#because for purple a father is someone who hurts you. someone who leaves you

[flareboi]

what if purple never calls him dad

#what if the word ‘dad’ is something purple doesn’t like. #what if it carries a bad connotation for them and a bitter reminder for mango. #family doesnt always have to look like one thing yknow? i dont think those two would have a traditional dynamic in that way #maybe purple does consider him their parent. they just dont call him ‘dad’ unless its in third person #and theyre fine with that and so is he #king is his father figure yes but he’s also a mom. a big brother. a sister. their dynamic just isnt captured in purple calling him ‘dad’ #maybe his name is the best way they can say it. the best way they can appreciate him #because for purple a father is someone who hurts you. someone who leaves you #i think ‘purple calls him dad on accident’ is a cute idea #but honestly it would make more sense if they called him mom on accident instead. or if it happened when they were afraid. not comfortable #(this is presuming orchid is his mother and navy his father based on the pronouns used in the react vids iirc) #because why would purple refer to someone he sees as a parent with the title of the one that presumably did not raise them? #and on mangos end #i think u can kinda tell who in this fandom has never lost a loved one in how they characterize him #guys. grief doesnt leave. it never leaves. #you just learn to live with it!!! #mango is not okay just because he has a new kid to take care of. i would know this my bio mom passed and i have a stepmother!!! #she does not fill that void and i do not expect her to because it cannot be filled. but she brings a lot new to ease the pain and is a #wonderful part of my life #the same thing here #mango will never ever just .. go back to how he was #he will never be the same since gold died. and thats okay #purple will not change that. they will merely add something new #their dynamic can be beautiful and nontraditional and a showing of how grief can change you #it doesnt have to be ‘replacement dad and replacement son’ #its so much more #oke. tag rant over #fett rambles #ava #uhh should i tag the chars

[mysterycitrus]

[a roy pov companion snippet to persephone part two]

There was a time, just after his father’s death, when Roy would fall into fits of choking suffocation.

His throat would close, his mouth turning itchy and hot and tight and he’d gasp and claw at his own flesh, desperate for air. Wheezing, bent over on all fours, struggling to breathe and desperate for relief, swallowing around that phantom smoke in his lungs that clung to him and refused to leave.

Brave Bow would find him in the dirt, press a calloused hand to his forehead and brush his hair from his eyes. He’d had the same hands as Roy’s father, then – steady from years fletching arrows.

Calm, boy, he’d say. The fire is gone, and you remain. You remain, and for that you must breathe.

It’d taken years before Roy felt it again, crouched with a needle in his arm and Oliver Queen’s shadow casting him in darkness. That same, encompassing squeeze that pushed his organs taut against his bones, stretched like taffy and drawing all air from his body. It’d been Dinah there with him, that time. Different callouses, with that same tender gentleness.

Then, Jade. Lian. Ollie. Donna. His comfort changed shape, and he learnt to drag himself out of the fire by himself, breathing around the fist in his mouth. The feeling became familiar, and so did the way it would leave him trembling and skittish. In and out. Inhale, exhale. You remain, and for that you must breathe.

Now, he’s sitting on a rooftop in Queens, and the smoke has returned to drown his best friend, because Dick Grayson believes there is evil in him. That all the good he’s done is poisonous. That he bears the burden of a grown man’s mistakes. Because – because Bruce Wayne couldn’t let one good fucking thing in the world lie.

He carries through the motions, watching himself from outside his own body as Dick thrashes, refuses to breathe until Donna physically compresses his lungs for him, forcing him to inhale. His heart is beating so fast it’s as if it’s not beating at all.

Never in his life has Roy wanted to kill someone more.

Donna is staring bullets into the side of his head as they descend into Dick’s apartment, holding him with a tight grip. Dick, younger Dick, seventeen-year-old hurt and miserable and alone Dick, stays silent but his eyes flutter like he’s about to pass out. The bruise on his face has only darkened in the hours since they left Jason Todd’s apartment, and the yellow spots on his cheekbone have started to purple. The bags beneath his eyes are deep.

How did I never notice he was like this? Roy thinks, half incredulous at himself. How did we let this happen that first time?

There was an answer, but it was for an older Dick who still carried all his cards to his chest. Would they be forgiven when that Dick found out what they knew about him? How they knew him now, better than they had before?

Garth, bless him, is holding a performatively casual pose as they gently push Dick through the open window. The soup is in a bowl – the slightly misshapen one that’d been Damian’s first try with a kiln – and Garth looks at him, then the soup, and pivots to start the kettle instead. What Dick really needs is solids, and maybe some protein, Roy knows, but the chances of him just throwing it back up again are high.

“Garth,” Roy says, and Garth turns those big, glistening eyes at him. It’s like staring into a lava lamp. “I’m sorry, but nobody wants any fucking soup.” Then he risks putting his hands on Dick’s shoulders – the kid doesn’t flinch, thank God – and says: “You, stay there. I need to go put my head in the shower.”

He presses down gently until Dick sits on the couch, carefully avoiding Donna’s gaze as she tries to catch his eye and rubs his hands over his face. Inhale, exhale. The smoke thickens, twists, chokes. Roy tilts a little but manages to regain his balance, and passes Donna as she goes to Garth, still fretting in the kitchen. Trusting, finally, that Dick wasn’t going to bolt right this second, he walks out towards the bathroom and immediately collides with Wally.

Wally’s still buzzing a little, and the hairs on Roy’s arms stand on end as he’s zapped when Wally grabs his elbows to hold him upright. There’s a deep line between his eyebrows, but when he looks up over Roy’s shoulders at Dick, his face goes slack. This worked out, actually. It’d keep help keep them both occupied to talk out their feelings, until Roy could get back in control of himself.

“Easy, fleetfeet,” Roy says. “Babysit for a second, would you? I need to wash my face.”

“I thought we decided we didn’t want him to run,” Wally hisses back, but Roy just gives him a shove in the couch’s general direction and staggers down the hall.

He hears Wally move forward as he manages to kick the door shut, falling against it as he starts to gasp. Roy presses his head back against the tiles, squeezing his eyes shut and desperately inhaling in through his nose and out his mouth. His throat itches. A throbbing pain starts at his temple, beating with his heart and radiating to his jaw and neck and shoulders until he tenses into a spasm.

In, out. Breathe, hold, release. Roy manages to swallow, but the noise he makes sounds like a sob, and he fumbles with the faucet until he can trust that the water is drowning him out. Again, and he claps a hand over his mouth. Everything feels ready to snap.

He got through it that first time, says a voice in his head. It sounds a lot like Connor’s patient grace. Remember? He’s still here, just the same.

But this is so much worse, Roy replies internally. Can’t you see? Because now he knows it’s not gonna end. It’ll never end.

No. This is too much.

The first time he grabs at his phone, it falls from his trembling fingers and lands on the floor with a crack. It takes him one, two more tries to retrieve it, and instead of standing he folds himself onto the floor, sat pressed against the wall next to the basin. The blue light makes his eyes sting and seeing Lian smiling back just makes that rolling nausea return, thinking of a young Dick Grayson stare at his daughter in wonder. Eight years old, like Dick’s own father hadn’t fallen when Dick was that age. Like Dick had lost a father all over again a decade later. It hurts so bad.

Thankfully, when he swipes through his speed dial, she answers.

“You’re late with an update, boyo.”

For a moment, he can’t even get the words out, just audibly breathes into the receiver with his eyes shut and his free hand twisted into his hair.

“Roy? What happened? Is Dick alright?”

He has to swallow around the lump in his throat again.

“Is Lian there?” Roy manages to get out in a croak. He truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if Mia’s taken her to MOMA or something. Maybe permanently move into Dick’s bathroom. “She free to talk?”

“Sure.” He hears Dinah move and begin to walk. She’s calm, but her steps are quick and loud down the line. “Give me an answer, Roy. If you want to talk to her because you’re bleeding out-“

“No, no,” Roy says. “No, it’s just – it’s been a long day.”

It’s only about twelve pm, but Dinah doesn’t comment on it. He hears a door open, then shut. His heartrate picks up again.

“Dinah,” he says, and he hears her stop. “Dinah.”

She knows, clearly.

“He’s seventeen, Dinah.”

“Yeah, Babs said.” A pause. “Seventeen, huh?”

“He’s…” Roy stops, tugs at his hair a little. “I can’t tell you –he’s been saying-”

“You were all kids. You know that right? The stuff you were doing wasn’t normal, in retrospect. Makes sense he’d freak you out.”

But it’s not just that. It was the casual acceptance of baiting Deathstroke. Dick’s conviction of his own fault about losing Robin. His terror of confronting Bruce. The profound, absolute loss of everything. Dick Grayson lost his father at eight years old.

Roy can’t reply to that, really, so Dinah says:

“Here she is.”

There’s a shuffle, another pause, then –

“Daddy?”

The tension leaves his body so fast he almost drops the phone entirely, and his legs properly unfold into a sprawl.

“Hey, princess.”

“You okay?” Her voice raises in pitch slightly, like when she’s getting nervous. He’d put a lot of effort into stopping her from sounding like that, so it’s jarring now. “Dinah said… Dinah said-“

“I’m fine. Really. I just wanted to check that Mia wasn’t buying you more Legos from the giftshop with my card.”

“They were mermaid Legos,” Lian tells him, worry gone entirely and now a little huffy. “And Mia said – Mia said you were a landlord. And could buy them.”

“Daddy is not a gazillionaire like Batman.”

“Does Batman have Legos in the Batcave?”

Batman has bloodied memorabilia of all the people he’s let down, Roy thinks privately, but says instead:

“No, but he has a dinosaur.”

“A real one?”

“No. It’s like the one’s out of Jurassic Park. A robot dinosaur.”

“A robot dinosaur,” Lian says rapturously. “Can we visit sometime? With Uncle Dick?”

I am never letting either of you near him ever again, is the correct answer, as much as Dick would throw a fit over it. Roy clears his throat, rubs at his eyes, and changes the subject.

“Maybe. But I want a school update. I didn’t get to talk to you about it, yesterday.”

“Well,” she stops, and he can hear her think it over. “I’m better at spelling than Cassidy, because she always forgets her ayches. But I taught her a trick for it. I can teach you too!”

My best friend was only eight, he thinks.

“Yeah, baby,” he says in a hoarse voice, and tilts back his head. “Tell me all about it.”

#this is an unedited snippet from september 2023 so plz no one judge me #roy harper #dick grayson #nightwing #arsenal #donna troy #teen titans #lian harper #persephone tag #fic #batman #dc comics #mart #roy harper is very dear TO ME!!!!!!!!!!

[empress-simps]

Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

#sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #soulmate au #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter #angst with a happy ending #sirius orion black #regulus black

[hxney-lemcn]

Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing. 

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong. 

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him. 

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm. 

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize. 

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices. 

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace. 

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is. 

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses. 

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable. 

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman 

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

#scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x reader #catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #pamela isley x reader #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #scarecrow #jonathan crane #riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #catwoman #selina kyle #cat woman #x reader #dc x reader #gotham rogues x reader #imagine #headcanon

[drak3n]

THE BEST FRIEND

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: perhaps you shouldn’t have waited so long.

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: unrequited love, mostly angst, hurt & some sort of comfort? best friends trope, one mention of murder at the beginning, a little bit of baji x reader

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“it’s impossible for anyone not to love you. has anyone ever told you that?”

there were times in which even a district like shibuya — always vibrant and full of life — was eerily quiet and void of people.

people you’d want to be around with, at least. people who made you feel safe roaming the streets at this hour. right now, you didn’t feel all too comfortable walking past streets with alleyways looking awfully sketchy.

every tiny sound made you walk faster than before, it be a cat scratching at a trashcan, a breeze howling against buildings, or leaves crunching under your shoes. you just wanted to get this over with and head back home into your trusted four walls.

you grunted as your ran face-first into someone you hadn’t seen, which you wanted to blame your terrible night vision for.

the figure didn’t move and you tried to stay calm. you uttered an apology and tried to rush past them, careful not to draw too much attention.

maybe they were just minding their own business. they didn’t have to be a murderer or anything.

