of course you did.”

“I need a few hours to recover, but we need to move fast. I want a plan ready within the hour, incorporating every asset we have.”

“Does that include-”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“They won’t be happy.” Baekhyun added. “You know that.”

“They don’t really need to know.”

“Right.”

The three went their separate ways, Taemin heading to his office. As soon as he opened the door he found Ten sitting on his desk, glaring. He was gone for a good amount of time, and this attitude was expected.

“Where is y/n?”

“Fine. I didn’t pry into what you did to her.” Ten hissed. “Now explain yourself, what the fuck were you thinking!”

Taemin scoffed. “You have a lot of nerve talking to me that way.”

“You going to force me to bend the knee like you did her? Like Taeyong?”

“Just like you, Taeyong, knows my intentions from the start. He’s on my side, what about you?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your plans with y/n? Unless you don’t trust me.”

“Apologies, but I never could truly trust you. Your priorities lie with your brothers and protecting y/n, my plans go beyond that.”

“Which is why you’ve been torturing us all?”

“Helping you. Do you think your powers would be at their level without me?”

“What about the others?”

“I’ve given Mark some words of motivation. Do I need to give them to you?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes. I don’t have much time to build trust with all of you at the moment. It’s much easier to have you think for yourself and not be programmed like some machine, but I don’t have time to argue. Now are you on my side, or not.”

“She’ll be safe, right?”

“Of course.”

“And you do intend to undo what you’ve done at some point, right?”

“When the time comes.”

“… if she gets hurt, we’re done, and you’re dead.”

“I’ll keep you to your words.”

Ten got up, still glaring at Taemin. He couldn’t really trust him, not anymore, but if he wanted to keep his mind he’d have to play along.

“By the way.” Taemin added. “We’ll all be going out on a mission later, so I’ll see you at the brief.”

“Sure.”

❤

Of course now would be the time they’d all actually work together, when mostly everyone was under Taemin’s control, to a degree or another. Still, there wasn’t much Ten could do to oppose him, not now anyway. The mission was kind of like a heist, their specialty. The building they were hitting, on the outside seemed like a normal business office, but was actually a secret headquarters of the organization. It was intel they had just received, and they had to move fast before they lost their chance. The plan was to break in, get their hands on confidential intel and get out.

Because of the time crunch proper recon couldn’t be done, so they’d be approaching the building, gathering information, and executing their plan. They had a rough idea on how things would go, given Taemin and his boys’ knowledge, but it was best to believe it was outdated. Normally a plan like this was dangerous, but this time around there were two exit strategies in play, so it wouldn’t be so difficult. Ten and his boys would be in charge of dealing with the people in the building, the other three would get the intel.

Even with a rather hollow plan, it was one nonetheless. After the brief they made their way out, and Ten could finally take a good look at his brothers. Taeyong was the same, more or less, but he could definitely tell something was off when it came to Mark. A slight dim in his eyes, how intently he’d been listening to Taemin, and how quiet he was compared to before. Ten would keep his mouth shut for now. The first part of recon involved figuring out the layout of the building, and finding a good entry point.

With that a better plan of action was set out, and the heist began. Upon arrival, Kai managed to disable the security system. The whole building was on high alert now, but without visuals, they didn’t really know what they were up against. Now they split off into their separate groups. At most thirty minutes would be needed, maybe an hour. The hard part was getting the information, but once they had that it’d be easy to leave, so it was a matter of maintaining their control of the building until then. It wasn’t what they usually did, but they could deal with whoever got in their way.

“Ten.”

“Hm?”

“I need to tell you something.”

“What now? More secrets to divulge?”

“Ten, I’m being serious and you need to listen to me.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’m not Taeyong.”

“What!”

“I don’t have time to explain, but I’m just a copy of him.”

“A copy… what? How?”

“Taemin’s training but that’s not-”

“Where’s the real Taeyong? The original?”

“Somewhere back in the base, he’s fine.”

“How long?”

“That doesn’t-”

“How long!?”

“Y/n’s here!”

“Wa… what?”

“You think coming to a big place like this, to gather a lot of intel, will work if Taemin is mimicking her powers?”

“I… are you sure?”

“I saw her earlier… and I overheard Taemin talking too… giving her orders…”

“That motherfucker. The deal was-”

“Ten.” Taeyong grabbed the other. “This is your chance, get y/n and the others, and get out.”

“Huh?”

“If Taemin gets what he wants, then what’s the use in the rest of us? Everything he’s done has been because of y/n. Heck, he could abandon us all today.”

“What about you? The real Taeyong?”

“We could deal with whatever as long as y/n’s okay. You need to get her and get away.”

“But Mark-”

“Snap him out of it. Taemin mimics her powers, they can’t be as strong, and if not, as long as we get Mark back we can go wherever.”

“Fuck…”

“I can cause a distraction, get y/n, and get her out.”

This was a lot to process, but you being in danger was enough motivation to get his head on straight. First he needed to figure out where you were, and Taeyong said he’d look into that, given that at the moment he was more trustworthy than Ten. Meanwhile Ten found Mark, immediately shoving him into a room and slapping him.

“I don’t know what Taemin told you, but snap out of it.”

It may have taken a few physical actions, but Ten managed to get his old Mark back to himself. There wasn’t much time to explain, especially since Ten didn’t fully grasp the situation, but saving you made sense. Now it was a matter of waiting on Taeyong with the information, at least that was the plan. When Taeyong found them again the lights went red, the building now entering lock down.

“What the hell is going on?” Ten asked.

“They know.”

“What?”

“The Organization knows we are here. They’ll be sending special reinforcements to deal with us specifically.”

“And y/n is here. Where is she? We need to leave, now.”

“Taemin is not leaving without what he came for.”

“He’s putting her in danger! Where is he!”

Ten didn’t wait for an answer, running down the way Taeyong came. This wasn’t his mission, this wasn’t something he was going to risk anyone’s life for, especially yours. Taeyong shouted directions, and soon enough they found you and the others.

“Ten, how fit-”

“Liar!”

Ten immediately went in for a punch, but Taemin stopped him, knocking him against the wall and pinning him there. He saw Taeyong and Mark enter soon after.

“I see I can’t trust anyone.”

“We need to leave.” Taeyong said. “You know they’re coming, and they have the means to take us down.”

“We’re close.”

“And what about y/n!” Mark yelled. “What are you doing with her!”

“She’s fine.”

“Bullshit.”

“You don’t-”

Ten suddenly collapsed to the floor. He quickly got up, finishing what he started, landing a blow on Taemin. Although the other didn’t seem to care, looking down at his hands and then at his partners.

“They’re here.” Kai hissed. “And they’ve already blocked us.”

“Y/n.”

A moment after that all seemed to register, you collapsed to your knees screaming. With Taemin’s powers gone, it meant his mimicry was gone too. You grabbed your head, everything hidden hitting you all at once. Taemin tried to reach you, but Ten shoved him away, Taeyong coming to your side.

“Y/n, deep breaths, just breath. It’s-”

“Get away from me.”

You pushed Taeyong back, looking around at everyone in the room and stepping back. You didn’t know who to believe anymore, or what was real. Everything was foreign to you, and you knew you needed space. You ran towards the nearest door and bolted down the hall. You could hear their voices chasing after you, but you focused more on your own feelings, trying to see through the tears. You felt more alone than ever in the moment, losing the trust with the only people you ever cared for. You kept running without thinking, rounding a corner and coming face to face with a group of armed men. They did not hesitate to shoot, a bullet grazing your head as you ducked out of the way.

You caught your breath for a moment, feeling the blood dripping down your face. They would kill you if they found you, but then you remembered you weren’t completely helpless, not anymore. As you heard them approach you took a deep breath, then you revealed yourself and ordered them all to put their weapons down. They listened without hesitation, and you felt relieved, realizing maybe you could get out of this place on your own. Although the thought didn’t last long before the boys found you.

“Y/n!”

“Stop!”

“Please… please just listen to us.” Ten pleaded. “We-”

“Shut up! I don’t know what any of you are doing anymore! I don’t… I don’t even know you…”

“Let us explain. You know we can do it without lying…”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna hear it right now.”

“Y/n, we need to leave this place now.” Taemin explained. “If they-”

“Quiet… you… you…”

Taemin immediately lost his voice, and he knew there wasn’t time for this. He glanced over at Kai and nodded at him. You didn’t really know what any of that meant, all you knew was that Kai said something about a fail safe, and then the necklace you had, which you hadn’t realized, electrocuted you. It wasn’t enough to knock you out, but you collapsed to the ground, screaming and then dizzy from the whole ordeal. That was enough for the others to regain their sense.

“Taemin, what the hell!”

“Grab her and let’s leave. Mark you-”

Gunfire startled them all, realizing they were being surrounded. You were grabbed by some men, being dragged off. Taeyong ran after you, separating himself from the group. Things had gotten bad, and fast. Either they escaped, or they’d all lose. Taemin yelled at Mark once more, startling the boy into creating their exit portal. Baekhyun grabbed Ten, going through the portal. Kai was waiting for Taemin, but his eyes were focused on you and Taeyong. The both of you were out of reach, so Taemin had to make a choice. He quickly managed to get a gun from a guard passed out near him, shooting at Taeyong, before grabbing Mark and Kai and getting them both through the portal. Taemin kept his gun aimed at the portal until it closed, dropping the weapon and then falling to his knees, catching his breath.

