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holylulusworld · 13 days

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Tear you down

Summary: Dean is not amused having you around.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 1 – Sunday, April 14 - Heat/Rut

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, heat/rut, enemies to lovers trope, nakedness, voyeurism, mentions of switching suppressants (not Dean)

Words: 600+

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He will tear you down. For messing with him. For taunting him. For triggering his rut.

Dean Winchester is on a hunt. He’s hunting a dangerous enemy. The evil hiding behind a friendly smile and boobs.

“I will kill her,” he all but growls while storming toward the dungeon. Dean and his brother found you in the middle of a fight with three alphas. You were about to rip their clothes off their bodies to forcefully mate them. “She triggered my fucking rut.”

The hunter cups his aching crotch. He’s walking around with a raging hard-on since he saw you throw punches at three strong and tall alphas.

The alpha couldn’t help but admire your graceful fighting style, even while you were out of your mind, you looked like you performed only for him.

“Dean, what are you…” Sam stops in his tracks. He can smell the rut on his brother, and backpaddles. The hunter is by all means not a coward, but his brother in a rut is more than dangerous. It’s a death sentence. Especially with an omega in heat around. “I knew it was a mistake to bring her here.”

“Stay out of my way,” Dean grits his teeth. He flexes his muscles and snarls in his brother’s direction. “I’ll get rid of that omega.”

“I can see that,” Sam follows the motion of Dean’s hand. The alpha cups his crotch and rubs himself through his pants. “I think your alpha has other plans for her. You need to go back to your room and leave Y/N alone. It’s not her fault that some douchebag she trusted switched her suppressants with vitamins.”

“What?” Dean cocks his head.

“Before she passed out,” Sam sighs, “Y/N told me about the hunter she teamed up with, and that he switched her suppressants. He wanted an obedient and needy omega around. You know, someone to knot when he feels the need.”

Dean can barely think straight with his rut clawing its way to the front, but he makes a mental note to kill the hunter if he ever meets him again. Today, he won’t be able to do so. Not with your scent driving up the walls, and the problem in his pants.

“I’ll take care of him later,” he growls the words. “Stay away from the dungeon, and her.” Dean gives his brother a warning snarl.

“DEAN!”

Sam can only watch his brother storm toward the dungeon.

He always tried to get you and Dean together. You’re a perfect match. He just doesn’t want you to mate while being in a rut and heat…

“OMEGA!” Dean pants heavily when he finally walks inside the dungeon. You refused to sleep in one of the rooms and made a makeshift bed on the ground. You’re currently rubbing your aching sex against one of his pillows, humping it for dear life. “FUCK!”

Dean’s eyes darken while watching you pleasure yourself, using one of his pillows. “Go away!” You snarl and move even faster. “I need…I want…”

He dips his head, only watching you hump the pillow. Dean smells your slick, and your sweet scent.

“Stop that!” He orders, using his alpha voice. You’re a strong-willed omega, but even you cannot fight his alpha order. Dean is your true mate, and his call is even stronger.

You stiffen and stop moving at all. Your head tilts on its own to reveal your untouched mating gland to the angry alpha.

He grits his teeth and snarls, but you can’t do anything about it.

Dean steps closer, his eyes trained on your mating gland. He hums in appreciation, but a cocky grin tugs on the corners of his lips. “If only I knew I could make you shut up using my alpha voice.”

Your eyes follow Dean’s every move. He smirks when you try to growl at him.

“What do we do about that behavior,” he purrs, and steps closer to run his fingertips over your exposed back. “I love your submissive behavior but…” Dean crouches down next to you to whisper in your ear. “I want you to unleash the beast, sweetheart. Let go…”

Tear you down (2)

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#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #spnomegaverseweek2024 #alpha!dean winchester #omega!reader #a/b/o #implied smut #Tear you down

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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Could I get hc for where the M6 find MC badly injured?. Not like on deaths door but like they'll need a strict week of bedrest to recover.

How they would react to finding MC?, how they would react knowing someone out there hurt MC on purpose? and how they would spend the week looking after MC?.

Mainly curious for Asra/Nadia and Muriel but all the m6 would be appreciated.

The Arcana HCs: When M6 find MC badly injured

~ @fox-daddy oh, I hope you're ready for some bittersweet angst while I run with this classic romantic moment :3 hope you enjoy these, friend! - brainrot ~

CW for brief descriptions of violence, physical pain/injury, and the M6 being very, very upset

-- to set the scene --

You had spent the afternoon in the forest gathering more stock for the shop, and lost track of time in the process. By the time you were ready to leave the sun was already setting and it was getting harder to see where you were going.

The first sign you had of an attacker was the feeling of being slammed harder than you thought possible on the back of the head. Everything that followed was fuzzy - being hit a few more times around your torso and face, a figure with its face hidden, and eventually being thrown against a wall while your bag was yanked away.

You don't know when you fell asleep, but when you open your eyes, you're back in your shop with your beloved bending over you.

Julian

His hands are steady on your bruises, but when you meet his eyes you can hear his breaths and see the curls around his face shaking

"MC?" He asks worriedly, "Can you tell me where it hurts?"

He doesn't leave the house while you're recovering. He's grateful for any help Mazelinka, Portia, Nadia, or Asra offers, but he insists on treating you himself and does so with total care and devotion

It's one of the moments when you're grateful for his cold hands, because they're so soothing on your tender skin

As you recover enough to be more aware of your surroundings, you start to realize just how the incident is affecting him

You can hear him pacing and muttering and swearing when he thinks you're asleep, trying to figure out how this happened and who did it and how to bring your attacker to justice

And at the same time, you know that no matter how many times he apologizes for not being there and you tell him that it's not his fault, he's going to blame himself

At one point Mazelinka gives you both bowls of soup laced with sleeping medicine

When he's able to forget your attacker, though, he's in his element

He's willing and able to give you everything you need: healing, company, laughter, love, and devotion, all without limits

Though he's very relieved when Nazali catches the assailant lurking outside your shop as they bring their apprentice more supplies and knocks them to the ground

Asra

The first thing you see is their hair twice as fluffed out as usual because they've been running their hands through it

As soon as he sees you're awake, he's gently skimming a thumb across your cheek and putting on a strained smile. "Oh, my love. Everything's going to be alright."

Salim and Julian, who have both studied medicine, are already in the shop helping Asra heal you while Aisha keeps you comfortable

As soon as you're recovered enough, Asra's offering you all kinds of safety options after layering the building in protective magic

Would you feel safer in the Palace? In the woods? In Nopal? Say the word and they'll take you anywhere you want to go

Is very gentle and cautious about how he asks you what happened

Stays so extremely calm and unruffled while you're healing that you know they're feeling some pretty awful things and that they have no intention of letting any of them show until you're better

Behind the scenes, he's stealing away whenever you're asleep to pass all the information he has about your attacker on to Nadia, who is determined to bring them to justice

They're not the type to try to restrict you in the name of safety, but they're teaching you every kind of defense magic they know

Nobody does comfort like Asra does. You won't have to go through a moment of pain or fear without him right there to pull you into his arms and hold you as long as you need him to to feel safe

Nadia

She's putting on a brave face but you can tell from the wrinkle between her eyebrows that she's very, very shaken

"Don't fret, my darling, you're safe now. Don't move. I've summoned our best physicians. Is there anything you desire? Anything I may fetch for you?"

As soon as you're cleared to move she's relocating you to the Palace where she can keep you safe and stay by your side

She is so dedicated to staying available to you, in fact, that she moves all of her meetings into the room next to yours so that she can hear you if you so much as cough

And if she does hear you in any kind of discomfort, she's dropping everything and rushing over

She'll move your head to her lap, bring food and water to your mouth, call for blankets and soup or ice cream and fans depending on your temperature, and trace your face with her fingertips until you fall asleep or force her to go back to work

You are her absolute priority

She's not going to tell you until later, but she is very, very angry

The cold kind of angry, that makes it difficult for her to be fair in her dealings. She has every connection both in and out of Vesuvia on a manhunt for your attacker

As soon as she hears that they've been apprehended, she has them detained until you're recovered enough to get out of bed

She wants justice, but she wants closure for you too, and the opportunity for you to obtain both for yourself

Muriel

As triggered and panicked as he is, Muriel has unfortunately gotten enough combat experience to have in-depth knowledge of how to care for someone who's been attacked

When you open your eyes, his expression is shifting between angry and terrified and deeply, deeply hurt, but his touch is gentle and safe and feather-light and he has water and painkillers already out

He doesn't want to overwhelm you with noise so he won't start talking until you do

He'll lock up the shop and carry you back to the hut as soon as possible, where he knows it's safe for you and for him

He's used to living with his own pain, but now he's becoming angry on your behalf and it's making him conflicted because he hates doing anything that could cause violence

So he sends Inanna with a note to Asra, explaining what happened briefly and asking them to pass the message on to Nadia so they can help

The two of them are quick to send everything you could need your way, and Muriel finds it much easier to accept help when it's for you instead of for him

Julian even makes the trek out once or twice to help you, and in the process tells everyone he meets about what happened and the state you're in

With the whole town on the hunt for whoever hurt their heroes, it's a matter of days before the attacker is caught. It's a miracle they make it to jail in one piece

Portia

The first thing you see are her tear-filled eyes, and the second thing you feel (after the aches across your body) are the steady drip of them falling onto your chest

"MC! Oh, I'm so glad you're awake. I'm so sorry - I'm so sorry!"

It's only a few more minutes before Julian and Mazelinka burst through the door, Julian carrying his doctor's kit and Mazelinka brandishing an honest-to-arcana pirate cutlass

Portia doesn't hide her determination to get justice for you as she carries you into Nadia's carriage to take you back to her cottage

She's holding your head and torso in her arms, helping you give Nadia a description of what happened while she presses her handkerchief to her eyes to keep her tears from dripping on you

She's the best nurse you could ask for

Whatever you can stomach, she'll cook it. If you're too hot, she's throwing open the windows and fanning you. If you're too cold, she's snuggling next to you and sharing her body heat

And if you're scared or hurting, she's cradling your face in her hands and crying all her tears for you. She develops a habit of kissing you right next to each injury every morning and night

When you're asleep, she's talking to every person she knows (which is a lot) and recruiting them to catch your attacker

By the time Nadia hears that they were found, it's almost too late to get them safely into custody

Lucio

His lips are white. All the blood has left his face, and his jaw is clenched so tightly to keep from chattering that you're worried it's going to crack

"MC? MC, are you awake? Does it hurt? What do you need?"

You notice that he's keeping his metal arm angled far, far away from you, where the metal can't bump any of your injuries, and his regular hand is fluttering all over your body like he's scared that he'll make it worse if he touches you

You quickly notice that there's several neighbors in the shop as well, and you learn that Lucio was so loud when he called for help that half the town already knows what's happened

He doesn't want to hurt you, so he guards you instead

He stays watchful at your bedside, sword resting by his hand, so that you know you're safe enough to fall asleep and heal

He'll only sleep if it's on the floor next to you, or in the same bed after you've told him multiple times that it won't hurt you

He'll happily tell you all kinds of tall tales to keep you distracted, and he practices all the patience he's developed with every friend and doctor that stops by to help instead of blowing up at them out of fear

All his anger has to go somewhere, though, so when an old connection from the heart district tells him that your attacker's been spotted, well

The only reason he doesn't kill them is because he thinks it would be too kind

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana angst #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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sporesgalaxy · 7 months

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PLS.. share thoughts on zoro n sanji relationship........ i dont ship them but they are so. SOOOOO.

THEY MAKE ME CRAZZYYYYY. and honestly the way their dynamic make me insane doesnt even HAVE to be read as romantic. But i feel so much crazier when i see them shipped and its not even capitalizing on all the shit theyve got going on.

So anyways here's my Zoro and Sanji retrospective I spent several hours on I guess. As if it's my fault.

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When Zoro and Sanji meet, Sanji has given up on his dream to see the All-Blue in favor of supporting Zeff.

Zoro is still throwing himself at his dream to be the greatest swordsman with all his might, and nearly dies to Mihawk for it.

Initially, from Sanji's outside perspective, it seems like a waste of precious life.

Zoro promising never to disappoint Luffy when he's on death's door clearly makes Sanji reconsider, though.

•••

The next time Sanji and Zoro really interact after Zoro's defeat is when they go after Nami at Arlong Park.

And the first thing Sanji learns about Zoro is.......that he's willing to hit girls!

To Sanji, Zoro seems like he's willing to turn on someone-- and worse, willing to hurt a girl-- just because he's angry for an apparent betrayal that no one has any concrete proof of yet. What a jerk! Surely that earned him the dig Sanji makes about his loss to Mihawk.

Unbeknownst to Sanji, however, Zoro has already bet his life on Nami's friendship being genuine by almost drowning himself.

Zoro doesn't want to bother explaining this to some stupid new guy who's willing to side with a stranger purely on the basis of her gender. Clearly, Sanji doesn't understand ANYTHING about this crew, and should just stay out of things.

And so their initial mutual dislike is born!!!

They tend to bicker a lot after this, but I think the next time Sanji brings up Mihawk is in Alabasta.

Once again, Sanji is hitting below the belt because he's convinced Zoro's done something nigh-unforgivable: doubting Luffy. It's a reminder that their rivalry at this point is still built on genuinely misjudging each others' character.

Now at this point I've run out of my 100 daily shounen jump chapters so I can't find for you the PRECISE moment thet are mutually like "yeah ok fine you're a DECENT guy I GUESS" in Alabasta but I think it's the clock tower maybe? The point is that the whole crew has to work together VERY HARD to defeat Crocodile and it shows Sanji and Zoro that they can count on each other to support the crew, at least.

Their improved relationship is apparent in one of my fave downtime scenes so far: Sky Island jungle dinner :)

I...don't think we've seen Sanji ask for help cooking before this point?? Much less from Zoro. So I fucking love that. And Zoro goes along with it, even though he complains!!!!! It shows perfectly how they now trust each other to help take care of the crew.

Another one if my fave examples of them counting on each other in a kind of funny way is when they're fighting Zombie Oars.

Zoro pushes Sanji's buttons on purpose to get him to go along with it, and it works. But it also shows that Zoro was counting on him to give him a boost! The middle panel could even imply Zoro jumped before Sanji agreed to anything, which really proves how much they're willing to couny on each other now.