“you shouldn’t be out here by yourself at this time,” the person suddenly called out. you halted. “someone got murdered right over there two days ago.”

the shiver that ran down your spine at the husky words was inevitable, your eyes darting over to where he pointed to show you the place was just a couple feet away from where you were standing. it didn’t help that the boy said it with so little emotion.

“thanks for telling me… i just really need to drop by at the nearest local duty pharmacy,” you responded. under the halfway functioning street light, you recognized a very tall boy, perhaps around your age, so 15 or 16 years of age.

the dragon tattoo on the side of his head drew your attention. it didn’t necessarily elicit bad thoughts, it just looked very unique.

“i’ll accompany you.” his offer took you by surprise; it wasn’t like you had been used to others being nice to you before. when he continued walking towards your destination, you quickly joined him, barely able to catch up with his long strides.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“how could a person be a best friend, mentor, older brother and father all at the same time? you made the impossible possible.”

hanging out with the boys was exhausting, to say the least. there wasn’t anyone you particularly disliked, but they could be a lot. you didn’t really mind that they were all part of a gang, all that mattered to you was that none of them had ever made a move to hurt you or others.

“i’m saying, that’s not how you solve that question!”

rolling your eyes at the first division commander discussing with you, you threw your arms in the air. you were currently all lounging off in the warehouse, with you having joined them after they had finished a meeting.

draken always insisted on you never, ever joining a meeting of the tokyo manji gang. he would never want you to get involved with their business.

“baji, are you seriously telling me i’m in the wrong?” you shoved your purple flip phone out of the pocket of your school uniform skirt, unlocking it to click onto the calculator function. “you must be stupid if you think that three times 24 is 72–”

the whole warehouse went quiet after that. blood rushed to your face, your entire head and ears feeling steaming hot as the brunette started laughing at you. the others were too immersed in their own thoughts to listen.

“who’s the stupid one now?” bending down to your height, baji flashed you his cocky smirk, revealing sharp canines. your eyes stung with tears of humiliation.

before he could tease you a little more, because you were so easy to tease, a hand shoved the boy with long hair back to create a distance between you and him. it was him.

“baji, that’s enough.” draken’s firm voice made said boy shrug and back off. “it’s just a dumb mathematical equation.”

when you sniffled and crossed your arms in front of your chest, turning away deliberately to hide your embarrassed self from the others, a palm settled on the top of your head.

looking up, you saw draken grinning down at you ever so gently.

“don’t worry about it, everyone makes mistakes.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i failed to tell you. i thought my actions would be enough to prove what i felt. perhaps you knew all along, but decided not to talk about it. you were always thoughtful and considerate. but i wasn’t special.”

it was a gloomy day for you today. you were excited to see draken, putting in a lot of effort while getting ready and wearing one of your best outfits, just to see that he hadn’t joined the otherd at the usual group hangout today.

“wasn’t it emma’s birthday today?” mitsuya recalled. mikey wasn’t there either. unbeknownst to you, baji’s eyes wandered to look at how you’d react.

as someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, you were terrible at masking how you felt. he didn’t miss the way your face fell.

draken and emma were always close to each other. of course they were, as her brother and draken have been inseparable since middle school. you couldn’t compare to her. you’d just met him not even two years ago.

you were slowly realizing that despite him doing a lot for you and always being there for you, you perhaps didn’t mean as much to him as emma did.

after all, draken was nice to everyone.

“someone’s grumpy,” baji commented slyly, and this time, you didn’t have it in you to bicker with him. this time, there was no draken to tell him to stop either.

the two missing blondes joined you hours later, with mikey nudging his taller vice’s side teasingly while talking about how sly kenny was for having found that plushie emma had wanted for the longest time.

it made your mood even more sour than it already was, and you pondered about an excuse to leave, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget about it.

forget about your stupid feelings for someone whose heart was already taken, and who saw you as nothing more than a friend.

“hey (f/n), that’s a pretty outfit,” mikey commented, “you going somewhere?” draken glanced down at you curiously while you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face. you inwardly thanked the leader of toman for saving you like this.

“yeah. i’ll see you guys.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“would things have been different if i’d just confessed to you while i still had the time? it would have been selfish. she was the first to know and love you, after all.”

ken and mikey had dropped out of high school at 17. they had big plans of opening a workshop for cars and motorcycles. by the time you graduated high school, they already had their small, cozy shop. toman was no more, and everything was well.

objectively speaking, it was. but subjectively? you weren’t too sure about that.

by the time you entered the italian restaurant, the table that caught your eyes was already pretty crowded. it wasn’t a surprise anymore, you were always late, after all.

too late. those two words echoed in your head as you looked at emma and draken sitting next to each other, her blushing feverishly when he removed something from her hair.

that could have been you.

“let’s go.” hearing baji’s voice behind you surprised you, and even more did it to feel his hand on your back, guiding you towards the table. as much as he was a jerk, you didn’t believe he did it out of ill intent to humiliate you.

the hours went by, and you had all eaten to your hearts’ content, now exchanging light jokes and future aspirations to one another. emma mentioned wanting to be a housewife, and the ken getting married to her made you want to throw up everything you’d eaten today.

“how about you?” mitsuya asked you, who had talked the least tonight. “any plans for college?” you smiled awkwardly when you felt draken’s eyes on you.

he had always wanted you to go all the way with your education, having supported you whenever he could. you were more than thankful for that.

“i actually got an admission for law in osaka.” the blonde sitting right across from you smiled so brightly, and you were sure it would have made you melt if emma didn’t have her head on his shoulder.

it was almost childish how you had tried to interpret every single of draken’s actions as a possible chance for something to develop between you two. your chances were long gone.

you had never stood one to begin with.

“i knew you could do it! you were always a smart girl.”

his compliment made you feel worse than it should have.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you told me to go and pursue my dreams. i knew that if you had told me to stay, i would have. how idiotic of me, right? i ended up leaving and letting you slip from my grasp without you ever having been in it.”

after moving away for college, you hardly visited tokyo anymore. and to be quite honest, you preferred that. it was good to stay away from the source of what had drained you for so long.

draken hadn’t taken advantage of your feelings for him, no. he was the last person on earth who’d be willing to do that. but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to be trapped in a web of unrequited love.

you were in your fourth year of law school when an invitation laid in your mailbox. you just knew from the second you looked at the envelope without even opening it. it was exactly what you’d anticipated it to be.

a marriage invitation, for you to join ken ryuguji and emma sano for the most important day of their lives. you stood in front of the mailbox, staring at the piece of pretty paper for at least twenty minutes, as if it was ever going to change.

he was going to get married. not to you.

all of your dreams of walking down the aisle in a pretty, white dress, approaching him with his sweet smile, crushed to bits and pieces.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i have never wished you anything else but happiness, and i still do. she makes you happy, and that’s all i could have ever asked for. i saw it in your eyes that day. you never looked at me like that.”

the wedding reception was nothing short of beautiful. catered to everyone’s tastes, it left nothing to the imagination.

the wedding of your dreams had always looked like this.

it was bittersweet how another woman was going to live that dream to the fullest, with the man of your dreams, at that.

thankfully, you weren’t left alone with your thoughts while you waited for the couple to come to the rented hall after they would get lawfully wedded. mitsuya and his sisters kept you company, making sure to recommend you everything they had tried at the enormous buffet.

“pretty sure they’re coming now,” mitsuya informed you as he stared at his wristwatch. you gulped and looked into your glass of soda.

oh what you wouldn’t have given to be in her shoes, taking on his last name… waking up next to him every single day, having his children.

you felt absolutely and utterly horrible. like all those years you’d spent away from this had caught up to you, leaving you to drown in your unrequited feelings.

before you could excuse yourself to the bathroom and ruin your perfectly done makeup by indulging in a five-minute breakdown, you were stopped by a hand finding your shoulder. it felt as if life was sucker-punching you in the gut once again.

“hey, baji.” your voice was low, and you didn’t notice mitsuya leading his sisters away from the table. his formerly wild, brown hair was much shorter now, tied up in a ponytail, and he wore a dark gray tuxedo.

when he opened his mouth, you shook your head. “i can’t take any teasing today. i mean it.”

your words weren’t even harsh, you just sounded exhausted. his grin disappeared, soon replaced by a frown. “i’m aware,” baji stated, “i couldn’t have attended if i was you.”

with a raised brow, you stared at him to explain what he meant. “i’ve known since back then.” you looked down, pursing your lips to stop them from trembling and giving it all away. you were asking to change the topic until the two would enter through the door and make your mood plummet entirely.

baji knew you better than you could have guessed. so this time, instead of poking fun at you, he actually tried to make you feel better

“by the way, i’m moving to osaka for med school for the next semester. i finally got in.”

it still stung when you saw draken and emma entering the hall hand-in-hand. you couldn’t compare that sting to any other kind of physical pain you’d endured in your life, it felt worse than broken limbs or a cut that needed to be stitched.

but he was happy, the way you never saw him be. he had never smiled as purely as he did when he danced with his wife, kissing the back of her hand that now adorned a ring to bind them to each other forever.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i’m sending this letter even after it all. even though i know i’m too late. don’t get me wrong, i have deliberately not added your new address. you will never get this letter. this is just for myself, to liberate what i’d held onto for multiple years.”

you picked up the call after one shrill ring, holding your phone against your ear while your eyes were plastered on the tv. it was your episode today, dealing with your letter.

the show was muted so you could hear exactly what you’d hear on the phone. with a deep breath, you spoke first. “hello?”

“good evening, miss! we are very excited to be hosting you on today’s show for TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE!” on the screen, you saw the main host move her mouth with a smile plastered on her perfect face.

you sat down on your couch, taking another deep breath. “thank you for having me,” you responded, “i can already guess what you are going to ask me.”

you heard sweet laughter from the two hosts while you were busy picking at a dried scab on your thumb. this was making you more nervous than you’d wished it to.

“if that’s the case, then we would love to hear your thoughts,” spoke the co-host, “our audience is very excited to learn about your motives and what exactly has made you not put an address for the letter to be shipped to!”

the camera angle was switched to show multiple rows of people of all ages sitting and awaiting your response. it made your throat go dry.

“i have made this decision because,” you looked away from the screen, “they have found someone else. and they are very happy.”

the hosts showed faces of surprise. for a second, you wondered why you’d even done this to begin with. but it felt too relieving to speak about this for a bunch of strangers to listen. it felt too relieving to hang up now when you were so close to just letting things go.

“which was why i just wanted to send this letter to… get rid of it. to be able to live on and stop holding onto those feelings that are never going to be reciprocated.” you had no idea if the words you were saying made any sense to them, but to you, they did. they made perfect sense to you, and they described exactly how you felt.

“that is very mature, and we admire you for having collected the courage to take this step.” the host clapped her hands, obviously looking moved. “love isn’t all about having happy endings together, right? sometimes, it means to let go. for their, and for our own happiness.”

hanging up not long after, you sank back in your couch and chuckled to yourself. this wasn’t so bad. in fact, you haven’t felt as good as you did right now in a while.

when the door to your apartment unlocked, you watched a mop of brown hair appear in your peripheral. the smile on your face only went brighter.

“i’m home. did i miss it?”

“just did. let’s rewatch it together, kei.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way, because it was thanks to you that i found my own happiness, too.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

#tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #draken x reader x baji #baji x reader #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x y/n #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader angst #draken angst #baji x you #baji x y/n #draken x you #draken x y/n #tr x you #tr x y/n #tr angst #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers fanfiction

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Dannymay 2023. Day 7. Weapon. DPXDC.