“… y/n…” Mark was in disbelief. “What did you do! We have to-”

“You are forbidden to use your powers.” Taemin ordered, having his own powers back now. “Understand.”

“Yes.”

“Kai, get us back to our place.”

“All of us?”

“Yes.”

“Hold on.” Ten yelled. “What the fuck was that back there? You said y/n wouldn’t be in danger, and yet you-”

“She was not in any danger! The cameras were down, Kai and Baekhyun were with me as well. All three of us-”

“You promised!”

“With Baekyhun there, no one would even perceive her presence. And Kai made sure she’d be taken somewhere safe the second her job was done.”

“That’s not the point! She was not meant to be on the field, you promised me!”

“You coddle her too much.”

“And now look where we are! She’s fucken gone! She’s… she’s gone…”

“You shot Taeyong…” Mark mumbled. “You shot…”

“I’m sorry what?”

“That wasn’t the real Taeyong anyway.”

“I thought y/n had him but you fucken-”

“Not the real Taeyong, and it’s better no one is with her.”

“You fucken liar.” Ten growled. “Ever since we met you’ve lied. You’ve hurt y/n, you’ve hurt us. And now you basically handed her over to that organization. Do you really think we’ll trust anything you say? If not for you, we’d all be with her right now!”

“And then what?” Taemin spat back. “What do you think will happen next? They’re gonna do to her what they did to me and my boys. If any of us, if any of you, were there, they’d use you against her. Torture you and hurt you just to make her push herself. Making sure none of us got taken was a mercy.”

“You’re fucken delusional if you believe that.”

“Look in the mirror first and realize this was your mess. I should have done this without any of you. I should have taken her from you instead of inviting you all along. You’ve proven to be completely useless.”

“Try that then. See if you can take us.”

“Have you forgotten what happened on the train? And that I have no issue making all of you bend the knee right now.” Taemin sighed. “Kai, to our base. I need to speak with Taeyong. The original that is.”

“What about y/n?” Mark asked. “Are we just supposed to leave her?”

“It hasn’t hit you has it? She’s gone, because of you. I asked for your trust, even if I couldn’t trust you back. She is everything that damn organization wants, and now they have her. So she’s gone, they’ll happily sacrifice anyone to keep her.”

“We have to rescue her!”

“Well, I have intel to go over, see if any of that gives us answers, but don’t get your hopes up. They have what they’ve always wanted. They’re gonna break her, like they did me, and that takes time. Will we rescue her? I will, I promise you that, but don’t expect it to be anytime soon. She’s gonna be locked up tight.”

“You… you…”

“Enough! Kai, take us home. I’ve had enough of these children.”

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fem-the-artist · 1 month

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Explaining AJ part 2 🦇

Ok this is mostly going to be explaining her relationships with the rest of the cast

it all starts with Mimzy

Obviously, AJ knows the other overlords via the meetings and such but I don’t think she cared much for them and half the time she wouldn’t even show up to meetings but I’ll get into that and the second

With Mimzy being a flapper and AJ being a punk, they’re essentially both the mold breakers of their decades, which I feel like they’d be able to like bond over in a sense. Mimzy flair for stirring up trouble also gives AJ more excuses to act and violence, which is her favorite thing to do. they’re an odd pair aesthetically, but I feel personality wise they bounce off of each other surprisingly well, what can I say AJ loves an instigator

Speaking of instigators, a friendship with Mimzy opens the door to A.J. friendship with Alastor although friendship, feels like too strong of a word wouldn’t really call them acquaintances though idk

They already knew each other via overlord meetings. They just never interacted before it Mimzy got involved. in pointing out they Surprising amount similarities.

Such as

• Hyperviolence

•Having a very specific unknown moral code

•Despising, one of the vees (i’ll get into that in a second)

•Being aroace

•Hating being told what to do

And of course, Alastor becomes endeared to her because he’s a girls girl and AJ is a freak and those are his two favorite things

Now about the Vees, starting off with vox

I think it’s a really funny, running joke that Vox keeps obsessing over the aroace who want nothing to do with him (I found Alastor a little too relatable, i’m also aroace and I also have been put in the situation of ‘hey I don’t wanna date you please leave me alone’, so this is me venting a bit. because I feel like it’s way too often portrayed from the allosexual‘s perspective and how it’s sad and tragic but in reality, it’s just fucking annoying and inconvenient)

Anyway, vox is a pathetic bisexual disaster, but then again, what else is new I just think it’s really funny that his taste is the most sophisticated man you’ve ever seen and and a woman who looks like she fought her way out of a dumpster

(also, you can tell that these sketches with Vox are older than the rest that I’ve shown because it was before I fully committed to curling Alastor’s hair just a fun little fact )

Now moving onto the V that AJ actually hates

It’s velvet, but you of them are the youngest overlords if I had to roughly guess I’d assume velvet died around 2003 or so

And most of their beef is really entangled in fundamentals of what they stand for

Velvet is a conformist. She participates and creates trends. She lives by the mold, and even when she’s breaking it, she’s breaking it to establish a new one valve it stands out, doesn’t stem from anything important or anything she believes, and she does it for the notoriety and the look she is fundamentally shallow and she likes it that way

AJ, of course being punk opposes all of that she breaks the mold because it is inherently flawed and believes there shouldn’t be one in the first place she’s alternative not to be cool or stand out from the crowd it’s because of what it represents for her her punk identity is deeply important to her Because when she was alive, she fought for change (she was really hyper violent about it and let her anger cloud her judgment a lot which is why she she is in hell) but that’s neither here nor there

The point is, they are opposing forces on each other’s identities. They despise each other out of principle, and because they genuinely fucking hate each other.

Speed round

I don’t have drawings to accompany those ones

Cherrie- has a deep respect for AJ and they also hang out and blow shit up. Sometimes they both got the punk aesthetic

The two of them, rile each other up like there’s no tomorrow and when left alone together will do something crazy

Rosie- friend of a friend, AJ and Rosie get along fine. The only issue is they have nothing to talk about so they constantly need a third person as a buffer usually Alastor

She will take every opportunity she can get to try to dress AJ up though there’s no stopping that woman

Niffty- AJ loves getting messy Niffty has a need to clean. You can figure it out from there.

#will I come up with more later? most likely #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #alastor #Vox #mimzy #velvette #hazbin #A.J.#my art

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undeadunalive · 1 year

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HEADCANON

Excuses Jonathan uses to explain vampiric tendencies

As an Ekon, Jonathan is of course bound to certain aspects of his immortality, such as burning in sunlight, being repelled by holy symbols and faith, repelled by holy water and susceptible to garlic. Though for those who aren’t aware of what he is and his reasons for avoiding these things, he has a number of explanations behind these sides of him.

Sunlight

Although Jonathan can’t stand be killed by direct sunlight, it does burn him on the outside and literally boil him from the inside. He is able to walk around in daylight as long as the sun is either behind clouds or he keeps to the shade, so it’s only if sunlight hits him directly that it’ll cause an immediate reaction. Saying that, he can feel the sun even when it’s hidden as his every vampiric extinct is to avoid it at all costs. His main excuse for this is that he suffers from a very severe case of polymorphic light eruption, which is a skin rash triggered by exposure to sunlight or artificial ultraviolet (UV) light, thus giving him a good excuse for not being seen in direct sunlight. He does also note the fact that he works the nightshift, giving him more reason to only been seen at night.

Not eating or drinking

Due to the fact that Jonathan is only able to consume blood, as anything else will be rejected from his body and brought back up ( this includes if he tried to mix blood with something, such as whisky, coffee, etc. ) He does his best to pretend otherwise, at times, usually using what Lady Asbhury did, making tea and simply enjoy its aroma. This is something he does at work with the likes of tea and coffee, but he will never actually be seen eating or drinking anything. Due to being unable to consume anything other than blood, Jonathan simply explains that he suffers from severe food allergies, both restricting what he can eat and how much, which explains his malnourished figure and why he makes it clear to people not to make food for him or buy him drinks, as they would go to waste because he can’t physically consume them no matter how much he might want to.

Bloodshot eyes

As Jonathan only consumes and transfuses small amounts of poor quality blood and animal blood to sustain himself enough to keep control rather than fully draining people or properly quenching his thirst, his eyes do remain the closest to their natural appearance as possible. The only change is that each sclera is slightly more bloodshot, though this is something he easily explains away as being due to working the nightshifts and excessive hours, which while those are true, they’re obviously not the primary cause of it.

Photographs

Since Jonathan is immortal he does try his best to stay away from being photographed as much as possible. Although there do remain old pictures and photographs of him from childhood and before his return from the First World War and subsequent transformation. He simply states that his work comes first rather than his face and name being plastered all over it. This is true, as he’s never looked to his profession or medical research for profit or fame, but it does also serve as an extra reason for not wanting to be photographed.