Which of course brings us to the conclusion of Thriller Bark and a WILD curveball in their relationship: thes self-sacrificial x2 combo.

What Sanji does here floored me. At this point not only does he trust Zoro as a part of the crew, but he considers Zoro a more irreplacable member of the crew than himself.

And Zoro refuses to let him.

Now, we know from his initial fight with Mihawk that Zoro being willing to kill himself doesn't mean he considers his life unimportant. Zoro and Luffy are both unafraid of death, because they have to be willing to die to even have a ghost of a chance of achieving their dreams.

That's why Zoro chooses to take on Luffy's pain and why he is able to survive it.

Zoro's sacrifice obviously means a lot to Sanji. When Zoro refuses to acknowledge his sacrifice, Sanji goes along with that and covers for him.

And of course he understands. The pain Sanji mentions here that Zoro is trying to spare Luffy from is the exact same pain that lead Sanji to give up on his dream of finding the All-Blue in favor of trying to repay his life debt to Zeff. Sanji wouldn't wish the guilt he feels for Zeff's leg on anybody.

Sanji shows a lot of concern for Zoro after this point up until the time skip!! He calls Zoro a hero to Brook, and tries to help Zoro deal with his excess injuries without drawing attention to them. Zoro is of course surly about it, because he's frustrated by his own limits. He got a taste of what Luffy goes through and it just made him more desperate to become strong enough to lighten Luffy's load.

I find their sort-of reset after the timeskip hilarious.

Sanji was already feeling deeply insecure when he got sent to the island of question your gender and sexuality-- things Sanji clearly considers very important to his identity. Since he can't bear to question himself, he relies on reacting combatively to things that challenge his masculinity. Kicking them, mostly. I'm sure he picked that up from Zeff.

Meanwhile, Zoro is THE most traditionally Masculine member of the crew besides Sanji by a long shot (Franky is in 3rd place as a self-professed freak with blue hair and pronouns who refuses to wear pants). Zoro is buffer than Sanji. And seemingly more stoic than Sanji. And Zoro has cool scars and uses three swords and his muscles are bigger and half the time he's not even wearing a shirt.

This masculinity contest between them was present before the timeskip too, but it's really the only good explanation for the extremeness of Sanji's sour attitude the moment he lays eyes on post-timeskip Zoro and remarks, aloud, "He's back. Like I really care..." after how much appreciation Sanji showed for Zoro's sacrifice before the timeskip.

Sanji WOULD be annoyed at his crewmate's seemingly effortless, unshakeable masculinity after two years of doggedly avoiding non-consensual crossdressing and constantly fighting for his life to outrun gay thoughts.

Zoro's side of things so far post-timeskip seems a bit less wound-up than Sanji. Zoro never takes an insult sitting down, and also just enjoys making snide remarks, so if Sanji's going to argue with him there's no reason for Zoro not to argue back.

This is why I am a gay Zoro truther, even if that gayness has nothing to do with anyone on the crew. Because its fucking hilarious if Sanji is one-sidedly trying to out-hetero-masculinity a literal gay man.

#1pc discussion #1pc #asks #zosan #1pc lb #zs

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neon-junkie · 5 months

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In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.8

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Tags to be added.

Word count: 1.2k

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 9]

Chapter 8 - Scorching

"So, you… haven't been taking them?"

Hunter's voice throws you off guard, causing you to drop your tool with a clank!

Is there really any need to discuss this right now? The repairs are almost complete, and you can all finally leave this forsaken planet with its two cursed suns! However, your Sergeant, the one that has been avoiding you for weeks, now feels the need to address the Bantha in the room… or in this case, the desert.

You turn to look at him, barely a meter from you; his eyes flicker between his work, and your dazed expression. "You mean the supplements?" you question.

"Yeah," Hunter confirms with a light shrug of his shoulders.

"Nah, I haven't," you shrug back, and pick up your tool, returning to your work. It's not really his business, is it? There's no need to be nosey about such a thing.

A moment of silence becomes present, the sound of tools tinkering away fills up the void, yet you can feel the pulse of adrenaline rushing through your veins. You're getting defensive, and for good reasons.

"Why not?" Hunter finally quirks up, not bothering to look your way. It seems he isn't letting this go, is he?

"Didn't want to," you simply reply, matching his monotone demeanour. It doesn't take a Jedi to pick up on Hunter's sarkiness. Why he's bothered is beyond you, but if he can freely ask, then so can you! "Is that a problem?" you follow up.

"It has been, yes," Hunter confirms, finally looking your way as he continues working. "I won't deny that I find your… scent rather distracting, especially during missions."

"We're always on missions," you point out. Even if you aren't physically in action, you're either heading to your next target, or unwinding from the last one. Better yet, you're making amends from your previous one, and they can't come fast enough.

"Exactly. How am I meant to work with… that?" Hunter dares to comment. Now, work is no longer your priority. The tool in your hand becomes motionless as all of your attention turns to your Sergeant, whose defensive expression matches your own.

"I'm sorry that my biological needs are such a distraction to you," you snap. "Maybe if you followed your training better, then you'd be able to ignore my scent."

"And maybe if you'd taken the supplements like I originally asked, then I wouldn't have to put up with your scent, nor the sounds of you kriffing all of my squad!"

The nerve! The audacity!

The tool in your hand hits the sand with a soft thud, and you rest your hands on your hips, chest puffed out. It's just a smell, something that Hunter can easily ignore, but it seems his true intentions are coming to light. "I haven't slept with all of your brothers," you say with a mindless shrug, not that it's any of his business. Jealously really isn't a good look for him.

"Most of them," Hunter barks back.

"It's not my fault that they offered to help me out. I'd rather do that, then pop some mystery pills that you shoved into my hand! I don't even know where you purchased them from!"

Hunter's lips purse in annoyance as he takes a step closer towards you, attempting to one-up your stance. The sweat above his brow is clearly visible, possibly from frustration, or the blazing Tatooine heat. It doesn't help that he's chosen to work shirtless, his toned chest almost pushed into your face as he looks down at you, tanned and covered in a soft trail of hair. There is no need for him to be this close, and the more that he gets into your face, the more irate you become.

Hunter goes to open his mouth, but you beat him to it. "Get your boobs out of my face," you say as you swat his chest, taking a step back away from him. "If you want to help me out, then this isn't the way to approach it."

"I…" Hunter sputters, crossing his arms across his chest in some lousy attempt to cover up. "This isn't what I'm trying to do-"

"-Then what is it?" you interrupt him again. "Because it's pretty obvious that you want to 'help me out', rather than giving me those supplements," you shout, using your fingers to flex quotation marks. This is probably some elaborate scheme just to sleep with you, although you weren't expecting Hunter of all people to stoop that low.

Hunter's lips fall silent as his eyes refuse to meet yours. His furrowed brows fail to relax, as does his jaw, clenched firmly as his patience continues to run thin. He sucks in a deep breath whilst pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Seconds pass, and you're waiting for him to burst, but when he finally speaks, he's as calm as ever.

"Finish up. The ship should be ready to depart."

And with that, Hunter leaves you to it, entering the Marauder. You can overhear him talking to Tech, muttering something about getting the engine running.

Now, it's your turn to suck in a deep breath, and attempt to steady your thumping heart. You've never argued with any of your boys, much less your Sergeant. A light squabble here and there, but never full-on arguing.

You almost feel… guilty, although you had every right to defend yourself! No matter.

As your eyes open, you're greeted by someone who is only going to fuel your fire. Crosshair is leaning against the Marauder's entranceway, arms crossed over his chest, a smug grin on his lips. He chuckles as you scowl at him.

"Not going to give Sarge a chance?"

"Kriff off."

Crosshair chuckles once more, and watches as you pick up your discarded tool, using it to secure the Ship's side panel into place. He allows you to finish before speaking up, instantly turning your concentrated expression sour.

"You know, hate sex is awfully pleasant," Crosshair states. Whether he's hinting at himself, or Hunter, is beyond you. Probably both, knowing Crosshair.

All you can do is barge past him, your shoulders clashing with force. "What's with you?" you scowl, meeting his gaze for a brief moment.

"I'm only pushing your buttons, Princess," Crosshair shrugs as he allows you to pass, keeping his stance despite wobbling from your aggressive gesture.

Not wanting to allow yourself to become even more angry, you don't bother responding, and instead head straight to your room. The repairs are somewhat done, and Tech is already firing up the engines. It's time to leave. Whether this ship will make it off this planet is beyond you, but right now, all you need is some space.

It's time for you to take a breather, and isolate yourself for a while.

#tbbwriting #in the heat of the moment #tbb #the bad batch #tbb x reader #reader insert #f!reader #female reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb hunter x reader #nsft

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Fault

Emily Prentiss x reader

Warnings: language, arguments, break ups, cheating, angst, unsub situations, gunshots, character death. Covers a bingo square, a req from Lu & a req from anon.

Working with you ex wasn’t exactly ideal, being partnered up for a case was even less ideal and being trapped with them in an SUV for a seven hour stakeout was the absolute worst. But you’d come to the conclusion that that’s what you get when you decide to dip your pen in the company ink.

Emily glanced over at you from her spot in the driver’s seat, your foot was propped up on the dash, using your knee to brace your elbow on, chin in your hand as you chewed at your lower lip. You caught the movement out of the corner of your eye but your gaze stayed trained on the unsub’s house in front of you, not moving an inch. Emily let out a sigh, dropping her phone down into the cupholder,

“Starting to think this is a waste of time.” She muttered, glancing between the house and you but got nothing in return. After a brief pause she spoke again, “I mean are we even sure he’s actually in there?” You didn’t need to answer her question, not that you would have, the unsub walked right passed one of the lit windows and Emily huffed. “Maybe we should just move in, we’ve got the warrant?”

Still, not so much as a grunt in return from you and this time she rolled her eyes, glancing back to the house once more before she let the frustration get the best of her.

“Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”

Your hand shifted down, plucking your coffee cup from the holder, lifting it to your lips to take a sip before you finally spoke.

“I have…nothing to say to you.” The cup returned to its previous spot, “I’m here to do a job, not gossip.”

“I asked work related questions.” Her voice hardened slightly, she didn’t want to pick a fight, but going into hour eight of silence was just getting under her skin. You let out a huff, risking a glance over at her.

“This isn’t a waste of time. He’s inside the house, we just saw that. We’re not moving in without back up or confirmation that he’s got Rebecca inside. If we move in otherwise, he could end up getting shot or killing himself and then we’ll never find Rebecca.” You ticked off each point on your fingers as you went, rolling your eyes at her before you returned to your previous position. “Thought you were a decorated agent.” You muttered under your breath and it was Emily’s turn to roll her eyes.

“So you’re just going to ignore me for the rest of all time?”

“What did the bunny from Bambi say again? If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all?”

“God you’re ridiculous.” She scoffed.

“Not exactly like I’m enjoying this either.” You grumbled back, picking up your coffee for another sip, “god I could kill Hotch.”

“Maybe it wasn’t Hotch’s idea.” She muttered, ducking her gaze and your face finally swivelled to face her, though it was pure anger written across your features.

“Are you fucking serious?!” You could feel your blood beginning to boil, the urge to hit something building higher within you, “after everything you thought it would be a great idea to be stuck on a stakeout together? You’re insane.”

“Thought it might help to clear the air, make it so neither of us were walking on eggshells anymore.”

“And somehow I’m the one being ridiculous? God.” You rolled your eyes, your hand clenching into a fist as your nails dug into your skin, attempting to hold back the multiple emotions building higher inside you. You could feel your gut churning and you weren’t sure if it was out of hatred toward Emily or your body trying to expel your emotions through tears. And you certainly weren’t willing to let her see you cry.

“I just wanted to be able to be civil.”

“I’ve been perfectly professional! You’re the one who broke it and keeps trying to fix it when you know it’s unrepairable.”

“I said I was sorry!” Her voice raised, the frustration evident in her words and you simply scoffed, staring ahead in the direction of the house.

“Yeah well band aids don’t fix bullet holes, you say sorry just for show.”

“Did you seriously just quote Taylor fucking Swift to me?! This is why you can’t have a real functional adult relationship or find someone who you think is so ‘worthy of your love’, everything has to be a fucking fairy tale in your head. You’re living in a fucking fantasy! Everything isn’t all princesses and rainbows and unicorns you know?” Emily was doing her best to get under your skin and you knew it, the struggles of her being a profiler, she knew exactly how to do it. You realized now wasn’t the best time, but you couldn’t hold it back anymore, if now was your time to get a few kicks in, so be it.

“Considering we’re sitting outside a serial killers house right now, I think I know what the real world is like, thank you very much. I don’t need a fairy tale! I’m well aware that things are hard and it isn’t all sunshine, I never held you to any kind of standard, I never demanded flowers or even asked for weekly dates. I just wanted someone with some common fucking courtesy. I wanted commitment! I asked you to move in, you bargained with exchanging keys, fine, I’ll take it. You used a sick day at work and I was worried about you, so I went so fucking far out of my way to get your favourite soup, tea and medicine, thinking I was going to make sure you were taking care of yourself, remind you that you don’t need to suffer alone, that I loved you and was there to help. But when I got there I found you railing some bitch over the kitchen island?!” You shot her a glare and felt a little triumph when she visibly winced, not expecting you to blow up in the way you were, “I could’ve seen past it if it was a one time thing, if it was only sex, but you’re some kind of pathological liar! It’d been going on for months! You were volunteering to stay behind on cases so you could sneak off with her. It’s not exactly like I wasn’t around, wasn’t attentive, but clearly I was never going to be enough for you so you strung me along like some kind of puppet while you continued to cheat. You’re fucking vile.”

“It’s not like it meant anything!”

“Oh, yeah, right.” You laughed with a scoff.

“She was just convenient.”

“And what? I wasn’t around enough? Or was I smothering you? Because I’ve heard both already and they’re pretty contradictory.”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Stop making excuses.” You spat, “you were the one who asked me to be your girlfriend, to make the step into what I at least thought was an exclusive relationship. You were the one who got all the paperwork filled out, reassured me that it wouldn’t affect the job, that everything would be fine. Sure isn’t fucking fine now.”