The Justice League is trying to figure out Danny’s identity, and he’s not happy about it.

~Words hurt more than weapons~

~~~

Wonder Woman: You’re bound by the Lasso of Truth. No more chance of hiding secrets, ghost.

Danny: Are you kidding me?

Batman: Who are you, Phantom?

Danny: "I am a 400-foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings."

Captain Marvel: Wow, you don’t see many Fire Nation princesses these days.

Danny: Hm, at least someone with good taste here.

Danny: Have you even read the Fenton articles? Batman? Anyone? No? Remember. Ghosts will always find a way to lie. Your ribbon has no power over me.

~~~

Danny: ..I have a few words for you too, Batsy. Martha says hi. And she wants you to know that " ..if I see a damn clown in the immediate vicinity of one of my grandchildren or if I find out that you or any of the family are on patrol with broken bones, I’ll spank you as soon as I meet you on the other side. Obey Alfred. With love, Mother."

Flash:..Batman, why are you so pale?

Batman: Someone sprayed the fear toxin. Check the ventilation.

Flash:..

~~~

Superman: Stop it! Listen..

Phantom: I liked you when I was a kid, you know? They say it’s better to never meet your idols. Now I see it's truth.

Superman: You shouldn't be doing this alone. We can help you.

Danny: What makes you think I need your help? Don’t be a hypocrite. Why don’t you take off your glasses at the Daily Planet office? And why do you think that you can tell me what to do with my secret identity?

Danny: Don’t worry, I’m dead but my family is fine. I’m not like you, Big Blue. I will not sacrifice the people I love for my murderous secret.

Superman: What are you talking about?

Phantom: Don’t play dumb. In the land of the dead, people like to talk about the past, you know. You told Jonathan he wasn’t your father, and then you didn’t even try to save him. It’s cruel. But you can be happy, Jonathan doesn’t blame you for his death. I do.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Superman: I.. I listened to what he said. He was trying to protect me.

Danny: So, how does it feel? Letting him die in front of you, knowing you could have saved him? Do you blame youself?

Superman: How dare you.

Danny: Of course, you do. Because no matter how many lives Superman saves, the most important one to you..You’ll never got it back. Afraid of being a lab rat? Superman is not special. I am not special too. 

Danny: Don’t look down at me just because you have more experience behind you. Revealing my identity should be my choice, not yours.

~~~~

Danny: Stay out of my grave. *turns to Batman* You should stay away from your son’s grave too. Leave the past behind.

~Hairstyle. Sharp tongue. Physique. This Insolence.~

Batman: Jason?

Danny: Wrong ghost, old man.

Batman: ...You’re the one who said a ghost would always find a way to lie.

Danny: Pride and prejudice! *shit, I’m starting to swear like Mr.Lancer, It’s time to finish my english essay.*  I’m not your Robin. Sorry bout that.

~Jane Austen? No hint more obvious. Jay doesn’t want to deal with the League? Well, Bruce doesn’t mind playing along.~

Batman: I understand.

Danny: Thank Ancients! Anyway, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.

~~~

Tucker: Wow, Danny, when we told you to take care about the League, we thought you’d do it, like, without turning all of them against you.

Danny: Not all of them. And I didn’t do anything wrong. We talked.

Jazz: Danny, believe me, sometimes a conversation with you can cause more damage to your enemies than your ectoblasts.

Sam: Not just to them. Sometimes I also feel like his ideas are melting my brain.

Danny: Hey! Actually, you should be on my side.

Sam: We should?

Danny: Never mind. But if JL set foot in Amity Park I will sic on Wonder Woman her grandfather.

Tucker: But her Grandfather is Kronos. He’s a creep, trying to eat all his kids. Where do you even know such a monster from?

Clockwork *puts a cup of tea on the table and coughs to attract attention*.

Tucker: Wait a minute...

Tucker: Oh mY GOd, Mr. CLocKWoRk I’m sO SorRy, please don’t kill me.

Sam: Now you’ve changed your mind about importance of a healthy vegan diet, Tucker?

Tucker: ..No, I’m not that desperate.

~~~

~At the same time,somewhere in Ghost Zone~

 Martha *teaches Jason to do a choke hold*.

~~~

~At the same time, in one of Amity Park’s alleys.~

Maddie and Jack *discuss ways to capture the Phantom*

Batman *appears behind them*:DoN’t toUcH my the сHiLd.

~~~

Jazz: Don't you think that mentioning Superman's father was too much?

Danny: Maybe.But..when I think about you, mom or dad in dander I can't imagine what would make me freeze and.. It just doesn't make sense, okey?

Jazz: You're still thinking about Dan, right?

Danny: Every.damn.time.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dannymay2023 #dannymay #Danny Phantom #dp #clockwork is kronos

[merao-mariposa]

Something about them (Pissa/Death Duo)

Something I really like about Phil and Missa's relationship is how free they are. Don't get me wrong. Philza is just the right degree of jealous and possessive for a crow, but he is not actually suffocating, like, at all.

Phil extended his hand to Missa after his first day with Chaynne not only because it would be better to have two fathers together and get along for the egg but because... he really liked the skeleton guy, you would think that getting Philza's trust would be more difficult, more laborious and would take more time however he accepted Missa into his small circle of people easily.

Philza accepted him into his life, into his house, into his family easily and without demanding anything in return.

And the same for Missa. Platonic husbands is more of a title than a label, they don't need labels, they had a connection and accepted each other now they are family! don't need any more explanation.

I can't think of the other islanders being as understanding of Missa's work as Phil is (he's been there, done that) even if someone else had understood what it's like to work under death there would still have been a bit of resentment left in many cases (smaller depending on the person) and Missa can't blame them, he knows how difficult it must be to raise a child alone but Missa can't control his work.

Phil understands and respects it because when he invited him to be part of his life, to have a space in his nest, he did not do it with the idea of ​​keeping Missa, Phil is old and has seen people come and go, he knows better than to force them to stay when something greater claims them. Missa could just slip into Phil's life once in a while and leave just as easily and Phliza would still be fond of him because when Phil gave Missa a place in his heart he didn't give it to him like a cage; He gave it to him to bathe in the sunlight of his purple eyes, to share with this funny grim reaper guy, to have a family even if it doesn't look like the average family canons, Philza and Missa respect each other's integrity and freedom as persons, they love each other without expecting anything in return, happy to know that the other is okay because they transcend finite love of mortals who are separated by death; death unites them.

Phil and Missa are not like Pac and Fit or Cellbit and Roier, they are their own kind of relationship and that's okay.

Phil has been away for weeks or maybe even months (we know that the crow does not have good time management), his love of adventure and travel sometimes takes him away longer than he expected, when he returns his children welcome him effusively talking about how they missed him so much and it hurts Phil's heart to know that he will surely have to leave them behind again, another time simply because some places are too much for them. Missa shakes off that guilt like an old rag stating that he will always be welcome and will never hold him back from leaving if he wants to go; Missa wants him to be a free bird and would never stop him or deprive him of something intimately his.

And If Philza falls into his husband's arms murmuring how much did he miss them, how much did he miss him, it's no one's problem, if he felt Missa leave a delicate kiss on the top of his head, it's no one's problem other than him and his platonic husband.

#qsmp #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #pissa #death family #qsmp deathduo #deathduo #qsmp analysis #platonic or romantic however u want #they still love each other #no matter the way #death duo pego cerca de caso

[unicorncornflakes]

Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 8

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D

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The following week passed without any further shock in the office. Aemond had ordered a desk slightly smaller than Alys's to be placed next to hers. They sent you for coffee and water. You had lunch alone and left at your own time, bored all day with tedious little tasks that no one else wanted to do, like crossing the street to buy the newspaper. Although Elia was happier than ever now that she didn't have to. At best, Aemond ignored you, when you didn't get the temperature of the coffee wrong. On one more occasion, Cregan invited you to dinner. The next day, a bouquet of roses was brought to your office and you smiled when you read the card. You didn't see it, but Aemond's face had darkened as he watched you pick those flowers. He intended to destroy Cregan. You were only his.

"Alys, before you go" Aemond spoke to her without looking at her, after he had been ordering an endless list of tasks. He saw him turn to look out the huge picture window of her office. Alys knew him better than anyone. She knew he was screwed that Cregan had dared to send flowers to the office right under his nose. “I want you to take out various forms, whatever they are, and give them to (Y/N). Tell her I want them on my desk tomorrow” he ordered authoritatively.

"Aemond, (Y/N) would need to have a degree to know how to fill in any of the forms we have..." She try to explain, as if she knew what all that order to send you things you didn't know how to do was about.

"Better then" he said without looking at her again, with his only eye closed, while he basked in the sun coming through the window, who had believed that stupid northerner? He continued to ruminate silently when Alys spoke again…

"Know? She's cute when she's jealous, but you… you're an asshole” Alys told him ready to leave and then Aemond turned to look at her again. His eye looked like it was going to pop out of his socket, like he didn't believe what Alys just called him.

"What are you implying?" he said, leaning back in his chair, inviting her to speak, but this time, his secretary didn't keep quiet.

"You know very well what I'm hinting at, and what's happening to you" Alys replied in a cold and distant tone. She had already lived a story in a similar way. She had suffered it in a much more painful way. "You try to distance yourself, but when you see her receive a bouquet of flowers from another guy, you get like that... Aemond, you just want to fuck her because it could be someone else's and not yours... you're jealous..." She explained as if that wasn't with her, because it really didn't go with her, but it made her shudder and worry. She saw Aemond's face darken further and saw him frown, not daring to look at her. "You only love her because she can't be yours, because now she belongs to someone else"

“You take out the 505 form and give it to them. Tomorrow I want it on my desk” he repeated again. He didn't want to argue with Alys. She was his confidant, not his enemy, but he…he couldn't stand it when she told the truth to his face. And Alys was only correct in her assumptions. He hated himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't let you go so easily with a man who wasn't him.

"Where do you think you are going?" Aemond asked as he watched you pick up your bag and get up from the small table that had been set for you next to Alys's. He was with his business briefcase. He was also willing to leave for the day. You looked at him confused.

“To dinner with Cregan. My day is over" you told him sincerely, but he only approached with determination and a frown. Alys looked at the two of you in confusion, as if she had never seen Aemond so angry over one of your replies this week before.

"No, definitely not" he hissed between his teeth, ending up by pursing his lips and looming like a threatening shadow over you. “You have work to do. I want those reports tomorrow Saturday on my desk. That is what I want and what I have commanded you” he spoke with authority.

"I don't know how to do them" you blurted out quite angrily, crossing your arms and daring him to continue talking, but he spoke. Your uncle was not going to remain silent.

"You have all night to do them, to learn" he ordered you without any love, without any affection... he wasn't going to let Cregan touch you that night. He wasn't even going to see you. He was the boss and you had to obey. Alys froze as she watched the scene. That domain… That power… That obsession... it reminded her of Daemon with Rhaenyra... she saw how Aemond left through the door victorious and you sat down to finish the reports or at least to try. That made her alarm bells go off. It was one thing to pretend that she knew what was between you two. Another was to let Aemond go mad as his uncle had done almost twenty years before. She had to defend Aemond. If he went down, she and her privileges would go down with him. She didn't see you as a rival. She had never done it, but she had to take you out of the competition. Aemond was such an achiever, because she was the one who had created him.

She came up to you and spoke to you with sincerity and concern, once she left Aemond there. He couldn't know. He couldn't know what she was about to do: “I'll help you. I know how those reports are filled out perfectly” she told you as she sat down next to you. You looked at her strangely and she kept talking: “I too have been young. You can't miss a Friday night because of work,” she lied. All she wanted was to protect Aemond from what he just beheld. Aemond was becoming a Daemon, and that could only lead to trouble.