Never ageing

Seeing as Jonathan is unable to age, he’s taken to posing as each generation of his own family. As prior, if photographed and someone notices that he looks exactly the same as the man in old photographs from prior eras, or they recognise his name, he explains that they’re simply his grandfather, great grandfather etc and that they just happen to all look very alike, chose the same profession, were each renowned in their shared fields, and all carried on the same name. By modern times, Jonathan is posing as his own great grandson, technically making him Dr. Jonathan Reid III. He also makes a point of moving every decade or so before it becomes obvious to people around him that he doesn’t age at all.

Garlic

As an Ekon, Jonathan can be repelled by garlic, again, this can’t kill him, but his excuse for this is just simply that he’s highly allergic to garlic, which isn’t really a lie.

PSD CREDIT

#𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍:

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transfemstarscream · 2 years

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so marvel comics prowl didn’t start out as a dick which is typical. but more so is the fact that his personality, demeanor, and overall attitude with people starts to change throughout the course of the comic, and this is because this prowl went through a lot of shit, of the which involved having to see optimus sacrifice a lot of himself to “fix” things, autobots dying left and right, etc. and this makes him a lot more angry. a lot more frustrated and exhausted and although could be excused as a symptom of machoism in transformers comics at the time, it’s an explainable change in character. so he sees this, but then the dinobots start to become involved in the autobots’ business especially grimlock, and although this should be a positive development, prowl believes optimus puts too much trust in grimlock and feels even more angry when optimus starts to elect grimlock higher positions of power instead of himself or anyone else closer to optimus i.e. jazz, ironhide, and more. and prowl starts to become a jackass further when things go from periodically crazy to constantly crazy but! he still genuinely cares about the autobots and to an extent the dinobots. he’s frustrated because no one seems to be taking anything seriously anymore, i.e. the time optimus when close to death appoints grimlock leader of the autobots, and grimlock instead reacts rather nonalarmingly and wants to do something first instead of his duty. is it right? maybe not. but prowl can’t believe to himself that nobody is taking this as seriously as he is. and so he sacrifices his kindness and is outwardly angrier and a lot more hostile and becomes the prick we know him for today. but the thing that separates him from some of his recent iterations (which unfortunately go all out with the “asshole prowl” shtick) is that his emotion and empathy is still there. he still genuinely cares about people. he does a lot of questionable things but it doesn’t mean he’s inhumane. and i like it i don’t know.

#.txt #block of text #i think he's interesting sometimes.

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deathfavor · 1 year

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As we all know, Chrollo severely lacks any semblance of self-identity. He is a living ghost. A fog that rolls in and surrounds the place he is at, but disappears the moment you try to grasp it. As enigmatic and elusive as Chrollo might appear to other characters, he is every bit of that to HIMSELF. The strongest evidence of this comes from Chrollo himself when he speaks with Gon. He mentions he doesn’t like to restrict what or why he does things to words, but does entertain if trying to explain why he can kill so easily is the key to understanding himself. ( Although, he does ultimately seem to reject this idea, or at least decide it is not enough. )

In truth, I don’t think Chrollo will EVER be someone who is able to solidify and pin himself down and say this is who I am. He only can when he speaks as the spider, as the head of the Phantom Troupe. He can say this is the spider. The spider is ABOVE each of the members, it is a higher cause than the individual, which is why Chrollo can latch onto it as its vessel and show the spider off, why he says he can die, why ANY of them can die. The spider does not die with them, the spider will only ever die if the cause/ideology is completely eliminated. Even if every single one of them died spontaneously, but another person or group or generation took up the same ideology/cause, then the spider still lives.

But an individual is just that. An individual, not something higher or more. They are themselves. You are you. I am me. But what makes us, US? That is the question that Chrollo often spends contemplating, and one he won’t find for himself. And unlike other characters who often contemplate themselves, when you look at Chrollo, there’s nothing telling per se when it comes to him about WHO he is. HOW he is, yes. But not who. Try to think about it. What can you say about Chrollo that doesn’t loop back around to the spider? He’s a good leader? Yes, as head of the spider. He doesn’t pry into other members business? Well as long as it doesn’t betray the ideology of the spider, it doesn’t matter, so why would he pry? He let Hisoka into the Spider knowing full well Hisoka wants to fight him? Those are the rules of the Phantom Troupe. You can say he likes books, likes learning, but that doesn’t say anything about WHO he is.

Who Chrollo is, is the enigma of being. Even his ability doesn’t reveal ANYTHING about himself. It’s a perfect reflection of the man himself because of that. Everyone often focuses on ‘oh, his ability shows off his enjoyment of stealing, of being a thief’ and yes, this is true. But Skill Hunter / Bandit’s Secret is so much MORE than that. So please excuse this bit of a detour, but it is essential to understanding Chrollo himself as you will see.

Skill Hunter / Bandit’s Secret allows for Chrollo to steal other’s abilities as we know. Yes, there are known rules to it (much like the Troupe itself has rules), but that is what it does. It steals. Which is of course a good symbolism for a thief. But here’s the part I feel many people gloss over. Skill Hunter would be useless if no one else in the world could use Nen. Skill Hunter, by itself, is NOTHING. It’s a highly dangerous and valuable nen ability, yes. That is only because it lets Chrollo utilize what he has stolen. Skill Hunter, without any other Nen abilities, is just an empty book. It has a rigid, hardback cover, and empty sheets. Anyone else in the series could use their Nen ability if everyone else in the world ceased to be able to use Nen. but chrollo wouldn’t be able to use his. Rather telling, isn’t it?

What is Chrollo without the spider? Nothing. In his own eyes, he doesn’t exist without the spider. This is why Hisoka hunting down the legs is such a big deal. Chrollo views himself as the spider at all times essentially. But he does draw parts of his identity from his fellow troupe members. They are projections of shards of an identity in some sense, as well as being people he genuinely cares about. Losing a leg is like losing one of the few precious aspects that he can identify himself with. Killing Chrollo is not the worst fate for him. I think Hisoka knows this. Killing off all the legs and leaving just the head is the worst thing for Chrollo. That is crushing every projection, every trace of an identity that Chrollo has found for himself by recognizing it in others. Shalnark’s genius, Uvogin’s enthusiasm, Phink’s care for those around him, so on and so forth. The troupe are like scraps of an identity that he can hold onto for something besides just the spider (even though he doesn’t actively appear to have an awareness of this). Without it, he is like Skill Hunter in a Nen-less world. He has his body, a hard cover, but everything is empty pages and empty space. Could he stand back up? Probably, with time and effort, but never the same. He’d be plunged even further into the void of his own soul and empty void of identity.

Chrollo won’t find the answer to who he is no matter how far he looks. Because it’s not like math where there’s a direct answer. People are always evolving and changing. He knows this, he even talks about how interesting humans are in his deathmatch (which is interesting in that this places Chrollo in the space of an ‘other’ as if not human even though he is) and when he discusses the joys of exploring the darkness of the soul with Skill Hunter. But there’s enough to pin people down and say ‘this is who [name] is’. But he can’t see it to himself, and looks outwards for it to a small extent, while searching his own mind.

It doesn’t BOTHER him though. Yes, he does WANT to know and understand himself. There’s a part of him that feels like a ghost even to himself. But he’s also at peace to a point with simply being the Spider. The idea of who he is isn’t a MOTIVATING question so much as it is a PHILOSOPHICAL one to him. It’s fun to contemplate and ponder over and try to reach an answer, like unearthing an archeological site, but it isn’t a desperate NEED for him.

I have mentioned this a bit elsewhere, but an semblance of an identity Chrollo DOES gain is strongest when the Troupe or groups of members assemble, because as i said above, they are projections and a way he can get in touch with those shards, and they are people he cares about. It weakens when he’s on his own with nothing but his own mind, and he holds tighter to the idea of the spider. Although time with Hisoka is an exception in that it keeps him grounded as well, it keeps him more condensed and in the active ‘head of the troupe’ role for the most part, rather than the way he disperses on his own.

#honestly i have so many thoughts #its hard to narrow down on aspects of his lack of identity #but i hope the anon who asked enjoys this #touches on a lot of things #if you have more specific questions im happy to answer!#᛭ — [HEADCANON] only the goal must survive [CHROLLO LUCILFER]

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guy-j · 1 year

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Finals Season, Depression, and Things I Want to Experience Again.

It's finally the dreaded portion of the fall semester- the boss stage for those of us that haven't been keeping up with our studies, yet are too committed at this point to drop out, regardless of how necessary that might be. The thought of doing that, after all of the blood, sweat, and tears that have been shed on the journey to this hill, so the only way out is through.

I find myself spending the majority of my nights as I plan to today, hunched over my computer, writing like a madman, with math tutorial videos playing as company. It makes me feel like a maniac. After a while, the numbers become familiar, and I find myself stopping my writing and reflecting to attempt math problems, and yet, it doesn't get any easier. It's enough to make me laugh hysterically in my dorm, making me thankful when no one else is home. The stress is enough to shatter even the sanest among my peers, myself included. It's gotten to the point that I'm not sure how much more I can take of the constant pressure. I have a scholarship that runs out at the end of next semester, and a part of me feels that this could be my excuse to leave this hellhole and try the vast opportunities that the world supposedly has to offer.