“I’m sorry.” She started and you glared in her direction, “we could start over?”

“I’m not that stupid Emily. Half of what you fed me were lies, how am I supposed to trust you again. I’m not even sure you have my back in the field anymore. Some things aren’t meant to be.”

“I—”

“Can we just focus on work! Please?!” You voice strained and you were suddenly looking back toward the unsubs house, not daring to glance Emily’s way, but even in the low glow of the moonlight she could see the tears shimmering in your eyes so she closed her mouth, lips pursed as she picked up her phone to check in with the others.

Awkward silence took over the SUV again, Emily chewing on her lip as she tried to not defend her actions any further or pry to get a response out of you. She knew this stakeout had been a risky idea when it came to pairing you together and so far it was certainly not going her way. It wasn’t that she thought she’d be able to win you back over stale coffee and forced conversation, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted that.

It was only once you were certain that she wasn’t going to try to strike up another conversation or argument that you relaxed slightly in your seat, sighing softly while you blinked the tears out of your eyes. You didn’t want to hold a grudge; you weren’t normally like that but Emily had hurt you more than anyone else had in your lifetime. You’d loved her with every inch of your being, bared your soul to her, dreamt of what a future together would be like, the kind of house you’d live in, the cozy life that you could have. And all of that, absolutely destroyed in a matter of seconds. Even after the original conversation you weren’t sure how often she had been lying to you and you were second guessing every excuse she’d ever made. Even if you wanted to, that trust was broken, and there was no chance of getting it back.

Out of the corner of her eye Emily caught your slight movement, the way your body tensed and you shifted forward, eyes narrowing and your voice soft when you spoke.

“He knows we’re here…” You murmured and when she glanced up, the unsub was standing in the large, now open living room window, staring directly at the SUV. A second later his arm darted out of view and when it returned, it was dragging Rebecca flush to his body, gun to her head. Even through the glass and down the side walk you could hear the girl screaming for her life, “shit!”

“We’re moving in!” Emily called through the radio.

There was a flurry of movement as the two of you raced from the car, guns drawn to approach the house, booting the door down to get inside.

“Steven Thomas, FBI!” Emily’s commanding voice broke through the girl’s cries for help, “drop the weapon.”

“Come any closer and I shoot her!” He fired back.

“We can all walk out of here safely.” You started, “that’s all we want.”

“I’m not leaving with you!” He shouted back, Rebecca whimpering and squirming in his arm.

“Okay!” Emily called back, “then you don’t leave with us. But how about she does?”

Normally you and Emily could work in perfect tandem to talk down an unsub, you’d done it plenty of times before, even after the break up. But there was something different about tonight, instead of just the unsub being on edge, everyone was, there was a tenseness that hung thick in the air. Neither you or Emily had calmed down from the argument in the car and it was evident in her voice, she hadn’t gotten what she wanted then and that made her more determined to get what she wanted now.

“Why would I give you my one bargaining chip?” Steven laughed darkly, “the second she’s one inch away from me, you take the shot. I know how this works.”

“No one has to fire any guns.” You started calmly, lowering your own, “you let Rebecca come to me and we can talk this out.” You still had your finger on the trigger, but the threat of the fire arm pointed toward the ground was certainly less. Emily stepped forward, her gun still raised and a fire behind her eyes.

“Tell this bitch to put her gun down!” He yelled, gesturing with his gun.

“That’s not gonna happen until you put yours down.” She shouted back, anger ringing through her words.

She was so focussed on finding the right pattern of words through the cloud of fury in her brain that she was a split second behind on noticing the physical queues. The moment Steven’s hand so much as twitched you knew it was coming, his arm raised like lightning, ready to take a clear head shot on Emily. You’d only meant to grab her arm, pull her back while you took your own shot but your foot caught on the torn up carpet, sending you jolting forward and you could only pray it wasn’t affecting your aim.

Rebecca was screaming, your ears were ringing, the sound driving so deep into your brain your vision started spinning. You could faintly hear Emily calling for a medic, blinking hard a couple of times you managed to get a clear sight line of Steven dead on the floor, Emily kicking away his gun while she tried to console Rebecca. Still, something wasn’t right, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. Your gun clattered to the floor as your hands started to search your vest for where the bullet must’ve hit you and when you glanced down there was a searing pain in your neck and a drop of crimson dripped down your chest, the taste of copper infiltrating you mouth. Your hand flew to your neck, confused as to why it was as warm and wet as it was until your hand came back into your line of sight and you realized it was soaked with blood. You opened your mouth to speak, Emily’s name nothing but a choke on your lips as you coughed up a clot of blood and she whipped around.

“Fuck!” Somehow she managed to get to you before you hit the floor as your body started to lose all its strength. She dropped to the floor, cradling your head in her lap as her hands pressed hard against the wound in your neck, her eyes wide and terrified, “I thought he got you in the vest…”

“E—Em..” you coughed again, sputtering blood up again and she winced.

“Don’t try to speak.” Her voice was wavering, but it was soft, tender and somehow calming despite the pain raging through you, “where’s that medic?!” She called into the radio once again. Glancing back down at you her heart immediately began to pound in her ears, she could feel each beat of your pulse against her fingers where your blood was pushing its way out of your body and how with each beat it was growing weaker. Your breathing laboured, each breath was harder to take than the last and your eyes began to flutter. “Hey…” she gently nudged at you with her knee, “hey, you can stay awake, right? You can do that… I know you can. Y/n… come on, open those eyes up for me.”

Wincing, your eyes slowly blinked open, your vision still hazy but you could make out her worry stricken face above you. “Tired…” you managed to get out.

“I know, I know baby.” It slipped out, she didn’t even realize she’d said it, the hand that wasn’t pressing on the gunshot wound cupping your cheek, thumb soothing across it, “medics will be here soon, you just need to hold on, for me, okay?” It wasn’t until she saw something wet hit your cheek that she even realized she was crying, you did your best to nod, crying out at the pain in your neck and Emily’s hands were suddenly firmly holding you still.

“Em….” You rasped, eyes blinking as you fought like hell to stay awake and she looked down at you, nodding, you could barely feel her thumb stroking your cheek now, your words broken by heavy breathing and droplets of blood, “did… you ever mean it… when, when you said you… you… loved me?”

A sob broke through her lips and it took everything in her to not move, to not cover her face, to not lean down and kiss you, to try and wordlessly apologize for everything. Her lips quivered, her hand pressed harder on your neck, she could barely feel your pulse anymore and her fingers were slick with blood.

“Of course I did.” She nodded vehemently, “every time I said it, I meant it. I loved you so fucking much. I still do.” She sniffled, blinking back tears as she watched the corner of your lips twitch up into the closest thing to a smile you could manage, “I was stupid and I ruined things and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that.” She glanced up as she took a shuddering breath, trying to control her tears, “I don’t know why I did what I did, but I’m so sorry. I love you…” When she looked back down at you, your eyes were closed, blood trickling through her fingers, “y/n…” she shook you gently, “y/n!”

The second shake was harder, attempting to rouse you but she already knew, her hand was pressed too tightly to your neck for her to not. You were gone.

Sobs wracked through her, her body shaking as she clutched you to her, not wanting to let go. If you’d asked, that was her last memory of that day. She couldn’t remember the team arriving, Hotch physically dragging her off your lifeless form as she cried into his shoulder, covering him with tears and blood. She had no memory of getting home, showering, the sleepless nights that came afterward.

All she could think of was you.

And that it was all her fault.

She was the one who fucked up the relationship. She was the one who begged for the pairings to be swapped around, she was supposed to be with Morgan in that car. She was the one who instigated the argument in the car, brought the tension of the night up, she’d distracted the both of you from the task at hand and successfully got you shot. If she hadn’t been paying attention to Rebecca, if she’d even bothered to glance back at you, maybe she would’ve realized sooner, would’ve been able to call earlier for a medic, emphasize the severity of the situation.

Not to mention… the shot had been meant for her.

Emily couldn’t help but think that it should’ve been her in the casket as she watched you be lowered into the ground. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved a world of happiness, sunshine, flowers and most importantly of love. She hadn’t deserved you. And you certainly didn’t deserve the treatment she’d given you; you deserved the world.

And she would never forget it.

Not a single week went by where there weren’t fresh flowers at your grave. It was the least she could do.

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Hi, can I request RoR? In Philippine Mythology?

Human Reader, a single mother of quadruplets, 2 boys and 2 girls, look like normal human babies, but if harm/hurt their loving human mother, they'll turn into a Tiyanak…

In Philippine mythology: The Tiyanak is a vampiric creature in Philippine mythology that takes on the form of a toddler or baby. Although there are various types, it typically takes the form of a newborn baby and cries in the jungle to attract unwary travelers. Once it is picked up by an unfortunate passerby, it reverts to its true form and attacks the victim. The tiyanak is also depicted to take malevolent delight in leading travelers astray, or in abducting children…

Various speculations on how Tiyanaks came to be range from babies born dead in the forest to the Catholic-influenced unbaptized stillborn infants, and later extended to vengeful murdered infants and aborted fetuses…

In local belief, various countermeasures are supposedly effective against the tiyanak. Those that were led astray by the creature's cries are believed to be able to break the enchantment by turning their clothes inside out. The tiyanak finds the method humorous enough to let go of the traveler and go back to the jungles. Loud noises such as a New Year's celebration are also thought to be enough to drive the tiyanak away from the vicinity. Objects believed to repel Aswang (vampiric shape-shifters), like garlic and the rosary rosemary are also commonly believed to be effective against the tiyanak. It's also believed that giving a name to these lost souls will bring them peace, and offering a white candle will help guide their spirit to the afterlife…

Reader's story goes like this: (You may change it if you want)

She's living in an abusive/forced marriage, she's been mistreated/used by her own family & by her husband and his family, who's rich or from a higher social hierarchy than her family, and no one can help her…

When she finds out she's pregnant, even though she's carried the children who she hates and gets mistreated by, she loves them, and she plans to raise her kids, & to escape far away from the people who mistreat her…

When she finally escapes while pregnant, she knows the risks and she'll do everything to keep her babies safe, as she's running away, her family and her husband are after trying to stop her even by shooting at her…

When she's in the wooded area (forest/jungle), trying to hide but she's caught by her husband, and he proceeded to hurt/beat her until she didn't move, her husband thought he kill her and then he leaves her bleeding…

As she is about to lose her conscious, she saw her bleeding from her legs, and she thought that her babies are dead and it's her fault and pleads to whoever is out there to save her babies, she's mourning & saying sorry to her babies & that she's a bad mother, as she loses her conscious, she saw a blur two figures coming towards…

She woke up in a house and thought that her babies are dead. a woman came to her, comforting Reader that she and the babies are well (which Reader is about to lash out) and the husband came and saw he struggling to carry 4 crying babies, that they look exactly like Reader, and he gave the babies back to Reader and Reader crying that her babies are fine…

As she recovers, she's found out that her babies did die and then became a Tiyanak and also founds out that the couples, who helped her & her babies, are mythical creatures (the Man's Syokoy and Woman's Sirena from Philippine Mythology) and they're are others or residents lives nearby and they're from the Philippine Mythology, like Kapre, Tikbalang, Duwende, & even some hostile/neutral, like Mananangal or aswang…

As she's lives and adapts to her new home and in motherhood to her babies and some mythical residents, they became friends and almost like family, as they taught her anything to do/learn (household, survival, etc.) including some mythical creatures, they became caring & protective & willing to do anything for Reader and her kids' safety and home…

One day, Reader meets (character) through her children as he's wandering around, then he and Reader get along with each other, as he and her kids are getting along as well and they consider him as their dad and the Mythical creatures met him, they get along (as they threatened him if he hurt Reader and/or her babies)…

Then Reader's abusive husband & family came back to a wooded area, where Reader and her babies live, going to destroy it for their business plan, when they're about to start it, the husband/family saw Someone, thought it's Reader, but their stopped by something else, by (character) & some mythical creatures that reside at the wooded area, in there unseen/invisible form, using their abilities to stop them and made them to never come back…

Yandere: Adamas, Beezelbub, Hades, Shiva (w/ his wives & son), Rudra, Loki, Buddha, Hercules

-The pain you bore is one that you never wanted your babies to carry the pain of abuse from your cruel husband and his family, who believed that you were basically a slave, not caring if you carried his children or not.

-You didn’t love your husband, but you loved your babies, despite them being in your belly still, and you didn’t want them to be born into pain. You had thought about killing yourself and killing them many times, so they would be safe, not caring about your own life.

-You had a chance, only once, to run and you took it, running deep into the forest, clutching your aching and bruised body, wounds old and new flaring from the strain.

-You felt yourself slip down a shallow ravine and your heart leapt to your throat and that’s all you remembered before everything went black.

-When you awoke, a man and a woman, kind people, were there for you, and your hands immediately went to your belly, a gasp leaving you, “My babies!” you went to stand but her hand was firm but gentle on your shoulder, keeping you down.

-The man disappeared for a moment as the woman sat beside you on the bed, “Your babies are safe, as are you.” Your eyes widened before her husband reappeared, holding four squirming babies, struggling to do carry them all as tears of relief welled in your eyes.

-Your babies all seemed to immediately settle down once in your arms as you wept quietly, peppering their faces with kisses, thanking your two saviors over and over again.

-The couldn’t help but smiling, sharing a small glance between the two of them, happy to see that you were all right. You looked up at them, holding your babies close, “Thank you for saving my babies! Thank you both so much!”

-You were confused as their faces fell and the woman took her seat next to you again, petting your hair gently, “Y/N, your babies didn’t make it. They are Tiyanak now.” Your eyes went wide in surprise, hearing this, as you looked down at your babies, but you didn’t care, you just smiled, pressing more kisses onto their heads.

-The man introduced himself and told you that he was a Syokoy, and the woman was a Sirena, both creatures of myth and legend, just as your babies were now, and that the five of you were now safe in their little village, a village of other mythological creatures, leaving you the only human.

-You were hesitant, but those around you didn’t really bother with you, as they had learned of your past, learned of the abuse from your family and what you did to escape, putting yourself and your babies at risk, but they respected you, seeing you as a mother wanting to keep her babies safe.

-There were some creatures in this village that warned you only once to keep your distance from them, which you respected, and in turn they left you be, despite their aversion to humans.