Twenty minutes later you were walking out the front door, laughing with Alys. She was finally not a woman as terrible as you had imagined. She was pretty cute when she wanted to. Even though you knew she was like this because she needed something. At that time, you preferred not to think about it. The truth is that in that week that you had been working there, she had been the friendliest of all your colleagues. "Where is he going to take you to dinner?" she asked you, prolonging your conversation a little more. You smiled kindly, thanks to her you were going to be able to get out of it at a decent hour from there.

"I don't know" you answered shrugging your shoulders, and she laughed amused and looked at you complicitly.

"If... he doesn't spend more than 300 dragons on dinner, believe me, you don't deserve to sleep with him today" she laughed at her occurrence and you laughed, with a slight blush on your cheeks. You could feel them burning and she just winked at you. "You won't be worth it if he doesn't." She took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips.

“Well, he sent me flowers today…” you said sheepishly, as if that suggestion had knocked you out, and Alys laughed heartily.

"And a girl as young and pretty as you is going to sell herself just for some flowers?" she answered herself in a suggestive way. You realized that Alys liked you, in the sense that she saw you more as someone to mentor rather than destroy. She was not a bad woman, she only had the man you wanted. She protected Aemond, but because she did so she also protected herself. "Show him who's boss"

Just as you were about to respond, you saw Cregan get out of his car and you quickly said goodbye to Alys only to reach Cregan's arms. He took you with a smile and... he kissed you on the lips... it was a brief contact that made you smile in bewilderment. You blushed again and he caressed your chin...

"Perhaps... have I overdone it?" he asked you charming and you laughed without knowing very well what to say. “Did you like the flowers?”

"A lot" you whispered. His fingers entwined with yours and you felt slightly uncomfortable, as if Cregan felt that giving you that bouquet of flowers had allowed him to move to another state in your relationship. Maybe what he was doing was normal. It was just…you wished Aemond was the one to do those things…

Cregan drove cool, made you laugh, and then took you to a rather expensive restaurant. You saw the count: 350 dragons… and you remembered Alys's words, but the problem was that Cregan wasn't Aemond…

"I've had a great time" Cregan broke the silence that had existed until then in the car. He had finally stopped in front of the Targaryen mansion in King's Landing itself. One of his hands grabbed the steering wheel and looked at you, waiting for you to also answer that you had a good time, that the plan that he had been thinking for you for a couple of days had finally resulted in a pleasant moment for both of you. You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head. Your stomach ached and tears were poised right in your eyes. Why couldn't Aemond be like this with you? However, you answered him, swallowing the true feelings that then surfaced on your skin.

"Me too" you replied. You really had a good time, even though you hadn't felt for Cregan anything that you felt for Aemond. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a good time, but… Cregan wasn't the person you wanted to have a good time with. “Well…” you started saying and Cregan quickly cut you off with a nervous smile and those alert brown eyes and always sincere and pleasant.

"I was thinking that maybe... tonight you want to... sleep with me at the hotel..." he confessed visibly nervous and happy as he told you. And your whole stomach ached at that nervous and happy confession from the northerner. Your entire stomach dropped to the floor as you looked away from him and locked on your heels. Sure, he…he saw you as aspiring for more than just a friend to invite to dinner. You started to feel bad. Why didn't He do the same thing? Why? “It's not like the room someone in your family could afford, but… it would give us privacy. And… I know that the age difference could throw you back, but… I like you, just like I haven't liked anyone for a long time” he confessed smiling and nervous. He knew he was making a fool of himself in front of you, but he didn't care. He just wanted to establish how he felt about you. Putting the cards on the table. Explaining to you that he was seeing you, that he wanted to bet on you... and you couldn't feel more pangs in your stomach. It looked like the pit of your stomach was bleeding. You didn't want him to tell you how much he liked you, you just wanted…you didn't know what you wanted. "I feel like a kid confessing himself in front of the girl he likes" he said, looking at his hands and you couldn't take it anymore. You opened the car door and quickly left towards the gate of the family mansion. Why was this happening to you? Another jab in the pit of the stomach. You felt tears well up in your eyes and Cregan shot out of the car. He couldn't let you go like that, had he done something wrong? "(Y / N), wait" he told you desperately and grabbed one of your arms. You turned to see him. Why couldn't he be Aemond? "Forgive me. I have exceeded. I just like you and…” you interrupted him by kissing him. You didn't kiss him because you loved him. It was just a whim. It was just a way to show you that you could do whatever you wanted with men. Cregan was proof of that. Bryden too…you were powerful. You were a dragon who took what you wanted, except what you really wanted. It was a way to get back at Aemond.

Aemond had been waiting for you. He was concerned that he had sent you reports that were too complicated for your knowledge. He had waited for you all night. He had wanted you to walk through the door near tears, unable to do what he told you to do. And he would help you, of course. That had kept you from going on that date with Cregan and ending up spending the night with him. However, it had not been so. You hadn't shown up, and it was late. How were you going to get home? He looked at the clock in the living room. It was almost one in the morning. No one else missed you there, but he did. He finished the whiskey he had poured himself while he waited for you in one gulp and put on his coat. He had to go find you. That was what he had to do. He took the car keys and opened the door of the house. At that very moment, his heart froze. His gaze detected you right at the entrance gate. Your arms encircled Cregan's neck as he gripped your hips with his mangy northern hands. Your lips joined his in a passionate kiss... your lips were painted with his lipstick... the same one he had given you... the same one he had imagined spoiling... his soul sank. His heart seemed to scream at how stupid he had been. He had been a fucking asshole. Now that northerner who didn't deserve you was enjoying you as if you were his. And the worst thing was that you returned the kiss with the same intensity. Alys's words echoed in his mind: ‘You only love her because she can't be yours, because she now belongs to someone else.’ Maybe she was right, but he wasn't going to let Cregan touch what was his. You were the property of Aemond Targaryen. He had decided it when he saw how you were making out with another man. He was going to stop being an asshole. He was going to give you what you wanted. He was going to bow down to you. He didn't care. He didn't care at all. He just wanted to be the recipient of those kisses. He approached you two and cleared his throat, opening the main gate that gave access to the house.

You gave a start, but you didn't blush. You were only surprised to see him there, standing in front of you, undone like a betrayed lover, like a beaten puppy... the night wind slightly rocked his hair. The shadows of the night made him look harder than he already had. “You had me worried…” Aemond spoke it in a whisper, and you just looked at Cregan with a smile. The old wolf tried to smile at you in the same way, although he seemed annoyed by that intrusion.

"Now we talk, okay?" you said with a smile and Cregan just nodded with a sincere smile. You said goodbye with another kiss on his lips and entered the gates of the family home. You didn't spare Aemond a glance. Nothing. Not even good night. You just lifted your chin and walked in full of pride. You were showing him what he was missing.

However, Aemond was not looking at you now. You were back in his comfort zone. He just looked at Cregan. The only violet eye of his gave her a warning: 'Don't touch my things'. They both stared at each other for a few simple moments, as if their gazes could solve something of the dispute they were having over you. Aemond was challenging a candidate to win you over. Cregan, sorely mistaken, he was believed to be challenging your protector. He couldn't suspect the slightest thing that Aemond wanted you. He got into his car and drove off. Aemond thought that he would never do business with that wolf again. His things were not touching and Cregan had dared to kiss you.

You came out of the shower wrapped in that soft towel. Your lips still burned from the very pleasure that Cregan kissed you had produced. They tingled and made you feel special, much more special than any kiss with Aemond had ever made you feel. The answer to why was clear: Cregan was controlled by you, Aemond not. It was simple. The northerner made you remember what you were, a woman for whom men would bow down. Aemond made you feel helpless, little... in need of his protection. In that kiss with Cregan you were the one who had marked the time, the one who was needed and revered was you, Cregan looked at you as everything he could not achieve and praised you as a goddess because you offered him an opportunity. Aemond looked at you exactly the same, like what he couldn't get, but he made you feel bad with each of his actions... the answer of who you should stay with was obvious, and yet your heart kept screaming that it was what you wanted At that moment, you looked up from the ground and found that Aemond was standing in the bathroom doorway, leaning and admiring your wet body. You didn't even look at it. You weren't the least bit interested in what he had to tell you, but he was still at the door, in complete silence.

Just at that moment, he walked up to you and grabbed your arm in a gentle but commanding manner. All his skin stood on end and the towel fell to the floor due to his grip. He wrapped you in a slow spin in his arms and then he kissed you. It was a slow kiss, but eager. Nothing like Cregan's full of sincerity. No. This kiss hid much more, it hid everything that you could become, everything what he coveted you, what he desired you... His lips continued without separating from yours while at that moment, his tongue caressed your palate, sending a pleasant sensation that ran through your entire spine. Did you enjoy the kiss? Of course, but at that moment, when Aemond's hands were now running up and down your back, grasping the flesh of your buttocks and kneading it, you realized how small you were every time he kissed you, and you didn't want that. You couldn't want it. You were destined to be powerful, not a little girl in the arms of a master, but someone who was an equal in that relationship... but, still you followed the kiss... that Aemond Targaryen taught you how he liked to be kissed. You would learn and you would kiss him the same, but in that eternal moment. Aemond pulled back with a smirk on his lips.

"I'm sure you haven't felt the same way with that asshole" he said arrogantly, drawing you into his body, and you just blinked at him with feigned innocence.

"No, of course not... He invited me to his hotel room, you know?" You said trying to make him jealous and Aemond just swallowed and ended up outlining a superior smile.

"I can afford a better room" he whispered between his teeth as he kneaded the meat of your buttocks hard. He rested his forehead on yours and closed his one eye. You thought you could die of happiness and he kissed you again, although this time it was much faster. "Kneel down..." He whispered. You felt how his left hand was lost in your hair and his right hand managed to unbuckle his belt. You felt your heart beating fast, running wild like a racehorse. He looked at you with superiority and you felt ready to give up... "I'm going to teach you how that asshole couldn't do it" he said giving you a tug of hair, leaving your neck exposed to him. He kept smiling powerfully over you... And you, at that moment, understood that Aemond was suffering a jealous attack caused by not being able to have you. He didn't love you because he had realized that he loved you, but rather that he needed you because someone else seemed to be going to keep the prize. It was a jealous rage. Similar to the one he had had in the bathroom of that nightclub, but much less violent. At that moment you separated from him and his face petrified when he saw your grimace. You wanted Aemond to love you because he really wanted to, not because others were going to take what he considered theirs. You dumped him and walked away, leaving him with just his erection and a terrible frustration all over again. Why the hell were you telling him no now? That was all Aemond couldn't stop thinking. At that moment, he realized that there was no way you could have finished the reports on your own to go to that date with Cregan. Someone had to have helped you. Fruit of the frustration at your refusal, Aemond told himself that the one who had helped you was going to pay the consequences for having done so. Only one person suspected of having helped you came to mind: Alys...

Aemond came through the door of the family home carrying the birthday cake for your party. For that party that they would begin to celebrate in your honor every time you went to visit them in the summer. It had been Aemond's idea. They weren't going to go all the way to Starfall to celebrate with your mother's family, they were going to celebrate something even bigger there. They weren't going to stoop to give your mother that satisfaction. Although if it were up to your father, they would all be dragged there. "Aemond!" you yelled at him as he came through the door and he reached down to grab you. Still with the cake loaded in the other hand. He turned you around as you laughed and removed his eyepatch. He could only smile at your audacity and he kissed you several times while you laughed and laughed. At that moment, Alicent appeared with a fake smile up to you. You were only five years old then. This was going to be your first summer surrounded by dragons.

"Mother, keep the cake" he said to his mother as he gave it to her and she took it in her hands. He would have preferred to buy you a dragon cake, but your mother had insisted that you liked unicorns, so that was what he had bought. He hoped you'd like it when you served it after dinner that night. “Did you draw a lot today?” he asked you happily while he lifted you up exhilarated and you smiled at him with that broken smile in which the  tusks were missing.