I've had some very close calls these days. Recently, I got closer than I ever have to losing any chance at trying anything else in my life at all. I refuse to describe the event- none of you need to read it- but I was laying on the floor, phone in hand, tears streaming down my face, and I realized that I can't keep up with this any longer. Something needs to change or I will not make it out of here alive. I've always prided myself on my strength, my will, and my resolve to "keep on trucking", but next time I may not have the epiphany. I'm not sure what would happen the next time. This isn't healthy for me, and truthfully, I need to seek help for it, but my fear, the one that underlies all of my actions and drives me to do most things, prevents me. Why have humans evolved this mental block? What makes us say, "I can't tell anyone what I am experiencing", even when the alternative might kill us?

It's easy to tell people in similar positions to "seek help" if they begin to feel like the anxiety is seeping into the fissures of their mind and threatening to break the structure, but this is so much easier said than done. As I collapsed there, I called someone, the only person I could think of not being busy. This person was my lover at one point, and is now a dear friend- let's call them "N"- and the only person I could imagine not being occupied. Even in the total throes of despair, I felt like my unwellness was a burden to those I loved, for reasons the human mind can never explain. N picked up immediately, and I was tongue-tied. I didn't know what to say, so I simply said, "I just wanted to say hi, and let you know I love you." It isn't unusual for us to say that to each other, such is the depth of our shared experience, so I don't think they picked up on the desperation in my voice. "I love you" was the only way I could think of saying "I need help". N replied with a confused "I love you too, and...hi?" and I hung up.

It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life, and all I could do was tell this person that I loved them. N is not the closest person to me, not by a long shot, but they were at the top of my recent calls list for some odd reason. I'm not even sure if the call helped at all, but I got up, brushed myself off, and dried my face. Moments later, my brother and sister arrived, and I acted like everything was normal. For the rest of the evening, I was my normal self, despite the distress and fear I was under moments before. I wondered, as I was sitting there joking with everyone, how many other people had experienced this. Movies and awareness campaigns never show the person that acts as if nothing happened, although, of course, this wouldn't make for good TV I suspect.

I'm glad I am still alive. Since then, I have thought of all the things that I love about life, and while it's illogical to say that I would have missed them, I am glad that I can have a chance to experience them again. Listening to my favorite music, drinking my favorite drinks, eating my favorite food, reading my favorite books... and then above that, the creative experiences I love so much. Writing, drawing, composing, painting. I could have never spent another day in a comfortable chair sketching my dog. I could have never sang another song in the shower, or written a short story that brings joy to my friends. I could have spent my last moments in complete agony, crying over something as ridiculous as school grades. It's worth it to stay here, even if it's hard.

#mirrored #guy's text.#depression #anxiety #school

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teyvatdreams · 3 years

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I have a request: what about some headcanons of how Childe, Xiao and Albedo (separately) would react to a rumor of reader cheating on them? And how would they feel once they discover it was a misunderstanding/lie, if they did believe the rumor at first?

them reacting to a rumor of you cheating

includes: childe, xiao, and albedo

warnings: mentions of cheating

childe

as childe listened to two people behind him talk to each other about how they saw you getting awfully close with someone who wasn’t him, the pure anger on his face was unmistakable — even zhongli who sat beside him at xinyue kiosk noticed his sudden change in attitude. childe excused himself early from their meeting and made his way to you. his anger had subsided and turned into fear. into fear that the words he heard was true.

why wouldn’t you?

he was a bad guy. he knew you knew that, and although you had promised that you loved him no matter what, the fear of you leaving him because of that fact lingered in the back of his mind.

you were surprised at his early arrival home, and even more surprised at what he told you.

“what?” you stop whatever you were doing. “where did you hear this?”

“xinyue kiosk.” he mutters. “i know it’s dumb of me to get so upset, but—“

“well they’re wrong. i don’t know what they saw, but they were wrong.” you say firmly. “i did meet with that person, but obviously there isn’t anything going on between us. they’re a friend, of course it’ll seem like we’re close…” you explain.

“so… you weren’t…?”

“no,” you say quickly. “i would never cheat on you… god, how can people start such baseless rumors like that?” you ask.

childe feels a weight lifted off his shoulders. “you’re right… i shouldn’t have taken them so seriously.”

you walk to where he’s standing and take his hands in yours. “i promise, you’re the only one i want. i love you.” you kiss his cheek and suddenly, childe forgets why he was even scared in the first place.

xiao

upon hearing your name leave the mouths of some people in liyue, xiao remembers why he avoids going there. he knows they’re lying, and that what they’re talking about never happened. they were talking about how they saw you holding hands and getting dinner with someone else the night before, however, you were with the xiao the entire day.

his anger at having to hear you be disrespected by them doesn’t fade once you see him.

“xiao? did something happen?” you ask as he steps closer. “you look angry.”

“i am,” he sighs. “don’t worry about it.”

“you should talk about it.” you say softly. “it’ll help you calm down. you know i’m here to listen.”

“no, it’s…” he pauses. “i don’t want to upset you.”

“i won’t get upset,” you promise. “i mean… i won’t think i will, at least.”

xiao sighs again. “i heard people talking about you.”

“me?”

“yes. and they were saying such… stupid things! spreading some rumor that you were on a date with someone in the city last night. but you were with me. how could they be so—“

“xiao,” you grab onto his shoulders. “relax, please? there’s no reason to get worked up.”

“but how can i stay calm when they were saying such nasty things about you?” he asks.

“because it’s not true. even if they think it is, it just isn’t. so we don’t have to worry about it. we know what’s true, and that’s not what happened.” you say.

he pauses again and takes a deep breath. “you’re right. i should’ve just ignored them in the first place… they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“exactly,” you grin, grabbing his hand. “they’ll never know how much i love you.”

albedo

albedo was confused when he heard the rumor, although it did explain why people had been looking at him funny since he arrived in the city. it just didn’t sound like something you would do. but he was too scared to confront you — he was scared you’d take it the wrong way and make you think he didn’t trust you. and he did trust you, but such serious rumours shouldn’t be taken lightly.

“oh, uh, kaeya?” he asks as the cavalry captain walks away.

kaeya turns around to show the alchemist he’s listening.

“did you… perhaps see (y/n) yesterday? with… someone else?”

kaeya’s eyebrow furrows. “not that i remember. i mean, i saw them, but they were alone. why do you ask?”

“no reason,” he replies. “just wondering.”

kaeya, deciding not to pry, simply nods. “hmm, alright. be careful heading back.”

it takes longer than usual for albedo to return to his lab, mostly because he just mindlessly walked, his head swirling with different thoughts and scenarios. what if the rumor was true? what would he do then? no, he can’t think like that. that’s only going to—

“albedo?”

he’s brought back down to earth when he hears your voice, and he realizes he completely walked past the opening to his lab. he looks back and sees your head poking out.

“hello.” he says. “sorry, i was… thinking.”

“i could tell.” you chuckle. “come inside. i made some food. we can eat and then continue this experiment.”

albedo has no appetite. but he knows he must eat, which means he must get rid of the burden weighing heavy on him.

“are you cheating on me?”

as you nearly choke on your food from how blunt his question was, albedo realizes he probably should have worded it differently.

“what?” you ask. “why are you asking me that?”

“when i went to the city with timaeus, i heard people talking about it…” he responds. “i know it’s not true, or… i don’t want it to be true…”

“i’m not cheating on you,” you reply. “i don’t know where that rumor came from, but it’s not true. i’m kind of impressed they managed to start a rumor about me, though…” you say.

“hm? why is that?”

you shrug. “i don’t know. i mean, i just kind of… exist? i do my commissions… come up here and help you with your work, and that’s it. it must be super boring if they’re making a rumor about us. i promise, i’d never do that. i love you far too much.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo imagines #xiao headcanons #xiao imagines #childe headcanons #tartaglia headcanons #childe imagines #tartaglia imagines

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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oh captain ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 2488

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Captain Jack Sparrow smut where the reader has a kink of calling Jack her captain”

description: in which she loves to call him her captain, even in the most intimate of situations

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

It all started as a joke.

I came aboard the Black Pearl in search of my sister, Elizabeth Swann, and her secret lover, Will Turner. It was no secret that they were travelling with notorious Captain Jack Sparrow and, although my parents did not exactly like Will Turner, they had sent me as a way to tell Elizabeth that they were giving her their blessing to marry Will.

Of course, the moment I - a single, young maiden that had often been described as “beautiful” by my suitors - stepped on to the ship, the captain himself couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. There was many a moment in which Elizabeth had to actually tell Jack that he was being too forward or too crass with me. I liked to play along with his games as well and would tease him back. My favorite way of teasing him was to call him “Captain” in a sarcastic manner.

The first time I said it was in response to Jack’s very bossy tone as he told Elizabeth and I to do something. “Oh, of course, Captain.”

I could see a fire light in his eyes even then as he looked at me. “What did you say?”

“Well, you insist that we on the boat here refer to you as your supposed title,” I had told him. “I was just saying it. I thought you would like that.”

“The way you said it,” he pointed out. “It wasn’t very...crewman like.”