-Your babies were quick to grow, much faster than normal babies, but they always remained close to you, making sure you were safe and your new friends allowed you to live alongside them, building you a house and in turn they taught you how to hunt and survive, so you could provide for yourself and your children.

-You weaved baskets for the members of your village, giving back to them in any way you could, as you wanted to repay their kindness in letting you stay safe, and many admired you for that, seeing your kind heart, you weren’t like other humans.

-It was two years later when your children, who could change their forms to look like babies or like five-year-olds, came back pulling a new friend. Initially you were scared, as you were always terrified your family would come back for you.

-However, this wasn’t a human, this was a god, as Sirena was able to confirm this. You were respectful but a little nervous being in the presence of a god, but he was nothing but kind to you, seeing you for what you truly were, a scared and damaged woman, but a woman who would work hard and do anything to provide for her family.

-He was so gentle with your children, playing with them and you slowly relaxed, sitting with him and just like your children, he was quick to befriend you as well.

-He was nothing like your husband or his family, he was so kind to you, treating you like you were delicate, but also treating you with respect. You later learned from your babies that they and many of the other citizens of your village had threatened him, daring him to try anything ill willed against you.

-(Love) learned from your babies and your friends about your past, learning how cruelly you had been treated and how you ran and now working to provide for your family while living alongside creatures that nobody would probably ever see, unless if they were die immediately after, leaving no witnesses.

-This drove (Love) to be a bit more protective of you, accompanying you when you went into the forest to forage for herbs, fruits, and nuts, being on guard while you weren’t safe in the village, something your children noticed.

-It took some time for you to open up, as you were terrified at the thought of being in a relationship again, as you didn’t want a repeat of what happened, but there was something about (Love), you could tell that he would never hurt you, or your children.

-You were in the forest, (Love) and your children nearby, playing as you were collecting some berries when a twig snapped and you heard a voice you never wanted to hear again, “Y/N?! Where have you been?”

-You looked up in horror, seeing your ex-husband and his family and many other humans, going through the forest as they were looking for areas to clear out to build a new business.

-You had no time to think or run, but you didn’t have to, as (Love) immediately ran forward, scooping you up into his arms, turning you and tossed you into Sirena’s arms and she disappeared into the forest with you.

-You clung to her, tears in your eyes, “My babies- where are my babies?” she shushed you, making it back to the village that now seemed eerily empty, everyone had rushed to where you had been moments prior, hearing your babies sound out the alarm.

-She held you close, trying to calm you, “(Love) and my husband are with them, they will all be safe.” You sniffled softly, remaining on guard until your babies flew into the village, “Mama!”

-You melted, accepting their hug, holding them close as (Love) and the others all returned, all looking quite pleased with themselves. You didn’t want to ask, but (Love) saw your curiosity and he just gave you a small smile, “They’ll never bother you again, and they will never enter this forest again.”

-You thanked him and he just smiled, tapping his cheek for a kiss for payment, which made you giggle and you gave him one before your children shoved him out of the way, telling you they wanted kisses too, which made you laugh softly.

-You would never find out the truth of your ex-family ‘never coming back’, you just thought they had been scared and would never enter the forest again, that wasn’t true, but they would all keep that secret, to keep you safe.

-You were so unique, especially for a human, but he adored you for that, and seeing what a kind and gentle mother you were, it wasn’t hard to fall for you. He can see your hesitance about getting closer, but he doesn’t mind waiting, he’s got all the time in the world and is happy to wait for you at your own pace. Loves your children, finds them funny, mischievous, but very sweet and protective of you, and he has no issues become their new father figure if that is what you wish, because he knows your children will side with you, no matter what, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t help him sway your opinion a bit. Respects you and demands others, mainly other humans, to do the same, as he knows those in the village you live in, while all of them may not like you, they at least respect you because you respect them.

-Hercules, Rudra, Shiva, Loki, and Buddha

-Had absolutely no issues getting rid of your ex-family, he did it himself personally, wanting to make sure it was done and make sure that all the suffering you had to endure was given back to them, ten-fold. He adores you, finding you fresh and full of life, but not annoying, you are a light in his life and he wants to protect that light, and he has no issues doing whatever he needs to do to make sure that happens. Adores you and your children, respects you about your aversion to entering into a relationship, but he has no issues showing you how safe you would be with him but isn’t pushy, he wants you to come to him. He finds your children charming and doesn’t mind them in the slightest and quite enjoys being a father figure to them, as he shows you that subtly as well, showing you that he’s a provider for them.

-Adamas, Beelzebub, and Hades

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror heracles #ror rudra #ror shiva #ror loki #ror buddha #ror adamas #ror beelzebub #ror hades

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fierymiasma · 1 year

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〖 A Poetic Misunderstanding〗| Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Summary: The last thing that Ominis expected from their ten year class reunion was to end up in the middle of Three Broomsticks kissing the savior of Hogwarts. He only wished he was able to see just how beautiful she had become.

Ominis and female reader reconnect at their class reunion after 10 years of being apart.The AgedUp! Reunion of Ominis Gaunt x f!MC.

Content: Fluff with some angst, flustered Ominis, Victorian Era Flirting, Happy Ending, Kissing

Word Count: 3k

|| Masterlist || AO3 || | Reunion request with Sebastian x f!MC

Ominis had begun formerly courting her in the middle of the fall of their 6th year. It became commonplace to see the 'new student' and him strolling along the Black Lake. They would find a secluded area, set a blanket, and lay comfortably with their favorite books. Ominis liked it especially when she read out loud to him, despite being perfectly capable himself. He claimed, "the words just sound better coming from you." She wasn't sure if that was entirely true, nevertheless, she indulged him in the late night reading.

They didn't talk about what life would be like after graduation. It was one of touchy subjects in which neither party wanted to think too hard about their futures. In which Ominis would no longer be shielded from the chains of his family name and in which she had to rise up and take her solemn duties as a Keeper of Ancient Magic.

Unfortunately, the passage of time did not stop for them. It wasn't long until Ominis got that ominous envelope from his mother that sealed their fault.

He had sent an urgent owl to her, asking to meet at their usual spot next to the Black Lake. When she had arrived, Ominis was faithfully standing next to their favorite tree by the lake, just as he had for every day. His back was turned, facing towards a lake that he could not see. Although she could not see his face, she could tell from the heavy weight on his shoulders, that he did not bear good news.

"Ominis, you wanted to talk to me?" She asked, approaching him quietly. She gently brushed her fingers on his right shoulder, as a guide for him to see where she stood next to him.

She finally got a glimpse of his ashy expression. Her heart stopped. Though it was spring, the lake brought an cold front, freezing the pair that was standing next to it.

"I just received a letter from my mother." Ominis said quietly. His hand was clenched on his wand, its red tip seemingly duller than usual. "She told me what my family has in store for me after I graduate Hogwarts."

"What did she say?"

Ominis turned his shoulder away from her, as if unable to face his lover. "Mum and dad found me a betrothed." His expression was angry. "Someone who've I've never met that I am to marry by the end of the summer."

The air left her lungs, only to be replaced by the icy wind surrounding them. They did not keep their relationship secret from Ominis's family, though they did not openly advertise either. Still, it was not unknown to them that the girl Ominis had been seeing was a Muggleborn. Despite her ability to control a magic that few purebloods could even fathom, Ominis's lover was still of inferior origin.

"Is your betrothed Pureblood?" The Keeper of ancient magic couldn't help but ask.

Ominis's brows crinkled in pain. "Yes."

The two were silent for a bit, standing in the cold. She couldn't stop herself from wringing her hands, afraid of the question she wanted to ask.

"Ominis, do you plan on going through with the marriage?"

The sharp-tongued man was utterly silent. His lack of words spoke volumes.

Something fiery in her clenched heart exploded. "So, that's it? Just like that, you acquiesce to their demands? You, who had no love lost on your family, finally bend the knee to their wishes?" She scoffed at Ominis's stony expression, willing him to say anything, to do anything, to deny these allegations she was making.

Before Ominis could speak, she felt herself being pulled back as if there was a hook in the middle of her gut dragging her elsewhere.

With a gasp, the Keeper of ancient magic returned from the memory in the pensieve. She was now back in her research chambers, transported back to her reality from her days as a Hogwarts student. She took a shaky breath, trying to even her respiratory rate. It was far too painful to continue with the rest of the ten year old memory, too agonizing to hear Ominis's sad reply. Wiping her nose, she looked at her reflection in the pensieve. The makeup around her eyes were smudged with her tears. She couldn't help but marvel. It has been ten years since their 7th year. Ten years since she last saw Ominis in person. Ten years since they had lost what was once theirs.

Feeling tired as she often did, she turned her back to the pensieve, sliding down its column to sit on the hard stone floors. She rested her head against the cool pillar, lost as to what to do.

Poppy and Natty had arranged a ten year reunion of their closest classmates at the Three Broomsticks tonight. It would be fun to catch up with old friends.

It would also be devastating to see what Ominis looked like now, no doubt with his wife hanging off his arms. Merlin she hasn't seen him in ten years. She couldn't even stomach going to their wedding (not that the Gaunts even wanted to invite her).

Thunking her head against the pensieve, she wondered if it was worth it to go to the reunion.

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Ominis worried at the cufflinks to his dressrobes for the millionth time that night. He had arrived early to the Three Broomsticks to help to set up. He only found however that he was quite useless with decorations and that sort of things, and Natty and Poppy gently (but very firmly) sequestered him away from the various party assigned tasks. So he sat in the corner nursing a butterbeer, alone with his thoughts.

He wondered how his old flame was doing, having not seen her in all this time. Their departure was a painful one. Ominis never went without a day regretting how they separated. He spent many hours thinking of how different it could have been, had he made other choices that day.

In their time apart, he had wrote to her frequently, as he did when they were still in school. He filled the letters with familiar poems, just like the ones they used to share together. He would pour all of his regret, his sorrow, and his love for her into those stanzas.

She would sometimes, on the rare occasion, write back. Her letters provided him a terse update on her health and a polite inquiry as to the well-being of himself and his family. If Ominis was lucky, she would tell him what recent adventures she was on, though they were never more informative than those written in the Daily Prophet.

He wondered what she looked like now.

Funny enough, it was Amit who kept in touch with her the most. Amit, the clever, hard-working Ravenclaw, had quickly ascended the ranks of the Ministry and was now the new Ministry-appointed ambassador between Goblin and wizardkind. Amit and the hero of Hogwarts often worked closely together, solving wars before they could even start with well-placed diplomacy.

Amit had also arrived early, punctual as he had been in their youth. Spotting Ominis by his lonesome, he eagerly approached the other man, sitting down on the unoccupied stool next to him.

Perhaps if Amit were someone who cared more about romance and settling down, Ominis would feel a tinge more jealous about the time they spent together. Instead, it gave Ominis ample opportunity to ask, "What does she look like now? Has she changed?"

As obtuse as Amit could be sometimes, the Ravenclaw instantly knew who Ominis was talking about without having to ask. "Um, I guess she's taller, maybe? And doesn't wear school robes?" He shrugged. "She wears these really fancy real-proper robes now."

Ominis sighed. Well, it was a poor choice to ask Amit of all people to describe the beauty in people instead of dusty tomes.

Poppy grinned having overheard the conversation. She was always the other Hufflepuff's closest confidant while they were in school together. Poppy was the one always pushing the shy Hufflepuff to be more bold and daring when it came to matters of the heart. Patting her hands dry, she approached the two former students, eager to join in some light-hearted gossip. "Well, Ominis, if you're asking about our savior of Hogwarts, she's doing quite well. She grew her hair out. It's super smooth and long now, though she has these beautiful braids that she puts it in when she goes out for any business. Whenever, she visits my creature sancturary, she's always dressed in colorful robes like royalty, like a noble from some old Pureblood family." Her voice took a rather teasing tone. "She's very pretty if that's what you're asking."

Ominis flushed, "Um, thank you, Poppy."

Poppy giggled. Before she returned back to her tasks around the tavern, she threw a wink behind her shoulder. "Good luck tonight, Ominis."

Ominis flush deepened.

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It was well into the night, after the rest of the crew had long arrived and gotten themselves well acquainted with the bar, that she made her entrance. Ominis knew the second that she arrived when he heard the boisterous applause and cheering flood the small tavern. Pausing his conversation with Everett, he turned, hoping that she would approach him.

It was in these moments, where Ominis was frustratingly reminded of his lack of sight. He wished he was able to see what she looked like now. If Poppy's words were able to hold a candle to the true beauty that she must be. He wondered if her voice was unchanged, enchantingly mesmerizing. He remembered falling asleep to the sound of her melodic words as she read from their favorite books.

His wand, almost like his a sentient companion, was able to map her movements as she made her way around the tavern. It took no effort for it to follow her footsteps as she introduced herself politely to all the party members. It wasn't long until she arrived right in front of him, coming to a standstill.

Even amongst the crowd at the Three Broomsticks Ominis could pinpoint her unique scent. Honeywater, lavender, with a hint of ivy.

"Hello, Ominis." She shyly greeted.

"Hello. It is a pleasure to be with you again, after all of this time."

Her eyes roamed greedily over his appearance. He had grown so much since their last meeting, now a good head taller than her. His cheekbones were sharper now, giving him an air of an aloof aristocrat. His blue eyes somehow never lost their dull, instead they were more piercing. He was wearing black dress robes, freshly pressed, and accenting the long angles of his torso. He had on black gloves that hid his long skillful fingers. To her shock, there was no waifish, beautiful woman at his side. Ominis's wife was probably getting herself a drink. Or she hadn't even bothered to show up for this whole silly affair.

"So," the former Hufflepuff started awkwardly. She wasn't sure how to make small talk with the boy she once shared her deepest fears and secrets with. "What are you up to now?"

Ominis chuckled. "Well, finally decided to listen to you and Sebastian for once and use my words for something other than yelling at the two of you. I'm with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a lawyer. I prosecute dangerous dark wizards and witches who commit crimes of hate towards Muggles."

She blinked, not expecting that answer. "Ominis doesn't that mean…people like your family…"

Ominis nose crinkled. "Yes, I prosecute Pureblood extremists like my siblings and the rest of the godforsaken lot." He shook his head. "It hasn't been an easy journey."