"Yes, a lot" you smiled at him, but at that moment when you smiled and laughed, Alicent whispered to her son.

“Have you seen the news? Those photos… are front pages in the national press…” she told him in a somber whisper. Aemond scolded her with a look.

"Not now. It's (Y/N)'s birthday and I've been hearing about the damn photos all day.” Aemond spoke with a cold tone and turned his attention back to you. “How about we go find Vhagar?”

"Yeah!!!" you exclaimed happily and he gladly took you to the living room, where the old cat he put on your lap was dozing. Daeron was watching TV as was Helaena, neither of them could take their eyes off what they were watching, almost horrified that they were Targaryens. “Can we see the cartoons?” you asked Aemond and he just picked up the remote and changed it, much to Daeron's annoyance. He gave you some Cartoons that he didn't know if they were for your age, but they seemed to entertain you.

"Fuck, Aemond, I was watching," Daeron told him, and Helaena smacked him.

“Moderate your language, which is here (Y/N). Aemond those cartoons are not for her age” Helaena replied as Aemond sat next to you to watch the drawings with you.

"Little Dragon, do you like these cartoons?" Aemond asked pointing to the TV and you smiled again.

"A lot, but mom won't let me watch them" you laughed complicitly with your uncle, who smiled back at you.

“See, Aemond? They are not for her” Helaena said, ready to take the controller from her, but then Aemond took it from her hand again.

“If the Dornishwoman doesn't like them, all the more reason for us to watch them,” he said, turning up the volume, and Daeron looked at Helaena. They both went to watch TV in the basement and Aemond stayed watching the cartoons with you, never once looking at his phone. The world around him was falling apart, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be with you. He had done all of that to give you a better life, to give himself the place he deserved within the company.

Then you all had dinner together. Everyone except Aegon. Your father hadn't shown any signs of life since you'd almost arrived. He was not capable of looking at you without remembering your mother and that only reminded him of his failure. Aemond had narrowed his eye in annoyance at your father's ineptitude. But, it didn't matter. He was there to take care of you. You had dinner with your grandmother, with your uncles Daeron and Helaena and with Aemond, even at the end of dinner, Cole also ate cake with you. They gave you several gifts, but the one you liked the most was a huge stuffed unicorn that Aemond had bought for you. He neighed and had shiny hair. It was the best mount in the world, after the back of a dragon of course. You put it in your room next to Mr. Wings, the old dragon that Aemond had also given you on your first birthday, before your parents' divorce. They were the two best mounts in the world for your five year old self. Later, almost at dawn, Aemond had let you stay without him watching TV, and at that moment when you closed your eyes from pure sleep, your uncle changed the channel.

'I'm just saying it's repulsive' said one of the commentators on that midnight show.

'He's fucking his niece, but since when? Because perhaps this is even murkier than we think,' another of them commented.

Aemond continued to watch that show while you fell asleep on his lap. He kissed your hair while you slept, never taking his eyes off the screen. That same morning some compromising photos of Daemon and Rhaenyra had come to light, fucking in a pool of a hotel in the summer islands. Everyone thought that what happened there stayed there, but that was not the case. The scandal had jumped. All the media were involved in that informative maelstrom, more morbid than true. Only illuminated by the light of the television, Aemond continued watching the program. His entire family was shaken by what had happened. Everyone at the company had talked about it all day…his mom was shocked, his brothers disgusted, Cole was thankful that their dad had died before he saw that…everyone was upset except Aemond. He had only been interested in celebrating your birthday and giving you the best possible day. And he had not been surprised, because Aemond Targaryen was the one who had been in charge of hiring that photographer who took those photos and ordering Alys to send them to the main newspapers with a national circulation. Aemond had been the one who had ratted out his uncle, CEO of Targaryen Inc, and no one else knew it, only Alys, who had tipped him off about what was happening between his uncle and his sister... now he would be the one who would occupy the throne that always had searched. He was businesslike, serious, determined… all those things the investors had told him at that emergency meeting. He had taught that part of the family, that he had protected the one who had gouged out his eye, who was on charge. All who had rejected him would now fall at his feet. The battered boy was now a winner. It wasn't just that throne, it was so much more… Aemond was now the new master of King's Landing. And he couldn't be happier about it.

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : aliven't mentions, "kys" used 2 times, angst hehe

? w/c : 853

the ramshackle ghosts letting him inside the dorm with wary gazes should've been the first red flag, ace notes.

the building is eerily silent until grim appears (equally as wary as the ghosts until he spots the sweets the ginger is carrying in his arms), lifting a paw to point towards the upper floor of the building. ace takes this as a "go" sign and slowly makes his way up the creaking staircase.

you have cleaned the building up well since you arrived in twisted wonderland (ace would know, he was here to help after all) but with the money crowley provides, you barely have enough for food, much less to fix up the building. then again, it’s not like you’re staying here permanently, you’re gonna leave the moment crowley finds a way home for you.

somehow, that thought hurts more than it should.

upon reaching the upper floor, the dorm wasn’t as quiet as before, and ace found himself regretting being here.

the closer to your rooms door he went, the louder the sobs and sniffles became, and now he’s seriously debating whether he should knock on your door or just pretend him telling you he’s coming over was all just an elaborate prank, but then he heard knocking and saw his very own hand pressed against the wooden door.

“shit- shit, ow- um, yeah?”

“.. it’s ace. may i come in?”

the sound of rushed steps and things bumping against each other was heard and the door flew open, bringing with it a sudden breeze that sent his bangs flying. curse autumn weather.

“uh, yeah, sure. why are you here though?”

“i.. told you i was coming..?” he says quizzically as he makes his way into the room, taking a quick look around. there’s several items in disarray, but what stuck out to him most was the wallet on the floor. not the one the guys personally made you for christmas since you said your previous one got lost, this one was unfamiliar to ace, “what’s that?”

“oh, uh.. you know how i said my wallet got lost somewhere when i, uh, appeared here? yeah, that’s the one. someone in diasomnia found it and handed it over to lilia, apparently.”

“is that what’s got you so down, then?” why bring up your relationship with your mother over a found wallet? he came here because of your tweet in the first place, but he doesn’t really see how these 2 things are connected. he grabs the faux leather wallet off the floor before sitting on your carpet next to it, only for a polaroid picture to come slowly fluttering out.

oh.

“not the wallet, no. the picture is.”

yeah, he can see how a picture of your mother would remind you of her.

he checks if it’s okay with you, then he lifts the picture for a closer inspection. there’s what he can make out as an older lady who looks like you, and a man hugging her waist. he finds it nice you keep a picture of your parents so close to you.

“i was on that picture too.”

“sorry?”

he looks up at you, startled, then back down at the picture in his hands. now that he looks closer, there’s a slight blur bubble in the center of the photo.

“it was taken on my 10th birthday. there was a cake and my fathers hand was on my shoulder. now there’s no cake, and certainly no me either,” you start fiddling with your fingers (a nervous habit, ace notes) and he waits for you to continue, “i didn’t really think dying in my world and being transported here would delete all memories of me. i didn’t even know that was possible, but now i have proof.”

“wait, pause, dying? you’re dead? like, dead dead?”

“i should be, yes. i was just hoping my parents would remember me, at least.”

“.. but crowley is looking for a way back for you, isn’t he?”

“no. i told him to stop when i remembered how i got here. told ‘im it was useless and that i would just be 2 meters under anyway– if i would even be there, that is.”

“do the others know about this..?”

you shake your head with a melancholy smile and ace regrets even bringing up the topic at all. perhaps he should’ve just given you the sweets and left. or he shouldn’t have come here at all, left deuce or jack to be the first ones to know.

but then the devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear and he realizes at least he’s closer to you now, which means he’s also one step closer to making his plan work.

“that’s okay. it can be our secret for now– and crowleys. if you ever want to talk about any of this, or just your feelings or whatever, feel free to hit me up. i’m always only one call away, you know.”

“.. why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? don’t you, like, hate me or something?”

“hate you? i could never hate you,” liar.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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I should let you go

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

summary: Leon was sure you were dead. He held you till you took your lost breath. So why are you alive now? Why can’t you remember him?

warning: violence, angst, mention of death, blood

“This has to be a sick joke” Leon whispers as soon as he sees you. He doesn’t get it. How can you be alive when you clearly died in his arms years ago?

“Please don’t leave me” Leon desperately says as he clutches you to his chest, refusing to let you go. But you lost way too much blood. You shouldn’t have been so stubborn and accepted help but you wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show him that you didn’t need anyone to look after you. But this clearly went wrong and now you’re dying. You lost way too much blood and you don’t even know where your left side is. All you can focus on is Leon. You want him to be the last person that gets to hold you and you want him to be the last person to talk to you. But with your last energy you push him away from you since the building is gonna explode soon. He looks at you shocked. “I love you Leon. But please run and live before it’s too late” you tell him and see him standing up. He is clearly hesitating and before he runs off. He kisses you and tells you that he loves you. And then he starts running. You cry now and you’re making yourself ready to face death. But before death can even get you, you feel someone picking you up. And those hands are unfamiliar….

You‘re now standing in front if him, looking very much alive. But there is something about you that makes you look so unalive. Like you’re not really living.

“Y/N. My dear-” before he can finish his sentence, you run and attack him and he is defending himself. He is completely confused. Are you mad at him for leaving?

“She doesn’t know who you are. Well… Maybe she does but she can’t control her body.” The enemy appears from behind you and you quickly get back again, standing next to him. You clearly don’t look human.

“I bought her back to live. And let’s say it wasn’t very… how can I put it in words… pleasant? A few years of torture and isolation. She was very lonely in a room with no windows just her bed and herself for 5 years. That must‘ve been very very shitty.” the enemy laughs and you just stand next to him, not reacting.

“I know you’re somewhere in there. Please snap out of it” Leon yells at you but he doesn’t get any attention from you. You didn’t even blink. You did nothing.

“Well Y/N, I allow you to welcome your friend. Go and kill him and be back home afterwards” he says before he leaves you to kill Leon.

Leon won‘t do anything to hurt you. He will let you hurt him if he doesn’t react close enough. He doesn’t want to harm you.

You’re still the woman he loves. The woman he had his first everything with. The woman he wanted to marry and have a child with. He never wanted to be a father but when he met you… he changed his mind.

As you kept attacking him he tried to talk to you and tell you that you still can control yourself.

“Baby please. Remember the first time we kissed. You were nervous and kept hiding your face with your hair because your face was red” it doesn’t seem to work. Nothing seems to work.

As you push his weapon away, you put a gun to his head.

You don’t talk.

“I love you Y/N. I never stopped loving you. And everyday I keep remembering how I left you there and it was eating me alive. I wanted to die because I couldn’t live without you anymore. I love you so much it was hurting my whole body. I couldn’t eat for days because I kept thinking about you. I constantly threw up because the image of you lying in your own pool of blood would keep popping up in my head. And you know what? I never threw anything from you away. Your clothes? Still sitting next to mind. Your purple Calendar with stars? It’s still on the wall. Your post it that says I love you? Still on my mirror. Even your stuffed bear. I was sleeping with that bear because it smelled just like you. And I didn’t throw away the shirt that was covered in your blood because it was the only thing that kept me going for revenge. So if you shoot me, I‘d die happily knowing it was you but I‘d still be feeling guilty because you’re being help hostage and being used” he confesses and feels ready for you to shoot him. He closes his eyes and waits for the feeling of pain but it never comes.

As he opens his eyes he sees that you’re struggling and your hand is shaking. Your gun falls from your hand and many tears are leaving you eyes.

He sees you struggle and comes to hug you. You hand is still in the position where your gun was a few moments before. He knows you’re trying to fight your way back. You try to control your body again.