“Oh, my apologies, Captain.”

The fire ignited in his eyes again, but he decided to leave it be this time and to go on to yell commands at his other crewmates.

That’s how it all started. It was just a joke, a way to poke fun at Jack without being too harsh. I used the nickname almost every time I saw him, and almost every time I could see a look on his face that was hard to understand.

That was, until I found myself bent over his desk moaning the original teasing nickname repeatedly.

I never expected to find myself falling for Captain Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth had told me many a story about his attempts at courting beautiful maidens, including herself despite her love for Will. The stories led me to believing that Jack was just a man who wanted to use then leave a woman. I wrote him off as nothing more than a scoundrel, a pirate captain. Oh, what a fool I was.

No one on the ship knew of our love affair, especially not Elizabeth. I loved my sister dearly and I knew she would never judge me for who I had fallen in love with, however I also knew she couldn’t keep a secret from our parents for the life of her, and the last thing I needed was to break my parents hearts by telling them that their youngest daughter had fallen in love with a pirate.

That’s why I continued to use the teasing nickname in such fashion in front of my sister, but every time I used it, I could see that spark of desire in Jack’s eyes.

There was one day that we were on course for some sort of treasure that Jack was dying to find.

“It’s been lost for hundreds of years,” he was explaining to Will. Elizabeth and I were trying to help some of the crewmen and overheard the conversation that both men were refusing to tell us. “Wealth and riches beyond your wildest dreams. You could buy over Elizabeth’s parents with that sort of money.”

“I don’t think anything could buy over Elizabeth’s parents at this rate,” Will joked. “But do you really believe it to be truth? I’ve heard it’s nothing but a - ”

“A pirate’s tale,” Jack finished. “A way to lead pirates to their deaths? I’ve heard those stories, too. But there’s only one way to find out.”

“Mad man is going to get us killed,” Elizabeth whispered to me. “He only cares for the riches he may get, he doesn’t think of the countless lives he’s risking.”

“Of course he doesn’t,” I responded. “Anything that will shower him in gold and recognition is his top priority.”

“What are you two talking about down there?” Jack called from his perch at the steering wheel.

Elizabeth and I shared a teasing glance before Elizabeth responded, “Just about how smart you are, my dear captain! This journey can only go right!”

Jack raised an eyebrow at the obvious sarcasm in Elizabeth’s voice before his eyes landed on me.

“We were discussing how much recognition you will get once you find this totally real treasure you’re looking for,” I said. I paused a moment before giving Jack a brief smirk as I added, “Captain.”

He shuffled a little, trying to make his lust seem like he was just annoyed with me and Elizabeth. I couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly at him before turning back to Elizabeth, who was also giggling.

“You both doubt me,” he finally said after a long stretch of silence, “but I’ll show you both, and this whole boat, that I am right and this treasure is real.”

He came down from his perch and walked into the room that was designated as “his office”, his eyes meeting mine for a split moment. “I’m going to study the map for some time, please do not disturb me.”

What he really meant was, No one else come disturb me, I will be fucking (Y/N)’s brains out.

I felt myself becoming tingly between my legs, a regular sensation that Jack was able to get out of me. I tried to keep a light look on my face, but it was hard to do so when all I wanted was to follow him into that room.

“You two should be kinder to him,” Will said, although he, too, was laughing. “He’s been kind enough to let us travel with him.”

“After trying to get under mine and (Y/N)’s skirts for a few months,” Elizabeth added. “He knows that we like him and that we are grateful for him. It’s just so easy to tease him sometimes.”

Tell me about it, I thought to myself.

“Maybe we should leave the captain alone to his mapping for a while,” Will said, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth’s waist. It was his only silent way of asking Elizabeth for what Jack was trying to get from me.

“Perhaps we should,” she responded and gave her husband to be a light kiss on his lips.

The two left without another word to me, which was alright by me. It meant that I didn’t have to make up an excuse as to why I was “disturbing” Jack when he asked me not to.

Once I was sure they were too busy with one another to notice me, I turned and raced for the door. I hastily did mine and Jack’s secret knock before shoving the door open. I was shocked to see that the room before me was empty - the desk where Jack usually sat waiting for me was empty, and there was almost no sight of him at all.

Before I could even consider why this had happened, the door slammed behind me and I felt someone take hold of my throat and shove me against the closed door. Jack’s lips met mine and I felt the familiar explosive feeling I had whenever we kissed. His hands were already roughly pulling at my skirt, trying to pull it up around my hips.

“Someone is impatient,” I breathed against his lips. “You told everyone not to disturb you, remember? You don’t have to be so fast and so rough.”

“But if I take you quickly once, I can take you again before anyone notices that we’re even gone.”

His dirty words ignited a fire in me. I giggled as he picked me up in his arms and laid me down on his desk. The poor thing had seen more of our action than any actual work that Jack had ever done. I was surprised that it was still standing after all this time.

I took hold of the back of Jack’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Our lips moved so perfectly with one another as his hands trailed up my bare legs, his cold rings leaving shivers where they trailed. I pulled at his pants, trying desperately to get them off. He chuckled against my lips, the vibrations running through my entire body.

“Who is the impatient one now?” he asked.

“Not like the great Captain to leave a girl waiting in her desire,” I teased, hoping the nickname would be used to my advantage.

Lucky for me, I knew that was the one thing that could break Jack. He roughly pulled at the strings around the back of my dress, causing it to loosen and fall off my body completely. Once my dress was a heap on the floor, Jack pushed me onto the desk so I was laying on my back. I watched as he undid his pants and pulled them down just far enough for his hard member to pop free. Just seeing how hard he was from the little amount of teasing we had been doing was enough to make me start dripping in anticipation.

I gasped as I felt him pushing himself into me. No matter how many times we had sex, I still continued to be shocked by how big he was. He made my eyes roll into the back of my head just by filling me with his hard cock.

His hand found my hair and he roughly pulled me up so my body was pressed against his. “What’s my name, love?”

“Captain,” I breathed, dying to move my hips against his to get some sort of friction between us. But I knew that would only result in him punishing me for being naughty.

My response earned me a few slow thrusts. I bit my lip as to not moan too loud, but it was hard to keep quiet during one of our rendezvous. They were often few and far between, leaving the two of us very pent up and needing of release when the time came.

“Say it again for me my pet,” he purred.

“Captain,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him as closely as I could. “Oh, Captain.”

The grip he had on my hair tightened as he began to thrust into me more, now going at a quicker and more steady pace. I pressed my lips to his to try and muffle my moans, which were now starting to become loud enough for anyone who would be passing by to hear.

I moaned out the name a few more times, which led to me being laid back over the desk yet again with Jack leaning over me, his thrusts so rough now that the desk was being moved. I arched my back against him, trying to get him as far into me as he could go. One of his hands was gripping my thigh while the other was wrapped around my throat, pressing slightly against the sides every now and then, and causing me to feel lightheaded.

Jack was always able to hit a spot in me that made my brain turn to mush and my eyes roll back into my head. I could barley think straight when he was pounding that spot relentlessly inside of me, especially at that moment when the only thing I could feel was waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

I managed to pull my thoughts together enough to utter out a sentence, “I’m so close, Captain.”

“Let me feel you come undone around me, my pet,” he said. I could feel him twitching inside of me, indicating that he was close to finishing himself.

My fingers curled into the desk as I felt myself hitting my climax. My entire body seemed to curl in some way as I felt myself contracting around Jack. His hands slipped under my arched back, pulling my body up to press against him as he did his final thrusts and finished inside of me.

The aftermath of our love making rarely lasted long in fear of being caught. Jack held me for a short amount of time, kissing the top of my head and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, before he finally had to pull away from me and begin to redress himself. I pulled my dress back up.

“You mind tying me back up?” I asked him, turning around to present my still bare back to him.

He laced the strings through their proper holes and tied it tight enough that it would stay up, but not too tight to cause discomfort.

“Do you really think you’ll find that treasure you’re on route for?” I asked him once he was finished. “Do you think it’s real?”

“I choose to believe every treasure is real until proven otherwise,” he responded. “I know everyone on the ship thinks that I’m leading us to our deaths, but I truly believe there is something waiting for us at our destination.”

“Well, if you believe it then I believe you,” I said. “What do you plan on doing with your riches once you get them?”

“I’ll share them amongst the crew,” he started. “There’s supposedly enough to keep a dozen men from having to work for the rest of their lives, and I have just a little over a dozen men on this ship. What I keep for myself I’m going to use to get a better ship. The old Black Pearl is starting to see her end I’m afraid. And, with whatever is left, I intend to buy you a rock so big and so stunning that any royal woman would be jealous of it.”

He lifted my hand to his lips and gave my knuckles a soft kiss.

“You intend to marry me?” I asked him.

“Of course I do. Why do you seem shocked to hear that?”

I chuckled. “Well, the stories I’ve heard about the great Captain Jack Sparrow, none of them made it sound like he would ever settle down with a woman.”

Jack smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking lovingly into my eyes. I could get lost staring into those beautiful eyes of his.

“A man must know when the right woman has come along,” he told me. “Especially a pirate. And the moment you stepped foot on my ship, I knew you were the right woman.”