She couldn't help but smile. "Well, if you were anything like how we first met, I’m sure you give those dark wizards a run for their money. Merlin, I still remember almost being brought to tears when you first shouted at me, I can't imagine you in the courtroom!"

Ominis flushed. He apologized for his lack of manners back then, and he'd continue to apologize for them now. "We did have a bit of a rocky start didn't we? Still, as awkward as it was, I am glad you came to Hogwarts, and came into my life." He frowned, "Though you haven't been in my life much recently."

She felt off balance. She cradled her drink in her hands. "Ominis, please do not be mistaken. I cherish every single letter you have wrote to me. Especially the beautiful poems. But…" she started nervously, something like jealousy building in her gut. "what would your wife think? I hope she is okay with you writing such provocative words to an unwed, single woman."

Ominis' browns wrinkled. "Wife? I'm not married."

She blinked rapidly. Ominis, unmarried? The room was spinning, and the floor rocked beneath her. Her heart was pounding. "But…after graduation…your parents…the whole betrothal."

Ominis scowled. "Oh, they tried to marry me off. Tried to make sure I produced little Gaunts as quickly as possible."

She choked on her butterbeer.

"But as soon as I came back home after graduation, I could see how my family were trying to sink their claws into me, trying to get me to do their bidding. I couldn't stand for it. I left immediately." Ominis snorted, crossing his arms. "My only regret is that I didn't do it sooner."

Her hands covered her mouth in shock. Had all this been just a silly misunderstanding? "So, you and your family are no longer speaking?"

He snorted. "Hard to be on speaking terms when you've been estranged and put away your cousin in Azkaban." He touched his chin in deep thought. "Not sure if I can even call myself a Gaunt anymore. Probably not even allowed to use the family name. I most likely would take my wife's last name, if she would allow it."

Again, she coughed into her drink. The butterbeer kept going down the wrong pipe. Trying to recover with as much grace as possible, she asked quite forwardly, "So, you aren't with a wife currently, are you seeing anyone now?"

He had a small smile on his face. "Now, not now. Though, I do hope that changes for me in the near future." Her face burned at his words. Ominis did not relent. "I must confess, I had asked the others to describe how beautiful you were to me. I seem to recall you being the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts. I'm sure you look even more lovely now."

"Ominis!" She gasped, scandalized at his forwardness. "You're not too bad yourself." She admitted.

He laughed. "Nothing, compared to what you must look like I'm sure."

She felt bold. "Would you like to see?"

Ominis frowned. Although his guiding wand was helpful in assisting him to see the rough hazy outlines of people, it was by no means perfect. "Sorry, I'm not sure I entirely know what you mean."

She set aside her glass on a nearby table. Nervously fixing her hair, she approached him. She was much closer than she should be for someone having a mere cordial conversation with an old friend. She anxiously bit her bottom lip, "Do you trust me?"

"With my life." Ominis replied without a wasted second.

She stepped closer, small hands slowly moving into his larger ones. Delicate fingers started taking off his skin-tight leather gloves. He jumped at her unexpected behavior. The sudden skin contact between their joined hands felt like electricity between.

"What, what are you doing?" Ominis blushed, incredibly flustered. While he didn't share the old-fashioned ideals of the Gaunts, some traces of social etiquette still lingered. Merlin, doing…whatever it was she was doing… between two unsupervised, unwed young people? In public?

She giggled, her lingering touch felt like scorching hot fire on his hands. "Muggles don't have wands to help them around. This is how blind muggles see: with their hands."

In Ominis's opinion, muggles were entirely too improper.

She continued taking off his gloves with no future protests. His hands had not changed much since their childhood. They were still cold and pale with long piano-player fingers. Though all she wanted to do was lace their hands together and press kisses to his palms, she refrained. Slowly, she guided his hands to her face. Her eyes flickered upwards, looking at Ominis face to gauge his reaction. With her hands on top of his, she gently pressed the pads of his fingers along the curve of her jaw, giving him permission to explore.

Ominis felt faint, unsure if what was happening was a dream. Enraptured by this new form of sight, his fingers followed the soft curve of her jaw up to smooth transition to her cheeks. He felt her flutter her eyelashes at the sensation and marveled at how long they were. There was much he could do to learn from muggle kind. The formalities fell away and social graces were entirely forgotten. He traced the contours of her face, eager to see what she looked like.

"None of my poems ever come close to describing you," He concluded. "Merlin, you transfix me."

With his hands still on her cheeks, he could feel her sharp intake of air. One of her trembling hands reached up to meet his. She held his hands in place on her cheek, begging for him not to stay. "Ominis, I've missed you."

His thumb brushed her cheek in a soothing manner. He was unwilling to drop his hands away from her, less he let her go. "I've missed this. There isn't a day that goes by when I'm not thinking of you reading me your favorite books next to the Black Lake."

She slowly steered Ominis's hands to the one last place he still had not dared to touch. He could feel the edge of his thumb meet the soft creases of her lips. "Ominis, what if we were to go back? Go back to how it used to be, when we used to spend our days walking around the lake."

Ominis pulled himself closer to her face, his thumbs brushing the cupid's bow of her parted lips. Before his eyes fluttered shut and before his lips met hers, he whispered softly, "I would very much like that."

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wtfuglydemon · 5 months

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pro-recovery this anti-recovery that

have you ever thought that people cant recover unless theyre willing to? unless they feel comfortable to? unless they feel like they are ready to?

not only that, ever thought that some things just arent able to be "cured" or recovered from? that our entire psyche system cant handle anything more complicated than a simple anxiety/depression? that if you have complicated disorders they will either shame you, make you feel like a monster and never help you directly but ask you to internalize your symptoms to not be a nuisance to others for the detriment of yourself? that, if they dont straight up drug you numb they will hospitalize you for something you have no fault on? Sometimes seeking for recovery can hurt you more than you already were and its why you can't unless youre willing and prepared to.

Being better with yourself isn't simple, sometimes recovery is having accomodations made to your problems that society simply does not give to others, it's different to all of us, mental health is not easy and straightforward and many make it up to be, this is extremely damaging and can make people hurt themselves, mentally and physically.

I've been abandoned, judged and seen as problematic for not seeking a doctor for myself and also being very open about my distaste for therapy, because i study it, i know how the system is flawed and systematically judgmental, classist, racist and misogynistic and the people in the field can be even worse, i warn people so they know if they are ready for a lot of trial and error, not to discourage them but to know that this is also a challenge you need to be mentally prepared for because otherwise it will leave you more hurt.

every journey to better your mental health is different, complicated, ugly and sometimes filled with hardships, boiling it down to "pro recovery and anti recovery" is to forget others who can't exactly recover, people's who recovery need systematic societal change, people like me with psychopathy who are seem as nothing but monsters who need to be purged from society, regardless if we have our own struggles and difficulties to deal with, its forgetting people in countries who don't have good mental health awareness, it is forgetting people who don't have financial conditions to afford help. No one is against others seeking help for your struggles but sometimes issues are not as simple as you deem them to be and the need to antagonize and "reclaim" their spaces is to negate hurting people of a space where they can be themselves and proud of who they are.

in the end what made me write this is how i am myself even with all my bad, self destructive and harmful behaviors and people like me exist and need a space safe for them to be themselves, it is why i found myself so drawn to the Jirai community, people "reclaiming" and trying to separate it from its roots is just bringing harm to a group of people who simply want to not feel alone with their struggles and be proud of who they are. You are not better than anyone from depriving those of a space for them, all you're doing is showing ignorance and disrespect for an entire group of suffering people.

#ame64txt #jiraiblogging #jirai kei #idk if this makes sense i just felt like venting my whole frustration with how people view mental health #and also how people love taking spaces away from others they dont like when they can just not be involved in it #long text #mental health

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hoony2k · 3 months

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ONE AND ONLY

Synopsis: enha and their Indonesian soulmate.

PAIRING: OT7

GENRE: fluff, established relationship

WARNINGS: none, maybe inaccurate translations?

WORD COUNT: 700+

NOTE: if something is incorrect then I sorrie didn't mean it. Tbh I had to research before writing and though I'm not exactly satisfied, I hope it's what you wanted. I divided the paragraghs because they looked chunky...though I'm not sure if it's better it looks odd to me hmm.

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★ HEESEUNG

he would be no stranger to the cultural differences in your relationship but rather than focusing on those, he'd divert his attention to the mutual aspects- even if they were small. "Wow, you like rice? I like rice too, that's so crazy". Focusing on the similarities would help make him feel close to you. This is ultimately how Heeseung moulds himself to compliment you and learn your thinking pattern. He's able to know more about you, able to predict your reactions and instincts and he believes it brings you two closer as he understands you.

★ JAY

overused but undeniably the truth because Jay's love language is acts of service! Have you seen how peaceful that man looks when he cooks? The joy that graces his face when he watches people eat his cooking? The only difference is that this time, Jay would be cooking dishes for your cuisine.

He'd casually ask you about a favourite dish and try to perfect it behind your back, cooking it repetitively and using enha as taste testers. They might not know how it's supposed to taste but can give him a basic overview. Don't be surprised when you come home and can smell your childhood memories because he's prepared food and set the table for dinner.

★ JAKE

as much as he loves to be introduced to your favourite meals, he's a picky eater, very sceptical when he sees something unfamiliar on the plate. But he would be more open to trying out sweet treats or your cooking because that can never go wrong. Like Sunghoon, he doesn't make your interracial aspect the personality of your relationship. He does use random Indonesian words he googled in conversations. "Have you eaten yet?" The rare times he ignores his gramma laws just to see your shocked face. Sometimes even memorises long phrases to impress you and is so willing to learn the language so he can impress your parents as well.

★ SUNGHOON

He's a paradox of being unaffected by your identity and associating everything Indonesian with you. Most of the time he's very nonchalant about it because why would the topic of ethnicity even be brought up in a conversation? But then, as your relationship progresses, Sunghoon notices small things that differentiate the two of you. Rather than being discouraged, he chooses to see it as an opportunity to be closer to you, to become your second home.

When random Indonesian words slip out, he'll remember them and later try to mimic them with wobbly hesitant pronunciation which makes you giggle at his efforts. The guy who would learn the language so its easier for you to communicate but at an emotional level…he feels speaking the same tongue would bring more understanding in the relationship.

★ SUNOO

He loves to watch Indonesian dramas and movies with you. It gets so serious for him because if you're busy, he'll watch them alone and give you uncalled-for spoilers, and you're like, "Were we going to finish it together??" And hes like, "Not my fault. Joe called me," and you're like, "Why are you on a first-name basis with him?" No response. He'll indulge in Indonesian news so much that each time he's on his phone, you know he's reading the latest scoop. Loves giving you updates and easily finishes your watch list before you because he's excited to discover more.

★ JUNGWON

He's always googling facts about Indonesia. But not because he's curious at a macro level, no he becomes obsessed with learning about the tiny details and customs that exist in cities you haven't even travelled to. It turns into a fun hobby for him.

And he loves to bring them up in normal conversations- usually because he thinks you'd be aware of them, so while you do the general topography of your country, Jungwon digs deeper. He asks you if you've ever been to Nias Island and you're like "No I haven't". And when Jungwon smiles at you, you expect him to say something romantic like 'lets's visit it together someday" and not the history of the island along with its location in the chain of islands.

★ NIKI

He'll google normal conversation phrases and memorise them so he can write them in your diary for you to discover later. Sometimes, when he's confident, he'll go, "Did you makan?" And you smile, "Tidak saya tidak punya," and he just stands there with an awkward, polite smile because he has no clue what you replied with. His efforts are thoughtful and sweet, either way. He wears a silver necklace of your initials because he can, and he begs you to bring back souvenirs when you take a trip back home. He will not go with you until he's 100% confident in the language. Also loves watching vlogs and messages you food recipes so he can make them with you.

Thank you for reading!

Please do not translate/copy/edit.

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 months

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Oceans of time

One night, Laddie asks David how he became a vampire. The tale that he tells is one of love and betrayal and a hurt he could never quite overcome.

A Dracula A/U

Part 2 Part 3

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"How did you become a vampire?"

Laddie laid in his bed, his old stuffed teddybear held tightly in his arms. David looked up from where he was sitting, not responding. The cave was silent. Dwayne, Marko, and Paul had gone out to feed, leaving David with what he called 'baby-sitting duties'. Not that he truly minded it, no. Laddie was - as far as kids go - a good one. He listened, he didn't lie, and he obeyed the rules. Now, however, Laddie had decided not to. Maybe it was because of the warmth of the cave, the summer-heat still caught in its walls. Maybe it was because he had too much sugar that evening, or maybe it was because he was just not tired. No matter the why, David needed to answer, or else the kid might never shut up.

"Why do you ask?"

Laddie shrugged. "I'm just curious."

David couldn't help but grin, shaking his head. "You need to sleep."

"I won't be able to until you tell me. Please, David? Please!"

David sighed, looking at the kid. "Fine. But don't expect a happy story. It isn't."

Still, Laddie smiled. He moved over, laying closer to the wall so there was enough space for David to sit comfortably. "If it gets too sad, Mr. Teddy will cheer you up. He always cheers me up when I'm sad."

"No need," David looked at the stuffed animal - or what was left of it. He supposed the bear was once a light brown colour, but now it was closer to grey. He really had no desire to come close to that thing. "It was a long time ago. There were six of us."

"Who are the other two?"

"Don't interrupt me, or I won't tell you a thing."

Laddie nodded, zipping his mouth close.

July 1897, Santa Carla

"Will you be careful out there?" The young girl asked, sitting next to a phonograph. The song - well, it was hardly that, it was more white noise than music - played quietly. David looked at the girl. Her glasses lay on the table, and just by the way she held her head in her arms, he could tell she was dealing with yet another headache.

"You know I will be. I've got a reason to come back. You wouldn't last a day without me."

A small smile played on the girls lips. "It's not my fault that we can't afford the right glasses."

"Nor is it mine. I'll try and bring some fruit with me today, alright? And if possibke ill try and get some new glasses to try. Maybe we'll be lucky this time. "

"David? Please tell your boys to be careful too - and tell them to come home? I do miss their company."