You feel the enemy coming again and take all the courage and energy you saved to turn you and him over. Soon there is a gunshot echoing through the huge hallway and Leon jumps. He looks behind you and sees him. He doesn’t waste a second. He takes out his gun and shoots him multiple times.

He has a smile on his face because gets to have you again and continue with his dreams but as he looks down at you, you collapse against his chest. He immediately catches you and now the smile washed from his face.

You’ve been shot. Now you’re leaving him again.

You can’t do that. No you can’t do that to him. Not when he got you again. Not when you’re with him again.

“Please. No” he is whispering now. His heart shatters and it feels like someone is stabbing him. Literally.

“I‘m so happy you came” you tell him. All your life you‘ve been held hostage someone in your body. You knew what you were doing. And it was breaking your heart knowing you took innocent souls. But you were never able to control yourself. Not until now. You tried way too hard. Tried to get out and gain control again. But it never happened.

“I love you Leon. I‘ll wait for you” you tell him with your last energy before you close your eyes. Again you’re leaving him. But this time he‘s not leaving you behind.

He holds you and kisses your cold forehead as he carried you out of this hellhole.

“I love you more” he whispers as he takes you somewhere quite with a beautiful view to bury you. And he doesn’t leave your side. Not now. Not ever.

He disappeared from the world and just lays next to you before he buries you.

You left him again. Twice.

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Can I request a Maverick fic inspired by the song “The Devil Doesn’t Bargain” where protective Mav makes reader see her boyfriend is awful and she is stronger than that and deserves better

✨ The Devil Doesn’t Bargain ✨

Oh my God I loved it so much, thank you for your request. I almost cried writing it. Platonic or not, the choice is yours. Depends if you need an older lover or a father figure soooo ~

Tags: Angst, mention of domestic abuse, Mav being your emotional support

Words: 1.5k

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It all started at the Hard Deck.

Penny had thrown a party to celebrate the success of the Uranium Mission. To please everyone, she allowed guests to bring their civilian significant other, which was what you did. Mav had barely laid his eyes on your boyfriend when he saw the red flags. Protective by nature -especially with you-, Captain Mitchell spent the rest of the evening observing you. To all appearances, you formed a casual couple but Mav knew the Devil always was in the details. He noticed you were quieter when your boyfriend was here. You, who were usually bubbly and joyful, would withdraw into silence each time your man spoke. There were also the looks he gave you when you did something he did not like. The kind of dark and harsh look that would kill you right on the spot if it could.

Mav tried wanted to warn you, but the man spent the party glued to you. Despite all of this, Captain Mitchell greeted you. When you saw him, a cheerful smile enlightened your lovely face. You started talking, your eyes sparkling with admiration and affection when looking at Maverick. It pissed your boyfriend so hard that he cut you in the middle of the sentence with condescending words: “No one cares about your opinion!” He had said, growing impatient. Maverick felt a burning anger blooming in his stomach. His traits, usually so soft when talking to you, turned into ice. Mav had stood fiercely, his blazing green eyes staring at your boyfriend. Mav’s presence was so impressive, that your boyfriend shut the hell up for the first time since he arrived at Penny’s party. It took all Captain Mitchell’s willpower not to punch him in the face in front, but God knew how he wished to destroy him.

After the party, Mav started being more aware: he would notice the slightest detail. Just like that one time when you picked up your phone and your smile faded away when you saw your boyfriend’s name on the screen. You picked up and when you came back in the hangar, your eyes were still clouded with tears.

Or that other time you almost had a panic attack in front of him because you noticed you would come home late. He had offered you a ride on his motorcycle but you refused - your boyfriend would kill you if he saw you with Mav.

Today he saw them.

The bruises.

Purple bruises, like paint stains on the delicate canvas of your skin. Mav had spotted them at the end of the training when you had rolled up one of your sleeves to massage your sore wrist. The sight felt like someone had punched him right in the guts. The Captain clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles whitened. His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by corrosive anger. It was too much for him to handle. He had to do something.

Today’s training is over and you are about to leave the hangar when Mav’s voice calls you. Anxious, you take a quick look at the watch on your wrist and raise your gaze to your instructor. He walks to you and stops only a few centimeters. Mav might not be the tallest guy on the base, but you feel like he is towering you anyway.

“Listen, I know it’s none of my business but it’s not worth it, darling.” He finally says, unable to hold it anymore. You look at him with furrowed brows.

“Excuse me, Sir?” You answer, slightly confused. Mav remains silent for a few seconds, his emerald eyes glimmering with worry.

“Your boyfriend… He hurts you. I don’t say that in a condescending tone, it’s just that- “ he pauses. Takes a deep breath and goes on, “I want what’s best for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything is fine.” Words escape from your mouth, knocked out of your lips by surprise. You start to chew your nails nervously, avoiding Maverick’s eyes.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. Please don’t. I know he’s abusive. Now I don’t mean to meddle but it has to stop. You are a sweet and clever girl, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

You stay silent, tears blurring your vision, and still not daring to look at him. Your lower lip starts to quiver, for it struggles to hold your sobs. It has been years and no one suspected anything. No one noticed what happened when the door was closed. Pete Maverick Mitchell, your instructor, is the first one.

“He’s not like that. He’s a good guy, he’s just having a rough time.”

“Hey, hey…” His voice is so soft, so full of tenderness that you gently dare look at him. Maverick’s heart breaks when he sees the pain in your eyes. Tears stream down your face.

He wants you to feel his skin against yours. To gently cup your beautiful face in his warm hands. To pull you in a soft, protective hug and never let you go - but he is too afraid to touch you. Afraid to hurt you. As if you would shatter at one simple brush from his fingertips.

“He’s gonna change. I can change him. ” Your voice breaks. If you keep talking you know you’ll burst into tears. You bring one trembling hand to your mouth and look down. Mav exhales slowly, trying to find the correct words not to hurt you more than you already are. He does not want to lecture you - he wants to help you free your wings from their chains.

“You can’t change him, darling. You think “this time will be the last; he’s truly sorry” but he is not. And deep down, you know it’s just a matter of time before he hurt you again. And blow by blow you lose your colorful feathers.”

Your legs are shaking, threatening you to collapse.

“Sir -“ You try to defend him but you cannot anymore.

“The Devil does not bargain, darling.” He says with a soft, soothing smile. Five words. It is all it takes to break years for abuses free. This time you burst into tears. Mav clenches his jaws, his heart sinking.

He gently open his arms to make you understand that you could hug him if you needed to. Even though he knows you might not want to feel a man’s touch. Yet, you take a step and, to his surprise, hug him tight, burying your face against his strong chest. You feel his muscular arms wrapping you and pressing your body against his. One of his large hands runs through your hair to pet you.

Melting into his embrace, you shake like a leaf and, when he notices it, Mav hugs you tighter to glue the shards of your shattered soul back together.

“ I tried to leave him, Mav. But I can’t! It’s just… so hard.” You stutter between two sobs. You did try, but you got used to the pain. Your whole being had been numbed for too many years, and now you were here, feeling constantly outside of your own skin. Outside your own body. All the blows, all the abuses, you watched yourself bearing them because that’s all life had taught you. That’s all you knew.

“ I know you don’t want to let go, but you deserve better.” He lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. You feel instantly better, “you deserve so much better. You deserve a man who will take care of you. I swear Y/N, you deserve to be loved. You deserve someone to help you clean your wounds and help you fly.” He backs off his head slightly, just to look at your adorable face. A shy and tiny smile stretches the corner of your quivering lips when your eyes met his - you feel like nothing can hurt you in Maverick’s arms. You feel …

Safe.

“But what if I'm not strong enough?"

He lets out a faint chuckle and tilts his head to the side, the green of his eyes lost in the Y/EC of yours, "Darling, look at you. You are one hell of a strong woman. And it is not due to your job as a pilot. You are strong because that's what your soul is. Trust me, there's a fierce flame burning within."

You take a deep breath: you had stopped shaking. Maverick's hand leaves your hair only to gently press it against one of your cheeks. You close your lids, tears forming crystal beads on your eyelashes. His touch makes you immediately stronger.

"You're right." You whisper. Maverick nods, proud of you, and takes a few steps back to release you from his protective arms.

"You're right." This time your tone is louder, fiercer.

The Devil does not bargain, but the Angel does not kneel.

Not anymore.

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Tagging: @malavera and @helloitstsyu because its Tom cruise content

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Something Good (XV)

Chapter 15 : Wake-Up Call

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

The menu for today’s chapter : Liam being jealous, an interesting dream…

Hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: A heated scene at the end!! No actual smut but heavy make-out. Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 3113

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

November flew by in a blur of meetings, classes, research, and midnight calls with Ben.

It vanished under the piles of laundry, the meals prepared for Sally, the new paintings from your daughter hung on the fridge, the afternoons spent walking with Ben.

It faded into the cold weather, the first Christmas decorations, the efforts of your ex-husband, the laughter from the theatre club, the lunches shared with Ben.

You had not acted on your feelings for him, and he had not acted on his feelings for you. Both of you seemed to be in a quiet phase of acceptance, of getting-used-to.

But the more you looked at him, the more you loved him.

And the more he talked with you, the more he loved you.

Sally was used to Ben’s presence already, and you were surprised by it. She longed for habits, you knew she did, because of the divorce, because of her two homes, but also because her father had failed the two of you for a while. She was used to being promised things she wouldn’t get from him. And you hated to admit it, but you knew it hurt her more than Liam could realize.

But she was getting used to the habit of seeing Ben on Sunday whenever she stayed with you. She was used to hear his name spoken in your home, to ask about him herself, to call him on the phone.

You would have been lying had you pretended that it didn’t worry you, because it did. She was getting attached to someone, someone you had grown close to only recently, someone who could leave…

Perhaps you were a little naïve, a little too optimistic, as you simply pushed your doubts away. Perhaps you were running away a little, as you simply chose to believe in him. But it felt too good, to spend time with Ben and see Sally grinning at him.

Sally had told her father about Ben, of course, and at first Liam didn’t seem to pay the man any attention. Maybe because he didn’t think you could love someone else as much as you had once loved him. Maybe because he thought you still loved him just the same. Maybe because he didn’t pay enough attention to what his daughter said in general.

So, weeks flew by and he ignored this Ben you and Sally mentioned every once in a while. Until that Sunday afternoon he spent with his daughter.

First days of December, and Sally was painting in the living room while Liam worked on his laptop by her side, a safe distance between them to avoid paint being splashed all over his expensive computer.

He looked up when she called him.

“Daddy! Look! I’ve finished another one!”

She smiled with her toothiest grin, showing him some red and purple flowers.

“Good job, darling!” her father gave her a proud smile. “You’re very good at painting!”

“Thanks, daddy!”

“Who is this one for? For me? For mummy? Or for granny, perhaps?”

“It’s for Ben!”

Liam frowned hard.

“Ben? You mean… mummy’s colleague?”

Sally nodded enthusiastically, her smile unfaltering.

“He’s going to eat dinner with us tonight! So, I’m making him a gift!”

“He’s eating with you?”

Again, Sally nodded.

“And… you’re okay with that, honey?”

But Sally’s smile widened even more, if that was even possible.

“I like Ben a lot! He’s my friend!”

“Is he?”

“Yes! We went to the park, and to the zoo, and we went to see the Lion King, and we’ve played together and he painted with me and mummy last Sunday!”

“Did he?”

And Liam cursed himself because he should have guessed. He should have paid attention, and he should have been more careful.

He let Sally keep on painting while he blankly stared at his screen. The long lines of numbers were still displayed across the pixels, but he couldn’t see any of them. Instead, his mind was filled with questions.

Who was this Ben to you? Why didn’t you tell Liam about him before?

Could he… could he be a threat? For Sally? For you? For Liam?

Could you… Could you be falling for someone else?