“You sweet talker,” I said before pressing my lips to his. “When you do get me that ring, just know that I will say yes.”

“Of course, my love. And I cannot wait to have you to sail the seas with for the rest of my life.”

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Lao Nie and Nie Mingjue have a good day together and bond. What was their relationship like before the qi deviation?

Boys - ao3

“Two paths, hmm?” Lao Nie said, squinting at the road markers in front of him. “Well, I don’t see why we can’t go down this one to the right –”

“No.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because little uncle asked me not to let you meet any new dangerous women,” Nie Mingjue said, looking as serious as ever – only his little hands, swinging to the side, revealed that he was just a ten-year-old. Still a child, no matter how mature he tried to act. “And a place called the Springtime Ghost Valley sounds like it probably has dangerous women.”

“Hey,” Lao Nie protested mildly. “Who’s the father here, me or you?”

“If a-die wants a new wife, little uncle will find one that isn’t inclined to kill him.”

That sounded like a recitation.

“Then what’s even the point,” Lao Nie grumbled, and reached out to ruffle his son’s hair, enjoying how Nie Mingjue yelped when he did, glaring up at him with offended dignity.

In all honesty, Lao Nie had no idea how he’d ended up with a son as serious and sincere and earnest as Nie Mingjue – he himself hadn’t taken anything seriously in years. Probably it was his mother’s influence.

Now that was a woman.

Not that his foxy second wife hadn’t been woman enough to blow him away either…

Hmm.

Perhaps they had a point about his taste in women.

“How about men?” Lao Nie suggested. “If it really means so much to you, I could swear off of women entirely –”

“A-die.”

“Mm?”

“Leave Sect Leader Wen alone.”

Lao Nie cracked up.

Because Lao Nie was the father, however easy-going he might sometimes be, they ended up heading down the right-hand path regardless. They were supposed to be night-hunting, after all – it was the perfect bonding experience according to Jiwei, though Lao Nie suspected his saber of having selfish intentions there – and deliberately avoiding a place with ‘Ghost’ in the name was hardly appropriate for scions of a Great Sect like theirs.

Although the reference to springtime was admittedly a little worrisome.

If it turned out to be a brothel, with the ghost thing being just a clever if somewhat tonedeaf marketing ploy, Lao Nie was turning around and taking them both home at once. He wasn’t going to risk little Nie Mingjue turning out anything like that awful Jin Guangshan – or, nearly as bad, having to explain anything more about the joys of sex to those earnest little button eyes and dimpled cheeks with no time to prepare first. He still hadn’t recovered emotionally from the last few times Nie Mingjue had asked him a question like that.

When they finally reached the end of the path, turning a corner to behold a clearing that was probably completely ordinary during the daytime, Lao Nie found that he’d been both right and wrong.

“It’s a ghost brothel,” he marveled. He’d never seen anything like it in his life.

“Dangerous women,” Nie Mingjue reminded him.

“A-Jue! Let your father live a little!”

Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes.

Lao Nie virtuously ignored his slightly judgmental brat of a son. It wouldn’t do him that much harm to go visit for a while, with the risk of Jin Guangshan-ness being relatively minimal; they were ghosts, after all. It was the duty of every cultivator to fight against evil, wherever it lived, no matter its form –

“Fighting? Is that what it’s called?”

“Who taught you sarcasm?” Lao Nie asked, knowing perfectly well that the answer was himself. “I ought to smack them.”

Nie Mingjue crossed his arms over his chest and pouted at him. “Fine, it’s fighting, we’ll go fight them. Do you want me to start drawing ghost-repelling talismans?”

“Liberate first!” Lao Nie sang out. “Come on, let’s go see what they’re like – er, that is, I mean, see what grievances they have that are keeping them here, of course. There’s no harm in dangerous women. Just don’t let them eat your yang energy!”

“It’s not my yang energy that I’m worried about, a-die…”

The ghostly madame was an extraordinarily charming person and Lao Nie liked her at once.

Not liked her liked her – he’d fallen head over heels with both of his wives from the first word, and that hadn’t happened here – but still, conversing with her was an extraordinarily enjoyable way to spend time.

She was witty and clever, with a broad range of knowledge and a gift for keeping a conversation lively and exciting; she could meet every verbal riposte with ease, and looked utterly gorgeous and composed the entire time. Sure, she kept trying to lure Lao Nie into an orgy in which all of his yang energy would be slowly sucked out before his body was ripped to pieces and his bones cracked open so that the ghosts could consume the marrow within, but what a way to go, right?

Nie Mingjue spent his time making friends with the ghost prostitutes.

Lao Nie wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.

Well, he supposed he’d been expected a range of things – anything from Nie Mingjue getting suckered in by one of the ghosts and needing to be rescued by his father to Nie Mingjue just pulling out his Baxia and trying to stab them because he felt offended by their existence. He wasn’texpecting his ghostly conversational partner to suddenly frown mid-sentence and say, “What is he talking to them about?”

Lao Nie turned his head slightly and started listening.

“– just because you’re a ghost doesn’t mean you have to work allthe time, surely,” Nie Mingjue was saying, completely serious and earnest in the way he so often was. Lao Nie’s son had in fact inherited his sense of humor, only it tended to be buried fairly deep down and make its way up to the surface in an understated way in the most unexpected times; the rest of the time, he was straightforward to a fault, treating everything sincerely. “The birds in the trees, the animals in the fields – even among prostitutes, even the street-walking ladies know they need to take time to rest! I can’t believe you really have to work every single night. How long has it been since you had a night off?”

The ghost prostitutes around him had contemplative looks on their faces.

“Isn’t the whole point of becoming a vengeful man-eating ghost that you have more power than regular humans? I don’t know, it kind of seems like a bad deal if you have even worse conditions after all that –”

“I’m sorry,” the ghostly madame said, looking irritated underneath all her carefully painted smiles. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment…”

Lao Nie had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud.

“I think we’ve all learned a valuable life lesson today,” Lao Nie announced.

Nie Mingjue was pouting again.

“I don’t think we did,” he said, sounding profoundly skeptical. A filial child like Nie Mingjue shouldn’t sound so skeptical of his beloved father’s words of wisdom, really; if Lao Nie wasn’t so heartless, he might be offended. Of course, the skepticism might have originated from the heartlessness, so it was all six of one, half a dozen of the other in the end. “Those poor ghost ladies! They were still fighting each other by the time we left!”

“I’ve never seen a ghost pull another ghost’s hair before,” Lao Nie conceded. It had been brilliant. “One day, someone’s going to figure out a more reliable way to use ghosts to fight ghosts, mark my words.”

“Isn’t that demonic cultivation?”

“Oh, sure,” Lao Nie said, still cheerful. “If whoever it is does too much of it, eventually it’ll build up into a backlash that’ll kill them in some grossly horrific manner. Probably ripped into pieces by the backlash. And that’s not even counting how they’d be ostracized and hunted by the cultivation world first! But still, imagine how exciting it’d be in the meantime!”

“A-die…”

Lao Nie patted Nie Mingjue on the head again, earning another glare. “Immortality is a lie, A-Jue. We’re all here for a short time, each and every one of us, and only the length determined by fate and man. All that matters is what we do with the time that we have, and whether we’ve used it well.”

“To fight against evil wherever it lives, no matter its form?”

“To leave the world a better place than when we entered it, and to let our memories linger in the hearts of those that love us,” Lao Nie said. “Fighting evil is the best way to accomplish the former, and living a good life the latter. And you might as well have a good time doing it, if you can! Everything else is just extra.”

Nie Mingjue thought about that for a moment. “And a-die likes to have second helpings of extras?”

That was true. Lao Nie was a man of prodigious appetites of all sorts.

Despite that, he protested, “That wasn’t the point I was trying to make. I was being serious for once.” Seeing Nie Mingjue’s skeptical look, he made a face. “I can be serious, sometimes!”

“Can you?”

“It’s been known to happen! A date written on a wall will be right once a year.”

“Not if the wall gets painted over.”

“Ouch,” Lao Nie said. “I don’t even understand the metaphor you’re making, and I’m still going ouch.”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Mingjue said, utterly unimpressed. “You know, if you wanted one of the ghost ladies to be Third Mother, you would’ve been better off with the one playing the qin, not the ghost madame. She was much more powerful.”

Lao Nie arched his eyebrows. “Was she?”

Nie Mingjue nodded. “She had claws like a lizard.”

Lao Nie tried to remember which one of them had been the ghost girl playing the qin. He couldn’t quite remember at first – the women there were all surpassingly lovely, almost to the point of over-saturation – and then suddenly an image came into view, a beauty with a veil and sharp sword-like eyebrows, leaning over the qin with the shining pearl hanging in the center of her forehead dipping down.

And, yes, claws like a lizard.

“Hmm,” Lao Nie said. “That might have been a dragon, actually. You should be careful of those, they’re tricky.”

They’ll rip you and three dozen other cultivators besides into more pieces than can be picked up without blinking an eye, he meant, and you won’t even know what hit you. Avoid at all costs.

“Oh,” Nie Mingjue said, blinking. “Oops.”