He sighed, giving his sister a soft kiss on her forehead. What she called home was nothing more than a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and just a single bedroom. There was hardly enough space for the two of them, but somehow, she swore she could make it work for their little makeshift family.

"No need to worry about that, Mia. I'll be back before dark."

With those words, David left the house. The sun was still rising. He knew it would be a long day. His - no matter if you called them friends, gang, crew or something else, it never felt quite right - brothers and he had taken to a life of petty crime. Sure, a couple years back, they had tried to do honest work, working in the factory or the coal mines, but eventually, they all realised that they did shitty work for even shittier pay. So now they stole, gambled a bit here and there. They had a benefactor, a man willing to pay them for their crimes. Steal some papers from the governor, plant some evidence at the pub - whatever Mr. Max demanded, they'd do. He paid well, and that's exactly what they needed. They did what they could to survive, and this definitely helped.

They were good at that, surviving. Quick on their feet, changing plans on the spot, being able to predict outcomes - they were good. They'd managed to stay out of the hands of law enforcement, and the one time they did end up in jail, their good friend Lucinda was quick to break them out. She called it paying bail, but they didn't really care about the technicalities,

"Have you heard? There's a shipwreck down by the beach. If we're quick, we can see if there's some loot." Paul grinned as he showed that mornings newspaper. They'd met up down the harbour. Marko had stolen some bread and shared it with the boys. David sat on one of the crates while Dwayne scanned the crowds. Early mornings meant drunk people stumbling over the docks, trying to make their way home. They were easy targets and often wouldn't even remember what they'd been robbed off.

"What kind of ship?" Marko took the paper, looking at the photograph. "Seems quite big. Could be something." He showed the picture to the others, not bothering with the specifics of the article.

"Won't any survivors come knocking?" Dwayne looked at Paul, who just grinned. "Nope! There were no survivors. That's what they say anyway. Only a dog that ran off, the second the ship stranded."

"We should check it out," David nodded, following Paul to the beach. It wasn't often that a shipwreck ended up on their beach. Ships like these would carry cargo, and possibly something that was worth a fortune.

As promised, there was a shipwreck on the beach. The whole thing was broken apart, as if something unnatural had ripped the wooden boards away from each other. If they hadn't been told that it had been a ship, David was certain they would not have recognised it as such. As they moved through the ship, exploring what was left of the now empty rooms, they came to two conclusions.

One: There was nothing to loot. Two: There were some very strange marks on the doors and walls. As if someone had tried to fight something off.

"There's nothing here," Marko spoke up after they sweeped the place. "We should go, maybe Max has something for us."

With the uneasiness they felt on the ship, none of the boys were too saddened to leave. There was something off with this place, and none of them wanted to find out what it was exactly.

As they met up with Max, outside the hospital, David realised that this was indeed going to be a long day.

"Sorry boys, nothing new today." Max was about to turn around, entering the hospital again, when David spoke up.

"Seriously? It's been six days. We need some fucking money."

"You better watch your tone," the man gave him a stern look, "there many that would kill to work for me."

Knowing this would get them nowhere, they decided to try their luck on the streets. That's how they spent their day, trying to figure out who they could steel from and, most often, succeeding. At the end of the day, they had made three pounds stealing from the rich. It was enough to pay rent for another week and to buy food for the next couple of days. David grinned - Mia would be happy.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" Mia opened the door, noticing that her brother had brought home the others. "I've got so much to tell you!"

"What happened?" Dwayne sat down at the kitchen table, opening a bottle of gin. Marko had grabbed five glasses, while Paul helped Mia to a chair. She was still not wearing her glasses and had in the five steps it took to get from the front door to the kitchen already bumped into something twice.

"Lucinda stepped by today. She's back in town," Mia explained. Lucinda had always been a friend to the boys. They had met a long time ago when she had saved them from a prison sentence. Ever since they had been close, even if she was richer than they could ever dream of being. "She said that a European doctor had arrived and that he's trained in anything to do with the eyes."

"Mi, love, we can't afford new glasses." Paul ran his hand through her hair.

"I know - but that's not the point! She is engaged to him, and she's going to ask him to see if he can do something about my eyes as a favour. Isn't that just great?"

"It sounds too good to be true," Marko said, and Mia noticed his tone immediately. She quieted down a bit.

"You think it's a scam?"

"Dangerous, at least. I wouldn't trust him."

"Lucy also offered to talk to him about maybe getting eye surgery, if that's possible in my case." She said it softly, already guessing how her brothers would react.

"That'd be experimental then, right?" Dwayne looked at her as she nodded.

"Absolutely not!" David slammed his cup down on the table. "You will not get fucking surgery of we already think this whole thing is sketchy in the first place."

Mia sighed. "I know. It would just be nice to also help out, you know? Before I got fired-"

"You were hurt every single day by your boss. Don't worry about it," Paul pulled her close, letting her lean against him.

David looked at his sister. "Sorry, kid." He grabbed the money they'd collected today out of his pocket. "We can afford some food the next couple of days, though."

And with that, the whole conversation was forgotten. Mia and the boys made plans for dinner, and David went off to pay the rent.

1987, Santa Carla

"Where's Mia now?"

Laddie looked at David, who sighed as he lit a cigarette. "She's gone."

"Oh. Why did she want that eye surgery? It sounds scary."

"It is, especially back then, She was nearsighted. She couldn't see for shit. The glasses she had weren't right, and we couldn't afford better ones. She got headaches, so she never wore them. She was always bumping into things," he smiled at the memory, "So, after a while, she began looking into other things that could help restore her sight."

"Could they?"

"God no. Glasses were what she needed. We stole them quite often, but none of them were right for her."

"What happened next?"

"Lucinda stepped by. And then both she and Mia got sick."

August 1897, Santa Carla

"He is so perfect," Lucinda giggled as she poured Mia some tea. They were sitting in the garden of Lucinda's estate. Well, her parents' estate. "Just last night, he said he'd be with me forever. Isn't that romantic?"

"Quite so!" Mia smiled. "When will you get married? Will you get married? You also had an offer from the governors son, did you not?"

"In a fortnight, obviously you and your brothers will have to be there - I simply won't get married without them there. And yes, I did - but honestly, Wolfram is an idiot. He wouldn't know how to open a letter if I didn't instruct him. So, I have decided that Doctor Holmwood was the best match."

"Why? So you can show how much richer you're getting?" Dwayne walked in, a teasing grin on his face. He grabbed a chair and moved to sit at the table.

"Absolutely!" She smiled. "It is weird, though.."

"What is?" Mia reached for her teacup, cursing under her breath as some hot tea spilt over her fingers when she hit the cup too hard. She knew she should have worn her glasses - things would still be fuzzy, but not as much as they were now. But then she had to deal with headaches - and those were worse.

"Ever since I got engaged to him, I have been having nightmares. The strangest dreams, really."

"Aren't you just worried about the wedding?" Mia offered, while Dwayne asked what the dreams were about.

"I'm always sleep walking, all the way to the cemetery. And once there, I'm being haunted and hunted, taunted. It's horrifying. And just yesterday, I had the exact same dream, but this time, some monster grabbed me by the throat and actually bit me."

They were silent for a moment. "When did they start?"

"When we arrived in London, I think. I just hoped they'd stop once we were back home."

"How about you sleep at our place tonight?" Dwayne looked at Lucinda. "Maybe it will stop the nightmares."

"That would be lovely." Lucinda smiled brightly. "I'll go home and grab some stuff, and I'll be there before dinner." She smiled at Mia, taking her hand as she was about to speak up. "I'll make sure to bring some food along, don't worry."

That night, after dinner, Mia and Lucinda went off to bed. They'd listened to the stories the boys told, about running from the cops and getting a new assignment from Max - apparently there was a new Lord in town, and they needed to figure out who he was. The girls stepped into the bed, after making sure that the boys would be alright.

"We'll manage," David looked at Mapia. "Just make sure the two of you get some sleep, alright?"

Mia nodded, and after chatting for a bit, both girls fell asleep quickly. Only a few hojrs later, the boys did the same. The house was quiet. No one moved. No one spoke.

So, they didn't notice that they'd forgotten to lock the window. They didn't notice how it slammed open, a dark figure standing on the windowsill. They didn't notice how that same dark figure moved forward, bending over both girls. They didn't notice that the dark figure only had eyes for Mia, longingly stroking her arm, but deciding to leave her untouched for now. He could always claim her later. Now, it was time for his first conquest. It was time for her to join him.

It wasn't until early morning that Mia awoke. "Luce?" She asked sleepily as she felt a heavy weight on her stomach. She blinked, sitting up. As she moved closer, she couldn't help but scream. The body next to her was ice cold. The throat was ripped open. The whole bed was covered in blood. Lucinda had been killed. Brutally murdered. And she just slept through it, not able to help one of her dearest friends.

"Mia, what -" David pulled his sister away from the bed, holding her tight as she cried, upon seeing the massacre on the sheets. The other boys entered the room just as quickly, immediately moving to see if they could figure out who had entered the room. They needed to know who had done this.

"You're alright, love," David led Mia to the small bathroom, making sure that all the blood was washed off of her body.

"Is she - is she dead?"

David nodded. Mia closed her eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, trying to even her breathing. "How did I - how could I sleep through that? She - "

"Mia, look at me," David kneeled down so he was at eye level with her. "There was nothing you could have done."

Mia nodded quietly. He knew she didn't believe him, but he'd repeat it over and over until it got through.

The rest of the day was chaos. They had to call the police, Lucinda's family, her fiancé. People came and went. Pictures were taken of the crime scene, and every one of them was questioned. At the end of the day, Mia had no tears left to cry, and the boys felt just the same. That night, the house was quiet, them softly talking about their times with Lucinda. How she helped them out when they got in trouble with the law. How she was the first and only person to ever catch them red-handed - they had tried to pickpocket from her after all, even after she had saved them from jail. She had smiled and just given them some money. She had always been like an older sister to them, taking care of them when needed and always being there for both the good and the bad. She had brought humour, charm, and insights into how to best steal from the rich - and now she was gone.

1987, Santa Carla

"So, was she killed by a vampire?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"That's how he changed her. We just didn't know that at the time. We also didn't know what we would become eventually, or we would have never done what we had done."

"What did you do?"

David shook his head. His cigarette had turned into ashes, and he heard the other boys returning. "I'll tell you tomorrow. You need to go to sleep now."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys #dracula au

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YOOOOOOOOO! FIRST YOU GOTTA BE ONE IF THE MOST TALENTED ARTIST I HAVE EVER SEEN!! SECOND YOUR GHOST OF CHRISTMAS FUTURE IS GIVING ME BRAIN ROT! And it got me thinking!

This being inspired by art that I just literally saw a minute ago by alice angel12x! With their idea of ghost of Christmas present yn!

The scene

Frank could only look at the ghost with fear as he watched them grow older by the minute. The once bright and cheerful spirit that stood tall among the crowd now appeared centuries older, their wooden skin was chipping and rotting away like an ancient oak that had been left to grow on dying soil their labored breaths showed how tired they had became but their hood hid their face from the puppet leaving his blind to their appearance but he was certain that it had changed as well. His heart ached for the spirits well being, it was thanks to them that he was able to see the warmth of the town surrounding him for so many years, a warmth that soaked deep into his bones that he never wished to forget.

He knelt down by the spirits slumped formed worry and fear filling his eyes " spirit? Please say something! Is there anything I can do?" He asked, he begged, for as much as he knew the truth, he wanted to remain naive for a little longer.

" I'm afraid cough! There isn't much you can do for a spirit dear frank, my being is far beyond your control. Its my own fault really, I saw hiw happy you were seeing everyone that I had forgotten my own limits and now I fear my time has come"

You spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as tears slowly stared to fill franks eyes. "N-no please please this cant be! There must be something I can do!" For the first time in years frank is willing to put someone else's well being above his, the idea made you smiled weakly underneath your hood.

"Theres a heart underneath that all that doom and gloom after all huh? Thank you dear frank but im afraid im already gone" you glance up at the swirling snow that surround the both of you. While frank paid no mind to it, you watched as the wind grew more aggressive causing the most beautiful sight before you mixing with the cruel glow of a blue haunting light.

" My darling, you're already here? Im afraid im worst for wear" you spoke to the air it seemed as you forced yourself to stand up. Frank tried to get a hold on your arm to held you steady yourself only for your arm to shattered into dying splinters that blew away with the wind.

Frank finally noticed the blue glow when it suddenly became like a large bonefire at the destruction of your arm but you could inky laugh as you walked on shaking legs, knocking your hollow knees together with each step.

"No there's no need for that! You cant blame a boy for not knowing, there is so much for him to learn and it is best that you take me place dont you?"

You spoke with confidence as you pulled down your hood causeing frank to lose his breath. Your once beautiful hair made of leaves had disappeared and wilted into brown dying vines that left you into a balding state, cracking lines spread across your face their source was from the now empty socket that once held one of your bright warmth filled eyes.

You look up at the hooded figure without any source of fear or worry in your entire body, something that frank was envy about as he felt fear shake his entire soul at the towering figure.

Your remaining arm reached up to the figures face, reaching into the inky blackness of the hood with some effort revealed the soft gaze of a yellow felt face that looked down at the spirit of christmas present with warmth and sadness within his eyes.

" what-what is this?" Frank asked in a shaking voice but you only could chuckle.

"No one can help who they love frank, be they a puppet or a spirit such as us. There will always be something that will block then from one another" it was almost like you were speaking with the wind, your voice rising and falling with each sound.

You slowly turned your body more fragile than a porcelain doll would as your body slowly splintered and cracked more but a smile filled with warmth still remained on your face, as if he wasnt the cause for your breaking state.

"My last kindness and his warning frank frankly, this could be your last Christmas."

You shattered, bits of wood and cloth blew through the raging wind turning into small sparks of light that were swallowed by the darkness of the winter night. Frank could only stare in awe at the sight of your dissapearing form unaware of the tears that slowly left the hooded figures eyes.

I GOT REALLY INTO THIS AND I DONT CARE MY BRAIN JUICE WAS FLOWING! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND I HOPE YOU DONT MIND THE SMALL ROMANCE I GAVE TO GHOST WALLY AND YN! THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!