But he shook his head. No, none of this made sense. Liam and you were soulmates. He was certain of it. And he would conquer your heart again, he had no doubt that you still loved him, you had merely buried your feelings deep into your heart, that was all. But he was making efforts, and he would make more of those. And you would come back to him.

When it was time for Sally to go back to your flat, that all her stuff had been packed, Liam decided that he would talk about this… Ben with you. For sure he had a say in this. An adult entering his daughter’s life was no minor detail, and he needed to make sure that he was a good man, that he had good intensions, that he wouldn’t hurt any of his girls.

Sally ran to you as you opened the door, and you picked her up, holding her close.

“How is my little angel today?” you asked in a tender voice.

“Daddy and I did some painting! I have one for you!”

“Oh! Thank you so much! Did you have fun with daddy?”

“Yes!”

You smiled up at Liam as he dropped Sally’s bags in your hallway.

“Anything to report?” you asked him, but he shook his head with a reassuring smile.

“Everything went fine. We went to the park on Saturday, went to buy some groceries, and she spent most of her Sunday painting and looking at books.”

“Did you read, angel?” you asked your daughter, who nodded proudly.

“I only asked daddy four times because the words were too long!”

“That’s amazing, baby!”

You gave your daughter a big smooch on the cheek, making her laugh.

But Liam was not leaving, as he usually did, and you frowned at the sight.

“Is everything alright?” you asked him, and he nodded, but turned towards Sally anyway.

“Darling, why don’t you go play for a little while? Mummy and daddy need to talk about something.”

She nodded, although she was reluctant to let go of you just yet. But you gave her a tender smile.

“It won’t be long, angel. After that, we’ll unpack all your stuff, and get ready for dinner, okay?”

Sally nodded again, but more enthusiastically this time, and as you put her down on the ground again and helped her out of her wintery coat, she sprinted across the flat towards her bedroom.

You turned to your ex-husband, but you didn’t invite him inside your home beyond the hallway where the two of you still stood, so he walked to the living room without asking for your permission and took a seat around the table there, taking off his warm coat and scarf.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your tone worried now.

“Nothing, I just want us to talk about something. Or rather… someone.”

“Who?”

You weren’t sure what to do with the thought that popped into your mind.

Has Liam found someone else?

He tapped on the table, fingertips making a rhythmic yet annoying sound. Which was a bad sign. He only did it when he was angry, but trying to remain calm.

“Sally told me about this… Ben. Who is he?”

You sat down as well, your glance cautious as it settled upon Liam’s.

“He’s a friend,” you merely answered.

“Really?”

“Yes. From work. We’re working on the theatre club together, you remember that?”

Slowly, Liam nodded, clenching his jaw.

“I see… and… when did this… Ben become a friend of Sally’s too?”

You couldn’t refrain a smile at Liam’s words. Sally considered Ben a friend? Good, it was good…

And Liam hated this expression on your face now…

“We’ve spent quite a lot of time together since we’ve come back from London,” you explained. “And he’s great with Sally.”

“Is he?”

Liam’s tone was blatantly aggressive now, and you frowned at the sound.

“Why are you angry? He’s a good friend of mine, and Sally likes him, and he likes Sally.”

“Don’t you think you should have told me about him before introducing him to our daughter?”

And perhaps he was right, for a part. But you didn’t like his tone; you could feel your own blood starting boiling in your veins.

“Well, I didn’t think it was necessary. You didn’t warn me about letting your secretary watch over our daughter, did you?”

He rolled his eyes, which properly pissed you off this time.

“Really? You’re hitting low.”

“You’ve set the bar low.”

“I just want to make sure that he’s a nice guy. That he is trustworthy. That he won’t hurt Sally, or you, by the way. I’m also worried about you.”

“There’s no need to be worried about me. I know what I’m doing. Ben is amazing, he’s a dear friend of mine, and he’s amazing with our daughter. Don’t you trust my judgement on that?”

“I do…”

“But?”

“But how can you be so sure? I had never heard about this guy before September, and now, I’m learning through Sally that he’s taken the two of you to the zoo, and that he’s coming tonight for dinner!”

“We weren’t close before September,” you explained. “But we are now.”

“How close?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Because you recognized the fire that burnt in his eyes now, and you didn’t like it at all. You were about to answer when the doorbell rang.

“IT’S BEN!” Sally cried, sprinting from her bedroom to the hallway.

“Don’t open the door, Sally!” you admonished.

You hurried in the corridor, and found your daughter jumping up and down in excitement, but waiting before the door, obeying your order.

You opened the door, to find a grinning Ben on your doorstep.

And all traces of anger vanished from your heart at the sight of Ben’s dark coat, of his gigantic woollen scarf, of his dishevelled hair and glimmering eyes.

“BEN!”

Sally rushed to him and he chuckled as he picked her up in his arm.

“Hello, Sally! How is my favourite meerkat doing today?”

“Great! I’ve made you a painting!”

“Another one? For me?!”

“Yes!”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

He put Sally back down so she could hurry down the hall again, and you let him step inside.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he grinned, his voice low and so warm…

“Evening!”

“How are you?”

“Fine. You?”

“Perfect! I brought dinner, as promised!” he added, showing you the bag of Indian food in his hand. “And the movie.”

You laughed at that.

“Can’t believe I have to educate you this way,” he went on, teasing to make you laugh, and succeeding with ease.

You had almost forgotten Liam still being there, but you were quickly reminded as you heard the scraping of a chair against the floor.

Ben was still taking off his coat when Liam appeared.

“Hmm… Ben,” you called, making him look at you again, and he frowned at the sight of the man before him. “This is Liam. My ex-husband. Liam, this is Ben.”

Ben didn’t relax when he forced a smile to his lips. He offered Liam his open hand anyway.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you.”

Liam’s handshake was way too strong, it was painful, actually. But Ben didn’t let it show. He reciprocated the gesture with the same strength instead.

And Liam was ready to chop this man’s head off…

“Nice to meet you too, Ben.”

You frowned as your ex insisted weirdly on the name, but you decided to ignore it.

“We can continue this conversation later, Liam,” you spoke in a wary tone.

“On the contrary! We were talking about you, Ben.”

“Me?” Ben raised a surprised eyebrow.

“And the fact that I believe I have a right to know who enters my daughter’s life.”

“Of course… Well, what do you want to know?”

“Your intentions would be a good start.”

“Liam…” you warned him, but Ben answered with a shrug.

“I don’t have any, really.”

“No?”

“I’m a friend of Y/N’s. And I enjoy spending time with Sally too.”

Liam was about to speak again when Sally reappeared, handing Ben her gift.

“It’s for you!”

Ben’s frown instantly melted into a grin.

“Thank you so much, Sally!”

He accepted the gift, complimented the girl, and he chuckled as she opened her arms wide, her small hands opening and closing in grabbing gestures, asking to be picked up. He complied without a second thought.

“Did you buy Indian food? You promised you would!” Sally asked, and Ben let out a bright laugh.

“I did! Of course, I did!”

“YEEES!”

You were smiling so fondly at the two of them, Liam recognized something in your eyes, something… that used to be aimed at him, and solely at him…

And he didn’t fail to notice the way Ben’s gaze found yours with ease, how it softened, how his smile widened and grew more tender.

Liam’s head was spinning.

He cleared his throat, and all turned to him again.

“I’d love to eat some curry, too!” he spoke, but you glowered at him, while Ben frowned hard.

“Liam… I swear, don’t start.”

“Start what?”

“You know perfectly well what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually…”

“You do.”

You heaved a tired sigh.

“Look, we’ll talk about it properly, if you want. But not now. Now is not the time.”

“Really? Because I reckon that it is the right time, actually, as a stranger is about to spend the evening with my daughter.”

“Our daughter,” you corrected him. “And Ben is not a stranger at all, not to me. Trust me…”

“I don’t want him near my daughter.”

He spoke the last sentence while staring at Ben, as if he was a judge revealing his final verdict, his latest conviction.

Slowly, Ben nodded.

“Very well.”

Slowly, he put Sally back on the ground, and moved to grab his coat.

Because, after all, Liam was Sally’s father. And Ben had no right to go against his decision. And perhaps he was right, and this was a bad idea…

But when Sally started crying, all three adults froze.

“Where is Ben going?” the girl sobbed.

Ben’s heart cracked, bled, so much so that he felt tears form in his own eyes.

Where was he going, indeed? If Liam didn’t want him to see Sally anymore, what would he do? Would he lose you already? So soon…?

“Nowhere, angel,” you lifted your daughter in your arms. “Ben isn’t going anywhere. Daddy is just being silly.”

“I’m not…”

“Liam!”

You rarely snapped at people, and your ex was startled by your tone. You were properly angry now, he could see it written all over your features. The same anger he stared at for months when the two of you separated, when you signed for a divorce, when he failed you again and again. He had been better these past few weeks, he was getting used to see your smile once more, instead of your fury.

He heaved a sigh.

“Don’t worry, darling. Mummy’s right, I’m just being silly. Have a nice evening you three.”

Before you could speak another word, he was picking up his coat and walking out of the flat.

He still heard the words that followed though, and they broke his heart…

“I don’t want to be the cause for any trouble.”

“You’re not, Ben. He’s just being an idiot.”

“Are you sure? Do you really want me to stay?”

“Yes. Yes, Ben, I want you to stay.”

That night, you were dreaming.

You knew, even if you were lost in deep slumber, that none of this was real. It couldn’t be.

The images were vivid though, unbearably so. It was almost too much. And yet, even if this was nothing but a feeble dream, you hoped it would never stop.

Because in your dream, you were not alone. Ben was there. Ben was kissing you, actually.

As a matter of fact, he was doing much more than kissing you. His hands were everywhere: steady, strong, long fingers brushing against your skin and tugging at your clothes to get access to the burning flesh under them. It turned your whole body on fire, as if blood had been replaced by raging flames, and your heart was beating so loudly, it echoed in your ears, batted your eardrums, crashed against your ribs.

A rhythmic noise, tu-dum tu-dum tu-dum, frantic and longing for more at the same time. It wasn’t loud enough to hide your shaky breathing though, or the sound of Ben’s shallow breaths, or the soft moans he let out, or the wet sounds left by his lips all over your neck…

When he pulled on your shirt to take it off, you let him. When his breath caught in his throat, you heard him. When his eyes darkened, you held his hungry stare. And when he dove right back for a passionate kiss, you kissed him with the same strength.

And you didn’t want it to end… You wanted to keep his hands on your ribs, his fingers running up your spine making your back arch into his chest, his lips on yours, his beard under your palm and his pounding heart under the pads of your fingers.

But then, an alarm rang. Loud and unforgiving. And when Ben looked at you again, eyes completely black, hair dishevelled, glasses missing, lips redder than usual, you knew he was going to slip away, out of reach.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

And Ben’s dark eyes were replaced by another kind of shadows. Instead of his eyes, you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

You hit the snooze button of your alarm clock, heaved a frustrated sigh, rubbed the remnants of sleep out of your eyes.

Ben was gone. He was just a passing dream…

Still, even as a dream, he had left your breath shallow and your skin too warm…

The alarm rang again. You needed to get up, get Sally ready, prepare breakfast, get her to school, head to work…

A smile formed on your lips at the thought of seeing Ben there, in his office. Just a quick hello, maybe a coffee. Then lunch. Then another coffee after his classes of the afternoon. A walk back to your cars. A struggle to part…

You pushed the covers away, turned off the alarm clock, got up. So many things to do, so early in the morning.

But first… you needed a cold, very cold shower…

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[a-random-pillow]

2012 Donatello adopts Rottmnt boys

So, during the space arc Donnie randomly gets thrown threw a portal into the 2018 AU.

So now Donatello is in a weird AF New York and oh look at the year it’s 1999. Despite him being in another universe Donnie is pretty sure his brothers will be able to save him soon. So, he moves into the sewers and sets up a very temporary home base.