“…what do you mean, oops?”

“Nothing bad! If I’m not supposed to interact with her, does that mean I should go and give back the gift she gave me?”

“She gave you a – give me that,” Lao Nie said. “This instant.”

“But a-die, you said there’s no harm in dangerous women –”

“For me, you foolish child!”

“I suppose it’s fine,” Lao Nie finally concluded, having inspected the dragon pearl from all angles several times over. “I don’t know how you do this, A-Jue.”

“Do what?”

Lao Nie thought about how his foxy second wife had cooed over his eldest son with a (slightly disturbing) fervor that she otherwise reserved only for eating snacks, and how viciously she’d dealt with anyone who’d even thought of interfering with Nie Mingjue in any way. He was fairly sure he himself had only survived his second marriage on account of having such a charming son.

“Don’t worry about it,” he finally said, mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure how to explain – or if he even entirely understood. “Anyway, it’s nothing dangerous. Rather the contrary! Dragon pearls like this are given to baby dragons to protect them.”

Nie Mingjue frowned. “What feeds on baby dragons?”

“…I think it’s mostly to protect them from themselves,” Lao Nie said, feeling a little uncertain about it himself. “And if it’s not, I don’t think I want to know, to be perfectly honest. There’s fighting evil, which is only right, and then there’s suicide, which is a waste – a wise man should know how to judge the difference between them. Anyway, that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.”

“It wasn’t?”

“It wasn’t, and you aren’t allowed to start worrying about the fate of theoretical baby dragons – I forbid it.” Nie Mingjue scowled. He’d probably started worrying already. “My point was actually that a pearl like this is a remarkably powerful protective tool for cultivators – one of those things that can only be found by chance and not made. Keep this on you, and you’ll never have to fear your opponent in battle.”

Nie Mingjue looked thoughtful.

“What do you want to do with that pearl, anyway?” Lao Nie asked after they’d gotten home and split up just long enough to take a nice long relaxing bath and gobble down dinner. “Do you want to put it in the treasury?”

Nie Mingjue blinked twice, which for him was practically the same as looking terribly shifty-eyed.

“You already did something with it,” Lao Nie deduced. “Something that isn’t using it as intended.”

“Oh, no,” Nie Mingjue said, looking shocked at the mere suggestion. “I’m definitely using it as intended.”

Lao Nie looked him up and down. “You’re not wearing it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t use it. Protection from your opponents in proper battle – that seems like cheating!”

Lao Nie felt a slight headache coming on. People who said they wanted a good boy for a son had no idea what they were getting themselves into, he reflected. Why couldn’t he have birthed a complete rascal instead?

“All right,” he said, instead of saying any of that because at the end of the day, bewildering as he might be, Nie Mingjue was his son and he loved him more than anything. “So what did you do with it?”

“I gave it to Huaisang.”

Lao Nie blinked. He supposed that really was using it for its intended purpose – protecting babies from themselves – although he suspected the dragon lady had been thinking of Nie Mingjue as the baby.

“Although…”

Lao Nie raised his eyebrows.

“…I think he may have swallowed it.”

My boys, Lao Nie thought, and had to sit down and hold his ribs because he otherwise feared he might split his sides from laughing so hard. Only my boys.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Arkham Patient (Part 3)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Words: 3,357

Warning: Smut, Violence, Murder, Gore, Medical Procedures

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Within less than twenty minutes, you found yourself restrained into a strait jacket and in a padded cell in one of Arkham’s most secure floors.

You didn’t bother to put up a fight in order to avoid being tranquilised by the guards and you weren’t bothered by the fact that you were on your own, in a dark and somewhat scary looking cell.

After all, it wasn’t the first time you were put into solitary confinement nor was it the first time you were subjected to punishment here at Arkham Asylum.

Within minutes, you were visited by one of the female psychiatrists who was on duty that night but, of course, you didn’t intend to talk to her about how you got hold of the scalpel which really was all that she was interested in knowing.

You did, however, make a point of telling her why you tried to kill the guard, although it was not that she cared.

‘Listen Love, I am not going to tell you anything else, no matter how often you are planning to shock me with this thing’ you laughed as the female psychiatrist held up a large taser.

‘You will talk Miss Y/LN. I will make you talk’ she then insisted before disappearing and shortly thereafter returning with a syringe which was filled with a green coloured liquid.

‘You aren’t going to inject this shit into me’ you yelled at her before crawling backwards, kicking and screaming before, eventually, your foot kicked the syringe out of her hand.

The woman scrambled to the floor and, just as she picked up the syringe again, you leashed out at her with your right leg once more.

‘I am telling you bitch, you ain’t injecting me with this shit’ you said angrily as you stood up and the psychiatrist called for the guards once again.

Within seconds, two guards came running and held onto you, ensuring that you would hold still so that the female psychiatrist could inject you with the drugs but, just as she held the syringe to your right leg, you heard a sharp male voice from the doorway.

‘That’s enough’ the man said angrily, causing the female psychiatrist to move away from you.

‘Dr Crane’ she said somewhat surprised before explaining to him what happened and what she was doing.

‘I don’t care Miss Langford. No drugs on this patient. She is part of a trial that I am conducting. I need her mind to be clear’ Dr Crane said as he took the syringe out of the woman’s hands.

‘I am sorry Dr Crane, but she wasn’t cooperating’ the woman then explained and Crane told her and the guards to leave before closing the door to your cell behind him.

He kneeled down in front of you and caressed your face somewhat awkwardly.

‘Next time, you need to aim for the area right here Miss Y/LN. This way you will cut through the carotid artery and most defiantly inflict a fatal injury. I am disappointed in you, because you missed’ he said as he quickly pushed your neck to one side and ran his finger firmly over the large artery in your neck.

‘It was dark’ you said as you swallowed harshly before giving Dr Crane a lust filled look.

‘That’s no excuse Miss Y/LN. The guard is still alive’ Crane then explained before evaluating your facial expressions.

‘Aren’t you glad that he is?’ you chuckled somewhat surprised by his comment.

‘I don’t care much for men like him. Laying a hand on a woman like this without her consent is too immoral, even for a man like me. Your fellow inmate told me about what happened and, for that reason, I will ensure that no charges are pressed against you Miss Y/LN. This does, however, not mean that you won’t be punished for your actions’ Crane then said and you looked at him with a devilish smile.

‘Punishment? You know this kind of shit doesn’t work on me. Even your fear serum doesn’t do anything to me’ you laughed, causing Crane to sigh before chuckling himself. You intrigued him and amused him all at the same time.

‘You know what’s interesting Miss Y/LN?’ Crane then said, ignoring most of what you had just said to him.

‘No but, no doubt, you are about to tell me doctor’ you smirked and, indeed he did.

‘I did some research on you. You only moved to Gotham two years ago and lived in Russia before then. You changed your identity three times within the past two years. You didn’t only just kill the three drug lords down at Gotham Mall, but this was simply the first time you got caught. You are experienced and well trained which also makes me think that, the fact that you missed this guard’s artery, wasn’t an accident. You wanted him to live. Why?’ he asked.

‘Like you Dr Crane, I have morals. I only kill people who have wronged me personally or who have hurt the people that I love. I like my fellow inmate but I don’t know her that well and whilst I won’t kill for her, I will ensure that she is safe just because I can’ you explained.

‘A woman with morals…who would have thought’ Crane then said before asking you the same question again, which was a question he had asked you over and over again throughout the past six months.

‘Yet none of this explains why you don’t feel fear…why don’t you feel fear?’ Crane then asked, causing you to laugh again.

‘Whilst you experiment with fear and how to inflict it in the most efficient way, in Russia, we experiment with drugs that take fear away. This way, we can create soldiers who are fearless for when we need them to be fearless. I grew up in an orphanage and was one of the early test subjects in the so called ‘FeX Trial’. I was restrained and injected with serums over and over again for years. Ironically, the men who invested the most money in to the trial are American, Dons and Drug Lords, wanting to create an army for themselves. Most of them are dead now, except for one, one who is a patient here at Arkham’ you then said, causing even Crane’s chin to drop.

‘You wanted to get caught so that you kill this man in here’ Crane laughed before realising who the man was. The only man held in Akrham who had this kind of money and influence was Carmine Falcone, who was put under Jonathan Crane’s care after having been arrested for the second time.

Dr Crane himself despised him, but due to his connections to the local drug trade, couldn’t kill him himself and you were very well aware of this.

‘I hope your curious mind has now been satisfied Dr Crane. Now, you were referring to some kind of punishment earlier. Would you care to elaborate?’ you then smirked.

‘You have some kind of twisted mind Miss Y/LN. And a death wish too it seems. You have every reason to be in here if you think that killing Gotham’s elite criminals is a good idea’ Crane then said with some amusement as he ran his fingers over your naked thighs and all the way up to your cotton panties which were the only other piece of clothing you were wearing in addition to your strait jacket.

‘Think about it doctor, your trials would be so much more valuable if the FeX Trial was to be discontinued and it’s investors were gone. You can take the illicit drug trade in Gotham. I could help you’ you said, biting your lip seductively, causing Crane to look over his slim glasses.