IM GOING FERAL OVER THIS HOLY JESUS THIS IS AWESOME I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF READING THIS LIKE- AAAAA AND THE LIL’ MOMENT BETWEN GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT! Y/N AND GHOST OF YET TO COME! WALLY BEFORE Y/N SHATTERS IS SO UNDENIABLY SWEET BUT OH MY GOD IT PULLED AT MY HEART STRINGS 😭💕💖

@alice-angel12x ALICE GET OVER HERE YOU GOTTA GET OVER HERE AND READ THIS BRO 👏

#welcome home #ask

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 11 months

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Tender | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader with chronic fatigue

✦ word count— 3.6k

✦ summary— snippets of life with chronic fatigue while dating Damian.

✦ warnings— light angst, depictions of chronic illness/disability, mentions of food, nudity implied in a non-sexual context, mentions of meds and doctors, fluff.

✦ author's note— this fic was comissioned through donation.

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Rain hadn't made its appearance this month; worrisome for a city like Gotham where rain seemed to be a permanent fixture.

You couldn't remember a night without rain in the past three years, or such a hot morning for that matter. So this was a first in a long time, therefore you were somewhat unprepared.

It was your fault for not checking the weather app the night before and it was the climate's fault for not giving you a truce. Although if you were to go there, we all knew the actual people responsible for the changing climate — for most problems, to an extent.

You left the bed slowly, trying not to make noise. Damian was awake already, probably training, yet you didn't want him to know you were too.

His help was always welcomed, and treasured, and he gave it with joy and ease. You hadn't imagined he would be as thoughtful or patient — you knew him to be kind, definitely nicer than he pretended to be, but this was different.

He took it so seriously, too, consulting people whose actual job was to be caregivers had been his first move and you were a tad ashamed to admit it shocked you. A part of you had wanted him to do it, but you expected him to simply read a book and go from there. And read he did, but he didn't stop there; you didn't understand how at the time.

You understood why: he loved you. But the how was elusive with everything he had on his shoulders. It would have been so easy for him to simply pay somebody to take care of you and go on with his routine, but it seemed that the thought never crossed his mind.

Showers were a little easier now that you lived with him and got to use a bigger bathroom. You tried not to rely on the shower bench too much in the mornings, partially scared you would get sleepy too early.

Damian was back from training by the time you were about to choose a pair of shoes. His hair was damp and apart from his shoe-less feet, he was ready for work too.

"You should still take a jacket."

"I hate carrying things around."

He pinched his nose. "I will take it with me, then." At your questioning look, he added, "I will be picking you up from work today."

"You don't have to. Caroline likes driving me home."

Caroline was your favorite coworker and it wasn't just because she would eat lunch with you and drive you home from work. She was just pleasant to be around, never overbearing when it came to your symptoms, and the only one who kindly woke you up after your scheduled naps.

Damian sat next to you on the grey loveseat. He picked up the top you had decided against and folded it, something you had never been able to do without a surface. "I just want you to be ready for Friday."

"I am ready, Damian."

"Fine." He leaned to kiss the side of your head.

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You sometimes wondered if driving was really all that fulfilling. It seemed stressful from the passenger seat. Or maybe those were your nerves speaking.

Turns out you weren't ready for your medical appointment on Friday.

"Do you want me to go in there with you?"

"I think so."

You knew how lucky you were that you had a partner who was willing to do this, somebody who cleared his schedule for your comfort. Damian must have been aware that doctors took him more seriously than they did you, or that they only believed the things you said once he corroborated them or added more details.

He opened the door for you and offered his hand to help you out of the car. You took it without a second thought, not trusting yourself or the wonky pavement underneath.

Damian rested his hand on your lower back, steadying you as your wobbly legs carried you into the building.

Bouts of pain generally made their appearance when you had appointments. Out of stress, the doctor explained. It made sense, but along came drowsiness and you wished you could simply skip one appointment or two from time to time.

Of course you never said as much. It would be pointless, honestly; Damian would simply force the doctor to see you at home and the same stress, drowsiness, and overall tiredness would keep their chokehold on you.

You always spoke more when Damian was there, and when you struggled to remember something, he filled in the blanks. He carried your tracker with him, and the diary he had started on his own for good measure. The doctor always asked if he was taking care of himself too — you used to hate the question, seeing it as a reminder that you didn't really do a good job taking care of him in comparison to what he did for you; it took a long tearful conversation with Damian for you to understand he would always ask for attention if you weren't doing a good job at providing it.

"We have different needs," he had said in that incredibly infuriating yet attractive matter-of-fact tone of his.

The elevator traveled up smoothly, barely rattling when it landed on your floor. Damian let you out first and as quickly as you crossed the doors, his hand was already back on your body. It was almost a reflex of his, he did it even when you weren't in pain, a simple 'I'm here'.

You sighed in relief as you kicked your shoes off. As comfortable as they were, they were still restricting. Damian put the keys on the console table and before you could sit on the bench next to the table, he wrapped an arm around you and coaxed you into your shared bedroom.

The sheets had been changed that morning. The faint aroma of fabric softener lingered just enough to avoid a headache. Your sleeping clothes were neatly folded on the bench in front of the bed, with the basket Damian always kept full of snacks and where he hid notes for you to find.

His notes varied from encouraging words to doodles. with fragments of poems in between both extremes. You had taken the habit of texting short messages to him in return, sometimes silly things when you knew he would have a stressful day; other times reminders of how much loved him.

Your text chain would be incomprehensible for anybody but yourselves. You liked them. You liked that despite everything, you had that silly thing to laugh about, something mundane just for you and him.

Eyeing the clothes, you twisted your mouth. Your back was killing you. "Would you... help me?"

Damian dropped his cell phone onto the bedside table, still unlocked, white glare signaling he was in the middle of drafting an e-mail. "Hold onto something."

You did so, letting him take care of the rest. Not only did he take your pants off, which was the most painful part of getting changed this particular day, but guided your legs into a pair of cotton sleeping shorts one by one. You didn't even ask him help with your top yet Damian gently sat you on the bed and instructed you to lift your arms so you could wear your matching set.

Both of you undid the bed, he let you arrange your pillows to your need and only went back to pick his cell phone back up once you assured him you were comfortable. He handed you the remote, placed a bottle of water near you, and sat on his desk chair to continue whatever it was he was doing.

Your eyes grew heavy about 10 minutes into an episode of a show you started the past week. You had hoped you would hold on a little longer, maybe until Damian had to go.

"I will be back soon," Damian announced softly, prescription in his hand. "Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Some kind of dessert?"

He approached the bed. You braced yourself for a chastising reminder that you ate too much sugar sometimes. Damian leaned in and kissed your temple. "Take a nap, beloved, get some rest. I will wake you up when it's time for dinner."

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Some days, a dull ache woke you up, and trying to move became a whole odyssey. Breathing exercises worked well enough to give you the drive to try it again, but that didn’t mean you were always successful.

Others, you left the bed just fine just to find yourself needing to lay down an hour or so into your day.

Today, the sun was up in full, threading into the bedroom through the only slither left by the curtains. You had already texted your boss earlier to let them know you couldn’t go to work. You didn’t know if they had answered already or not.

You could hear pencil against paper, meaning Damian was sketching near the window.

“You’ll be late,” you reminded him.

He didn’t stop sketching as he answered, "I’m not going. My girlfriend is more important than a stupid meeting."

“Bruce—”

The mention of his father made him sigh, interrupting you. “He wishes for you to feel better soon.”

You grumbled. Both of them were as stubborn and you weren't about to waste your energy on fighting either of them right now.

“Do you want to change position?”

“I want to pee.”

Damian dropped the sketchbook and the pencil onto the sofa and walked toward the bed. Wordlessly, he helped you up and off the mattress.

You slowly made it to the bathroom, turning the light on just to be sure you wouldn't fall.

“Don’t close the door.”

“I know, Dami.” You had been here many times before. He was always helpful, if not a little overbearing when it came to movement which you understood and often made things genuinely bearable.

Back on the bed, you drank water from your bottle.

Damian gave you that look that meant he wanted to say something yet knew it wasn't the time. You decided not to ask and laid down once again.

He handed you the remote in case you wanted to watch something, but the only thing you wanted was to sleep for a day or two.

Such an urge wasn't new, but you were kind enough to yourself not to ignore it when you could barely leave the bed.

"You should eat something."

There it was.

"Later," you pleaded.

You could almost hear him deflate. Still, Damian kissed your cheek and went back to the sofa, letting you try and get some sleep.

He would insist again later, no matter what you did, and you would probably get away with just having a smoothie. But you kept that to yourself, not only needing sleep out of tiredness but as a manner to pass the time.

Damian knew as much, he also knew there was nothing more he could do right now to help so he and his stubbornness focused on the sketch and only paused to watch you breathe.

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Panic coiled in Damian's stomach. Waking up to an empty bed at 5:00 in the morning was not only uncommon and worrisome, but one of his worst nightmares.

He always feared you would wander around the condo in the middle of the night only to fall asleep in an uncomfortable place or position, perhaps in pain, or both.

He padded his way along the hallway and checked the home office first. Your untouched desk, still donning the big water bottle he got you so you wouldn't use homework as an excuse for dehydration, wasn't as good of a sign as he hoped.

You weren't in any of the other bedrooms, nor the training room. He considered calling your parents, and as if you had visited them in the middle of the night; it wasn't insane to think you would miss your family. Yet his stomach sunk at the mere thought.

Had he done something wrong? Everything had been just fine before he left for patrol, you had even joked you would be awake waiting for him this time even though both of you knew you wouldn't last more than needed. He never expected such things from you, he didn't need them, a part of him didn't even want them because they would mean putting your health in jeopardy.

Damian found you in the kitchen. Sat on your stool, with your head tilted to the side and your mouth half-open, you read something on your phone.

He cleared his throat, but it didn't have its intended effect and you jumped. Your tired eyes bore into his and Damian almost sighed out of relief.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"It's Nicole's birthday."

He hummed. "You told me yesterday."

"I'm making her a cake. We have everything I need. Well, that's not true, but I can order everything else when the store opens and—" you interrupted yourself, frowning. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. "What?"

Inhaling deeply, he leaned his elbows on the island. Your eyes were on him and he would rather die than admit he was scared of upsetting you. He should have been past it, but he didn't know what to do sometimes. He couldn't simply forbid you from doing things, no matter how easy it might have made some situations in the long run.

"Wouldn't it be too extraneous?"

"Damian." Your 'are you fucking kidding me?' tone did nothing to placate him. "We have a stand mixer."

Right. The bulky ugly thing in the corner. He didn't mind having appliances on the countertops, no matter how bad they looked, it made things easier for you and that was all that mattered. He just specifically found the stand-mixer ugly.

"Just don't lift the bowl," he said, doing his best to not sound defeated. Your face lit up like a child who had just gotten just what they wanted for their birthday. "Call me when you're about to pour the batter. I'll do it."

Damian heard you opening and closing drawers and cupboards as he trained and although he paid more attention to the changing sounds than to what he was doing, he ended up drenched in sweat.

On his way to take a shower, he caught a snippet of the song you were humming as you moved around the kitchen and he could only hope your good spirit could last at least until noon.

The difficult parts never bothered him, nor doing the bulk of the work around the place. It wasn't like he did everything, the cleaning service came three times a week and you always left things as tidy as possible. But even if he had to do it all, he wouldn't be bothered.

He felt normal like this, useful. He liked doing things for you just like he had liked doing things for his mother when he was a child. Back then he thought that was what a man was supposed to do, protect, and provide to an extent. He didn't seek gender affirmation anymore, and he knew now he hadn't done anything for his mother out of a manly instinct; he simply loved her.

Much like he loved you albeit in a different way. Damian couldn't fathom himself without loving you, without being there for you. He had been born to fight and he had been reborn to care for you.

It wasn't always easy, he was the first to admit it. He didn't know what it was like to be in your shoes, he had no idea the kind of pain you were in or how heavy the fatigue you had to bear on your shoulders felt. He just hated that he couldn't take any of it away, that as much help as he could give, there should have been something more to do.

He grew tired sometimes. And you were oh so sweet about it, telling him to get some rest, pretending you didn't need help to get out of bed in the middle of the night just so he would go back to sleep. But Damian only slept well when you were comfortable, when things were normal to the standards you both had accorded.

At first, he had planned on being as strict as possible, to take care of everything so you wouldn't have to do anything. It didn't last. He couldn't live with the guilt that washed over him every time your face fell when he stopped you from doing something.

Learning to compromise had been the hardest thing he had done. And now here he was, about to bake a cake with you because it was your best friend's birthday.

He would do anything you asked him. It was a well-known fact about him. That meant indulging you sometimes, accepting things his brain told him weren't a good idea.

The loud stand-mixer greeted him back into the kitchen. You had a spatula in your hand, attention solely on the rotating flat beater.

"What were you going to do if I weren't here?"

You didn't speak until the mix was fully incorporated and the mixer was off. "Use a spoon."

"A spoon."

"Yes. Scoop little by little..."

He chuckled. "You are precious."

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"Take a break."

Damian had already walked away from you when you lifted your head to face the doorway. It wasn't an uncommon interaction. If you could call it as such.

Before you could even think to stand up, he was back with an unbreakable glass full of water. He set it on your desk, knowing full well you got nervous when people handed you things.

"I'm never finishing this," you sighed in frustration.

He stared at you, then at the glass. Once you picked the glass up and took a sip, he spoke, "Is it too difficult?"

"I can't focus. I'm not even halfway into the stupid paper, but I feel weird."

"Weird?"

"Like there's static in my head."

He nodded as though he understood. You both knew he didn't, not really.

"When is it due?"

"Monday."

You knew what he was thinking, 'What kind of professor would ever do that?' and the answer was quite simple: your least favorite professor.

Instead of asking anything about the awful faculty member of your college, he said, "We could do it this weekend."

"I'm not letting you do my homework."

"I have no intentions of doing your homework. I will help you focus, you will do it yourself."

"I had plans for our weekend."

He looked at you as though you had grown a second head. Plans weren't really a thing for both of you, not in the strict sense — a routine was needed, and medical appointments were non-negotiable, but apart from that, the mere idea of making plans was avoided.

"That movie you said looked interesting is on VOD. I thought we could watch it."