‘We are both just as crazy as each other, which makes all of this so fucking perfect, doesn’t it? You are so sick and sadistic and I kind of like it’ you then smirked.

‘And how do I know that I can trust you, hmm?’ he then asked and you shrug your shoulders.

‘I don’t know, maybe you can’t’ you winked before carrying on. ‘Now, don’t you think that it is time for my punishment doctor? I am really in need to be punished’ you then said, spreading your legs for his viewing.

‘Giving you what you want is hardly a punishment Miss Y/LN’ Crane then chuckled before evaluating the situation further. ‘But then again, I have needs and you look quite delightful in this strait jacket Miss Y/LN’ he then said with a smirk, causing you to giggle.

‘You have my consent to do whatever you like to me in here Dr Crane’ you winked and he seemed quite happy by your submission.

‘Very well’ Crane then said before taking off his suit jacket and lying it into the corner of the cell.

‘How about you come over here and show me what this little mouth of yours can do?’ he then commanded.

‘Make me’ you teased and, quick as a flash, he pinned you against one of the padded walls.

‘So, you want to do this the hard way Miss Y/LN?’ he asked as he held you against the wall, pushing you deeper against the cushions at the back and making you squeal.

‘Yes’ you wiggled, trying to escape his grip, but he was a lot stronger than you.

‘I know you like it like this, taking me the way you want, making me struggle’ you yelped, pushing against him and still trying to worm your way out from beneath his hands.

‘Indeed, I do’ Crane said as all of the wiggling around and rubbing against him was arousing him more and more. In fact, you saw his cock stiffening, pushing up against the fabric of his suit pants and it excited you. Nonetheless, you played along and tried to push him off you again, but he still didn't budge.

‘This will be perfect because I know exactly how to punish you for your actions’ Crane then said as he leaned in close and spoke softly, directly next to your ear.

‘I will fuck you and you won’t get to cum. It will be pure torture for you’ he said as you shifted slightly, pushing his cock against your face slowly.

‘That is not what I had in mind Dr Crane, please…I beg you…let me cum when you fuck me’ you huffed out somewhat worried.

‘Having an orgasm is a privilege Miss Y/LN. Do you think that you deserve such privilege after stabbing one of my guards?’ he asked as he kept you pinned against the padded wall.

You shook your head as he groaned, rubbing his hard-on up against your lips, just two thin layers of cotton separating your mouth from his hardness.

‘Please, I do anything…’ you gasped against him, shocked at what he was going to do, fucking you without allowing you to reach climax.

‘Please Dr Crane’ you cried, knowing that, even after he leaves, it would be impossible for you to finish yourself off while wearing this horrible strait jacket.

‘No’ he said. ‘I know, it's okay. Shhhhh...you deserve this punishment’ he said with devilish fire in his eyes as he ground against your face.

‘Now be a good girl and open your mouth’ he then said as he opened the zipper and button on his pants and pushed them down to his knees.

Within seconds, he impaled his cock into your mouth, thrusting straight into the back of your throat.

‘The fact that you don’t gag is incredible’ Crane then moaned as he thrusted into your mouth, in and out, hitting the back of your throat each time while you gasped for air.

You moaned around his cock as he was fucking your mouth hard and fast, just the way you liked it. His hands had a firm grip on your hair and he was clearly enjoying your submission.

Then, after about five minutes, he had enough and pulled out from your mouth, leaving you to drool as you tried to catch your breath.

With one quick move, he pulled your whole body forward, making you lie on your back before he adjusted his weight, holding you down with one of his hands, so that he could plunge the other hand down the front of your panties.

‘Don’t you dare cum. If you cum, you will stay in here for a whole fucking week. Do you understand?’ Crane asked as he rubbed your wet clit in little circles, making you jump involuntarily.

‘I understand Dr Crane’ you stammered out as you were getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Jonathan Crane had skilled hands that teased your opening, sliding across your slick labia and sensitive clit. His fingers didn't penetrate you yet, but rubbed up and down until your pussy was dripping onto the floor cushion below you. You squirmed, trying not to moan.

Then he plunged two fingers inside you, slowly but firmly. Your walls were velvety smooth and gripped him incredibly tight, even just around two fingers. He buried them in you up to the last knuckles and began stroking.

‘Dr Crane, please…oh god’ you moaned involuntarily as he was curling his fingers upwards to brush your g-spot. He could tell your body was responding well and was ready to climax.

‘You should see yourself, dripping all over my hands’ Dr Crane observed as his cock had gotten so hard and swollen that it was physically hurting him now. He shoved a third finger inside you, stretching your pussy a little wider and making you cry out, then left them buried inside you for a few seconds.

Eventually, when you were close to climaxing, he paused his finger fucking to pull down your soaked panties.

‘You won’t be needing them while you are in here and the thought of my cum dripping out of your bare pussy all night has me all excited Miss Y/LN. I might even stay in my office and check the camera to see what you are doing in here, all wet, hot and bothered and in need to orgasm’ he then whispered while his hard cock pointed straight at your naked slit, throbbing with need.

‘Oh god’ you moaned again as Dr Crane rubbed the naked tip of his cock across your dripping pussy lips, and finally forced the head of his cock inside you.

With the strait jacket, you were unable to move and Crane held your legs around his waist tightly as he impaled his cock on you.

‘Please…fuck this feels incredible…please let me cum’ you howled at the intrusion before you tried to wiggle away, knowing that you couldn’t take it without reaching an orgasm.

‘No’ Dr Crane simply said before he almost lost his grip on you.

Looking into your eyes, he pulled his cock out, then firmly pushed back in, succeeding in squeezing another inch or two of his cock into you as you were so incredibly tight. It felt like heaven. You were so incredibly soft and your pussy gripped his cock in a hot, wet vice, almost causing him to cum instantly.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to cum so soon. Then, he moved his hands upwards and squeezed around your neck with both hands, partially cutting off your breathing, but being careful not to crush the front of your throat.

‘Fuck’ you moaned and Crane took a deep breath and thrust hard into your petite body, stretching your pussy painfully wide.

‘I need to cum, fuck’ you huffed out as Crane started pumping slowly in and out of your insanely tight pussy.

‘No’ he said again as you screamed in pleasure and frustration.

You could still breathe okay, although he had one hand still around your neck. His other hand was roaming all over your strait jacket covered upper body, rubbing over your breasts, then moving down and gently stroking your clit. He settled into a steady rhythm, moaning in pleasure as he fucked you raw.

Your screams became gasps as Jonathan Crane filled up entirely, rubbing against your g-spot every time he bottomed out, driving you crazy. You felt your hips shift automatically as your body opened up to accept his cock to an even deeper spot. It felt amazing and you struggled to hide your reaction.

‘That's a good girl’ Crane then cooed, revelling in the way your pussy contracted around his cock, milking it. Your breaths were coming in short gasps now, and your legs were trembling.

‘So, fucking tight aren’t you?’ he then groaned as he was trying to control himself because it felt like your pussy was going to force his cum out. He grunted, increasing his tempo and thrusting into you harder now. A slapping noise filled the room, as his balls hit your ass with every thrust.

‘Please, I beg you, let me cum’ you squealed as the thick base of his shaft stretched your abused hole even further open and you felt so close.

‘No’ Crane said harshly in response as he was thrusting so hard now that he had pushed you up against the wall, and you felt like you couldn't take it anymore.

You were both gasping and panting now and Crane’s eyes glazed over as he pumped into you roughly until, eventually, he burrowed himself deeply inside of you and his movements came to a halt.

Dr Crane then grunted as the first splash of cum shot out of him and splattered against your insides. He pulled back for a second, then speared into you again, shooting another spray of cum as deep as he could.

It felt incredible and it took all of your willpower not to cum then and there while Crane held you there, grinding his hips against you, as spray after spray of hot cum defiled your hole.

He surprised himself by how much he came as he slammed into you hard as he felt each jet spurt into you, filling you up so full of cum that it was starting to leak out with each thrust.

With a few last hot sprays, Crane finished up and you could feel the hot liquid gushing around inside you while he kept his spent cock planted deeply inside your pussy, bottling his cum inside you and pushing it deep into your recesses.

‘That was delightful Miss Y/LN’ he then said eventually as he finally pulled out and cleaned himself up with his handkerchief before pulling up his underwear and zipping up his pants and before straightening up his glasses.

‘Are you going to clean me up too?’ you asked somewhat disappointed as he had denied you to cum.

‘No’ he smirked devilishly before running one of his fingers through your pussy and bringing some of his cum up to your mouth.

‘Now, you have a good night, Miss Y/LN. I will see you tomorrow to discuss your proposal’ Crane then said, causing you to gasp.

‘How long will I have to stay in here doctor?’ you then asked.

‘A week’ he said, causing your chin to drop.

‘A week? But I didn’t cum and you said that…’ you huffed out but, just as you did, he had already left.

‘Fucking Asshole’ you grunted angrily and with that, you were left in your straight jacket and without any panties.

You were hot, bothered and most certainly horny as you could feel the stickiness between your leg and his warm fluids leaking from you.

There was nowhere you could find some friction and this was indeed pure torture.

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