He visibly relaxed. Crisis averted. "We can watch it once your homework is done."

"You have things to do at night."

"Before patrol, beloved." Damian put his hand on your shoulder, leaning into your personal space to rest his head on top of yours as he continued making plans, "We will do your homework then take a nap, have lunch, watch the movie..."

You welcomed his touch, pressing your back to the chair just to have him a little closer. "Yeah?"

He hummed, nuzzling into your hair. "It will be a good weekend."

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Damian ignored your greeting as he crossed the bedroom to enter the bathroom. You heard the water running and decided to let it go, going back to the notes you had taken earlier. You had a note-taking system now, after many trials and errors, but that didn't mean things always stuck.

In all honesty, you were doing your best not to fall asleep. Between the sound of the water and the cozy blankets you were under, the words started to jumble. Your heavy eyes were begging to close and you almost gave in, but the bathroom door opened and Damian caught your attention again.

He sat on the bed, glanced at your notes, then turned to the side to put his phone to charge.

"Bad day?"

"Terrible."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." He laid on his back, facing the ceiling.

You couldn't help the sigh that escaped you. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Just be here."

You removed your notes from the bed. "I'm here."

He shifted to rest his head on your shoulder. The conversation was over. The awareness that came with living with him was different from anything you had experienced before, and his vulnerability was different than anyone else's.

You didn't think he was scared of it, not when it came to you, but he wasn't fond of it either. It wasn't difficult to see why. But you liked how it manifested, almost as second nature.

You almost cried the first time he swallowed his pride and admitted he couldn't understand what you were going through. He saw it, he paid attention to it, but he couldn't feel it. And it was so worth it, enough for you to understand truly what you meant to him.

If Damian was somebody else, or if he loved you any less, that would have been the first and the last time he admitted to not knowing everything.

You took his hand, bringing it close to your face. You kissed his bruised knuckles, careful not to move the bandage.

He sighed. Damian shuffled on the bed to lay on his side, head on your shoulder as he let you hold his hand for as long as you wanted.

Putting your free hand on the back of his head, you buried your fingers into his damp hair. He nuzzled into you, barely humming to assure you he was comfortable.

For the first time in your entire relationship, he fell asleep before you.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x plus size reader

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whchenlvr · 4 months

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omgg hellooooo ! just had an idea for a hc and was wondering if u could write about it!! so the hc would be about the union boys dating the reader but they gotta keep it secret bc they are kinda afraid someone would use their gf as blackmail or hurt them eventho they can defend their so (i hope u get me hfjfj) and if u wanna do one with the eunjang boys i thought they probably could be dating someone who is close to the union or wtv !! its up to u ofc

secretly dating him ;

weak hero x fem!reader

donald na

➤ he’s scared. like genuinely terrified by the thought of anyone finding out who you are, especially since he just declared war against eunjang, and his union is falling apart

➤ you’re thankful that he feels safe enough with you to confide these thoughts to you, and you know how dangerous it can be for him

➤ before, he would have kept your relationship a secret to show his strength, but now, he’s unsure how far people will be willing to go to hurt him, and he doesn’t want to take any chances with you

➤ sometimes it makes you sad that you have to sneak around, but despite all that, he treats you like a princess

➤ “y/n, do you want to rent a movie?” “want me to order us some dinner, darling? or would you prefer if i cooked for you?”

➤ it’s definitely not always easy, but donald makes you feel you feel safe and loved no matter the situation <3

gray yeon

➤ he didn’t mean to fall for you. he didn’t want to, either

➤ you were someone close to the union. the only reason gray contacted you was in hopes of you being able to help him in taking the union down, and though you refused, you found his ambition attractive

➤ you decided to help him after wolf betrayed the union by joining eunjang. it was the perfect opportunity for you to play both fields, and you did

➤ “i overheard kingsley say he was going to try and have ben abducted before the fight to make it seem like he ditched you guys.” “what? where do they plan to take him?”

➤ you take part in helping your boyfriend train eunjang to fight against the union; giving them little tips and tricks about each member they may have to fight

➤ when gray has every possible outcome thought up and planned in his head, he sits you down and finally takes a second to breathe. “what if this doesn’t work?” you knit your brows in confusion and look at him as he continued, “will you be okay?”

➤ you have to assume him that nothing will happen to you, just like how nothing will happen to wolf. you don’t know how true that really is, but it’s enough to calm gray

ben park

➤ he saved you, and now you feel you’re returning the favor

➤ you’d been wanting to leave the union for years, but it’s impossible with your family ties. because of this, you had to keep your relationship with ben a secret

➤ you thought it would be ben trying harder to keep you a secret, but it turns out to be the opposite in your case

➤ you’re so worried that ben will get hurt if anyone finds out you’re dating. the part of the union you’re affiliated with isn’t as forgiving as the portions under donald

➤ “y/n… i hate seeing you stress yourself out with this… it isn’t healthy.” “ben, i won’t let anything happen to you… i wouldn’t survive if it did and it was my fault.” “aw, baby. lucky for us, i’m pretty good at protecting myself.”

➤ still, you’d be triple checking everything whenever you go out with ben, and even scan your room with a bug detector before talking to him on the phone

jake ji

➤ after what happened with his brother kenny, jake doesn’t like talking about the people he loves and cares about with anyone. not even his closest friends in the union

➤ he thinks it’s too dangerous, too much of a risk, and you can only agree as you know how devastated jake was to hear about his brother

➤ you do your best to stay safe and cautious when you meet jake, but he is on a completely other level of paranoid

➤ sometimes, you have to sit him down and take his face in your hands and remind him that you’re safe and nothing is going to happen to either of you. and if it does, it isn’t his fault

➤ that always seems to calm him down until another situation happens. like the time you thought you were being followed and it turned out to be a random student who wanted to compliment your shoes

➤ despite how nervous he can be, jake never hesitates to make sure you feel comfortable at all times. “i kind of want to go out tonight… can we?” “yes, of course y/n. i’m sorry for being so annoying lately.”

gerard jin

➤ you were named the leader of yoosun high after jimmy lost to ben. donald wanted to put someone he trusts in place to teach jimmy a lesson, and he chose you

➤ unfortunately, you’d been seeing the lead singer of slam for nearly a year beneath the union’s nose

➤ while you were quite proud of yourself and gerard for not getting caught, there were a lot more eyes on you now than ever, and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder

➤ you don’t know this, but donald had you followed when you first joined the union and knew all about you and gerard. he didn’t tell anyone for three reasons: 1. he trusted you. 2. he didn’t see gerard as a threat to the union. 3. if things did take a turn for the worst, he wanted to see how your story would play out

➤ “what would you do it they found out about us?” gerard would ask as he plays with your fingers, and you’d just sigh. “i don’t know. but i wouldn’t let them tear us apart. i don’t care about eunjang, or yoosun, or the union. all i care about is that you and i are safe.”

➤ fortunately, the secret of you and gerard is one donald keeps with him until the end </3

wolf keum

➤ you were an anomaly in wolf’s life, and he liked to keep it that way

➤ he never had any big secrets. if there was something on his mind that he wanted, he’d get it. he wasn’t quiet in the way he did things, so it’s not like people weren’t always in his business. that was, until you

➤ you were so unlike anything wolf had seen before. you were truly good, through and through, and wolf refused to let his private life corrupt you in any way

➤ not only was wolf keeping you a secret from the union, but he was keeping the union a secret from you

➤ “you trust me, don’t you?” “of course i do, wolf. should i not?” “no, you should. if anyone comes up to you and asks if you know me, you know to tell the no, right?” “right.”

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #ben park #gray yeon #gerard jin

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fluffydice · 4 months

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I've mentioned it before, but I think I finally want to try and explain how I write the characters in my Saiki K fics. It's mostly for me because I love talking about writing and Saiki K, but maybe some of you will enjoy this, too.

I did Toritsuka because @akechi-gf mentioned wanting tips on writing his dialogue, but 1) I felt bad info-dumping on his post and 2) didn't quite answer the dialogue answer and jumped straight into characterization (Sorry! Hope this still helps you in some convoluted way, if you're willing to read it all LMAO)

Obviously, he's very aggressively horny. He and Aiura are probably one of the firsts to laugh over something that could be taken the wrong way. But I think it's his way of trying to connect with others. He might open a conversation with some odd, vaguely creepy comment on a girl with the intention of moving the subject to something else.

He's vulgar, though I don't consider him much of a swearer. Not when compared to Kuboyasu or maybe even Kaido.

I personally write him as someone who is very opinionated. If he thinks Saiki is being too passive, or in over his head, Toritsuka is going to tell him straight up. Even if he knows the other won't take it well.

That's a big part of their relationship, I feel: even if Toritsuka is the first to cower away from Saiki puffing out his chest, he's also the first to come bounding back. He's not a 'once burned, twice shy' kind of guy. He doesn't really hold grudges, and can't quite go through with threats. I think it's why Saiki puts up with him. Like Nendo, Toritsuka is very devoted.

If you want to portray him differently, that's alright, but I always feel that something people miss with all the Saiki K. characters is that most of them are genuine assholes. They're teenagers, and I feel Toritsuka exemplifies this best. He'll say hurtful things and fucking mean them. It doesn't make him a bad person, but he definitely doesn't have the same emotional regulation as...I was going to give an example but I don't know if any of the kids are good at that. Akechi, maybe.

And speaking of emotions, he's not the best with them. He understands them, sure, but he's not even remotely delicate. That means he'll back off easily when he thinks things are beyond him. If Saiki tells him to leave it alone, that's what he's going to do. He isn't a bad guy. Toritsuka doesn't want to actively make things worse.

And on that note, he's also really fucking whiny. I try really hard not to shy away from making characters unlikable in certain aspects. If they're annoying, make them annoying. If they're a jerk, then so be it. I don't like sacrificing personality for likability. I just make sure its balanced out by other things. Toritsuka, despite his faults, has a lot of things genuinely good about him. He has pure, unadulterated faith in people, a genuine desire to become a better person (after some nudging), has shown care toward his ghosts...there's definitely stuff there.

Toritsuka's world view is fucked up, point blank. The way he talks about women isn't right. If I wrote from his perspective, it'd probably include him objectifying them. But, depending on what period of his development he's in, he might be able to step back and acknowledge that what he's thinking isn't right. He's very capable of growing and changing. Even if he's reluctant with it, he starts being less self-centered and more willing to do things just because it's the right thing to do.

He has mommy and daddy issues up the fucking wall. I think it colors his interactions with the other psychickers (who are willing to keep him in check), especially Saiki (who mother-hens basically anything that moves). He needs guidance, even if it's a bit of bullying.

#i don't know what to tag this as #character voices #maybe #that'll do for now #holy shit I could tag this under three of my catagories #woah #saiki k #fluffy writes a fic #fluffy cooks a headcanon #fluffy writes an essay

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Could you please tell us more about your thousands of years into the future next gen kids plus potential world building for what ninjago is like in the future? This is such a cool concept!!

Thanks for asking! it's Under the cut ✌️

So basicalley the idea is that in present day ninjago a big portal opens in the sky over the monastery and spits out Cryptor, right into the middle of the ninjas training grounds. Understandably they are confused and immediately go to attrack, assuming that was his intent but as they surround him 5 more people are thrown through the portal, all of them coming to Crys defense (Except Kenna, who cryptor stands in front of to protect) so the ninja start to fight them and are shocked when 4 of them start using elemental abilities.

the ones the ninja already have.

Someone else comes through the portal but they're all too busy to notice lol UNTIL. the floor of the courtyard is covered in a thick sheet of ice and everyone slips around, unable to fight. Our ninja are like ??? Zane this is not helpful. and Zanes like "it was not me..."

"Yes it was." Says a voice... it's future zane ! oh snap! and hes like "can you all chill please."

The future ninja all realize theyre wasting time and spin around to try and go back through the portal, but its too late. it's already closed and now... they're trapped in the past. They all turn to Old!Zane (who we will call Julien to make it easier) and are like Master Julien what should we do!?

Our ninja are openly confused and they all end up going inside for tea so Julien can explain everything. He tells them he and his team are from 1000ish years in the future and they were sent back by the newest elemental master of time, who had gone mad with grief after losing someone close to her. they have to get back before she destroys the timeline out of pain. he also warns his team not to say ANYTHING about the future, and tells current ninja not to ask. time travel was already fucking with everything, they couldnt go compromising reality by telling them about any key events in the future... even if he really, really wants to.

All he tells them is that, at some unknown point in the future, cryptor came back and changed sides and they're cool now. he fights with zane instead of against him. now to tell you abt these guys v

Wyatt- Master of lightning, oldest and the leader of the group. Master Juliens yes-man, always agreeing with him and following him around. Hes a great leader in his own right but he still feels like he has so much to learn from Juliens wisdom. Super helpful when he can be, not one to sit around and do nothing.

Flint- Master of Fire. Awkwardest man alive. a poor meow meow. Crazy powerful moves when he fights though, becomes super fluid and confident in the field fighting. In day to day life he trips over his own feet, in training and practice he always messes up his moves, in an actual fight he's like John Wick. Carries around a tamogotchi and will be visibly upset if it dies

Phoebe- Master of earth. Nindroid. Social butterfly. Really chipper and positive to the point where it can be really annoying. always sees the brighter side of things and is a rock the others rely on. shes very sensitive to the emotions of others and always tries to cheer people up or try and fix things. Like a big sister to Kenna

Kenna- Master of Amber. The youngest by several years, around 10-11? shes a sweet girl who always means well. She wants to be seen as a warrior, not a child, but Master Julien wont allow her to fight. Shes really close to Phoebe and Cryptor, no matter how much he denies it lol... Shes extremely intelligent for her age and great at reading people, able to subtly manipulate situations to her advantage

Noelle- Master of water. A recent addition, shes still learning her space in the team. a little quiet and unsure. determined to a fault and willing to lay her life on the line to help others. Listens and notices things others dont. Not confident in herself but always tries her best.

IMPORTANT NOTE: the only DIRECT descendant from our ninja team is jay & Nya -> Wyatt. Jay and nya are his greatX40 grandpa and grandma. The other elements have been passed around in non linear ways (due to their masters passing them to people who arent family or dying before passing their elements on)

I would definitely design them differently now a days i think

let me know if you have any other questions!

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