A week later and you know Donnie is getting a little home sick, but he is sure his brothers will be here soon. Anyway, the dumping/trash laws in the universe are a lot worse so he can get a much of better/new materials so while he waits, he can work on a lot a cool projects in his down time.

1 month he really hopes his brother will get here soon because he is starting to go crazy. He managed to re-build Metalhead but you know not talking to anyone other than yourself for a month is kind of a lot for a turtle.

5 months, he isn’t growing. Like he has been studying his physiology and in 5 months he should have grown at least a little bit. This brings some worrying prospects, like time not passing the same between multiverses. He decides to make his base slightly more permanent, just in case.

1 year, Donnie is pretty sure he’ll be stuck here a lot longer then expected. He hasn’t even fully aged a day since he got here. Luckily this doesn’t affect his healing or else a paper cut could easily kill him.

2 years, he has been growing his lair since it’s something to do and he doesn't want to focus on his predicament. He kind of hopes someone will fall down here soon so he won’t be alone but he doesn’t think he’ll meet April or even Casey for like ten years at the soonest. Of course, he could just go find them but that might mess up the universe and he isn't sure what the consequences would be.

3 years, he meet his father and his brothers. Well this universe’s version. He found them in the sewers very lost, and yeah he couldn’t just leave them. So now they live with him, they are some very notable differences like A. Red/Rapheal is the oldest!! It kind of seems like Raph and Leo swapped but who knows at this point. B. All the turtles are different species, most importantly he is a soft shell. C. Splinter has much worse mental health. He regularly sees the man crying and has to comfort him. This universe is very strange. Red/Raph 2, Donnie/Purple and Leo/Blue are 1 while Mikey/Orange is few months old.

4 years, life is stressful but getting better. It’s nice having people around again, even though it sometimes hurts to see them. The little turtles have dubbed him mom which he doesn’t mind. He now has people to make inventions for again. Metalhead is the Defacto baby siter/protecter whenever Splinter and Donnie are busy. The issues of naming the turtles is brought up and Donatello becomes Tello and gives his name to his counterpart.

5 years, Splinter finally feels ready to move out. But they aren’t going far it’s only a three minutes' walk to their lair. It a gamble which lair anyone is sleeping at each night. Tello has been encouraging Splinter to improve his mental health, it’s an uphill battle given that the Hamato clan in his universe made horrible decisions, but they’ve made progress. He knows this Splinter sees him as a friend, but Donnie can’t help but look up at the man (Despite this Splinter being so short).

Year 6, Tello will never admit it to Leo but he’s been slacking on his training, so he decides to start practicing again. Of course, he trains where the boys can see and as expected they start to copy him and with Splinter’s permission, he starts to train them. Acording to the boys he is like 'Lou Jitsu' who is a action star in this universe, his skills seem to have some actual basis, so he doesn't stop them.

Year 7, it seems the turtles of this world were created very differently, he doesn't recognize this Draxum but from what Splinter says he's bad news. Mikey is 4, The twins are 5 and Raph is 6. Donnie has started to take an interest in tech as expected and Tello allows him to act as his Lab Assistant until Donnie can build own lab.

Year 8, April'o'Neil falls into their life and sticks to the turtles like glue. She is similar to his worlds April in her fire but that around where the similarits end. She's more of a sister then a friend and he is happy about that since he makes that hellish love tringle less likely to happen. When he gets back, he really needs to apologize to her for being so obsessive.

Year 9, Raph has started sneaking out, Tello sends metalhead to follow and protect him but doesn't stop him. The boys have been coming along well in there training but he can't teach them everything they need to know about there weapons. Luckily Splinter can fill in the gaps.

Year 10, he hasn't seen his family in a decade it hasn't really suck in how long he's been stuck here. He is still 16, at least physically, his meatal Deveopment is still 16 but he has 26 years' worth of life. He has grown a lot personally, helping to raise the turtles has let him see more of his own flaws and he lost that crush on April, but he still feels 16. Splinter never once asked how old he was, Tello isn't even sure how he would answer.

Year 11, Mikey is 8, the twins are 9 and Raph is 10. Tello feels more comfortable leaving the lair territory given that the boys are old enough to mostly understand the rules. Now he has started setting up safe houses around the city, just in case. He has been looking into their regular villains but the only one he can find is Stockman who apparently runs a supermarket and has a son???? He's keeping an eyes on them.

Year 12, Tello has been trying to learn new weapons, just to add more verity to his skill set. So as a training exercise he has each of the boys try to each him their weapons. Raph is the best, follows by Leo and the Mikey. Donnie gets out of this lesson by virtue of them both using the Bo. He ends up learning the Sai first.

Year 13, Tello makes himself to tech limb enhancements, they are made from high grade titiume. The act as amour and give his limbs more strength. For Christmas Donnie gifted him tech bo and Tello cried. These boys are more his sons then his brothers, he doesn't hate it.

Year 14, Mikey is 10, The twins are 11 and Raph 12. He knows that the boys have limited time before there lives hit the fan, he worries. He and Donnie make protective gear for them but he is always scared it won't be enough. A least he finally (relatively) mastered the Sai, next on his list were Leo's Katanas.

Year 15, he is pretty sure the Kraang don't exist in this world, he can't find any evidence of their existence. The Foot Clan is also elusive, but he has found evidence of their existence.

Year 16, Tello has officially been in this world an equal amount of time he had been in his world. The idea of going home is a lot less appealing now that he built his new family, of course he misses is brothers and father and always will but he has kids to protect.

Year 17, Donnie made S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. as a counterpart to Metalhead. Where Metalhead was more or less a tank that packed on hell of a punch S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was fast and much more tactial. Tello finished his garage with an array of motorized wounders inside. The Shell Rassier 2.0, The Stealth Bikes 2.0, and his new favorites the Hover Boards (Think the skateboards form Shredder's Revenge).

Year 18, he knows it's started. He can see it in Raph's heightened focus on training, in Leo increase in terrible jokes, Mikey's new hidden sketch books and Donnie's increase in secret projects. He never pushes them though.

Until one night he comes home to a trashed Shell Raiser and a frantic Donnie. The turtles tells him about what happened to the Shell Raiser, something about Meat Sweats? Tello carefully gets the whole story. Apparently, they were already fighting the foot clan, but no sigh of Shredder. Tello calls the other boys in and tells them he isn't angry but says they now haft to tell him who they fight and call him for backup.

He meets Draxum during the Big Mama Fascio and the Yokai is hella confused but the mutant turtle who he 100% didn't make. Like he clearly isn't a Yokai but form the dialogue it sounds like he's been a turtle for years.

[Insert most of the series]

He is shocked to find out Oroku Saki is actually good and not a complete bastard so yeah. ALSO KARAI IS HIS GRANDMA AND SHE JUST ACCPECTS HIM. HE EVEN GETS MAGIC POWERS!! They free the soul of Oroku Saki. The fuck do you mean Casey was raised by the Foot! Well he has another child to care for now. That brings him to seven children

Year 19, he's been making progress with Casey and everything has been relatively chill but he knows this isn't the end. Like the Rat King or Kraang are bound to show up soon. He enjoys the down time though. Draxum dose ask about how he came to exist and Tello eventually tells him about is alternate timeline predicament. (Drax is the first one to find out). He agrees to keep it a secret for now.

Then Casy Jones Junior shows up he says Master Tello was dragged through an unknown portal two years after the Kraang invasion. He assumes it's his brothers finally coming to get him and after the events of the Kraang invasion comes clean to everyone about his true origins. They are all in a mix of awe and horror.

Year 20, everyone has been trying to make Tello's last years with them count. Mikey makes a bunch of art with him, Donnie learns how to run Tello's network of labs, robots and cameras, Raph watches all of Tello's favorite movies with him, Leo glues himself to Tello's side and dose everything with him. Draxum gives him a cloaking brooch so he can experience so bits of human life, Oroku Saki teaches him how to fight in/against Shredder amour, Karai gives him therapy, Casey Jones Junior lets Tello teach about everything he can think of and Cassandra trains with him daily.

It's the best and worse year of Tello's life, he is sure he could come back to this universe but doesn't his world need it's Donatello? But these kids still need him. His brothers need him they'll be so worried but his sons will lose him. He's going to miss everyone here, even Grandpa Saki!

He hasn't seen his family for 20 years, he has been in this world for 20 years.

It's a normal Sunday when he is suddenly ripped away form his lab, Donnie screaming next to him as he is ripped back to his original? home? Universe.

His brothers and family stand above him looking worridly down at him.

"Woah Donnie, nice gear!" Says Mikey noticing all his new tech

"We gotta get out of here, the Kraang will becoming soon"

He is hoisted up.

Day 1, all he can feel know that he is home, is numb. His name no longer belongs to him and the whole world seems so bland. It's only been 2 days here, he hasn't been able to speak a word. Fugitoid says it's muitverse travel sickness and he just needs time. They both know the robot is lying.

At least on his family members is in his room at any given time

Leo who is way too serious to be his baby blue

Raph who is too angry to be his sunshine

Mikey the most similar but just off enough that it makes him sick, he isn't his little artist.

He feels so old compared to them but they can't see the diffence.

"20 years" are his first words to his brothers after two decades.

Day 2, he can't say here. He's dying, the , mystics that are apart of his soul are searching for others but there nothing here. Tello hears them yelling

"20 YEARS!"

"2 DAYS!"

There in the room next to him.

April to his suprise is the first to say it

"We should send him back"

Everyone else is outraged but now the idea of him going back is out there.

He opens up to Leo first

"I didn't think you were coming, I-I I have a family there Leo"

After that the flood gates open and he breaks, his brothers as he sobs and tells them about his world.

Day 3, he wakes up with his brothers in a turtle pile and he can finally breath.

Later Leo tells him with a warm smile

"We'll work something out, we'll get you back to your boys!"

Fugitoid says they build a permeant gateway on earth. The robot also notes that the timelines have likely sunken up due to Tello's roundtrip. Which is a relief, he didn't want to go back, and it be 30 years there.

Now he has a goal, something to shed blood for and invent for.

It takes 3 months for Tello to stabilize his universe. Tello has had 20 years to train and improve his craft, he learned how to fight Shredder form Oroku Saki himself. The villains of his world didn't stand a chance. His brothers seemed mildly terrified, but Splinter got it. raising 4 turtle gremlins changes you.

3 months after he arrived a door had been opened back into his boys universe.

Raph nearly crushed him with the strength of his hug, Donnie cried, Leo went full medic mode and Mikey stuck to him like glue. After the enisle excitement of his return all the counterparts introduced themselves and in a very turtle fashion, ordered pizza.

#single post AUs ARP #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rotnmt au #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt au #rottmnt #rottmnt draxum #2012 tmnt #2012 raph #2012 michelangelo #tmnt 2012 #2012 mikey #tmnt 2018 #rise mikey #rise of the turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #master splinter #2012 splinter #splinter hamato #oroku saki #rottmnt oroku saki #draxum tmnt #tmnt fandom #casey jones 2012 #casey jr #rottmnt casey jr #donnie #donatello

[dreamersbcll]

“Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days”

- whumptober, prompt no. 9

(you’re a liar. you always lie)

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Mother’s Day was a bullshit holiday. Father’s Day, too, while Tara’s at it.

The worst part of these holidays, besides the whole holiday thing, was how they were expected to be celebrated each year. There was some societal pressure always to honor thy father and thy mother. Thank them for giving life, for giving their heart to their kids.

That was a load of bullshit. The only thing Tara has to be thankful for is that her mother gave her a sister first. Other than that, it was all shit.

But that didn’t matter anymore because Sam was gone. She left Tara two years ago with all these bullshit holidays to buy overpriced cards for. All the feelings, memories, emotions- all dumped onto Tara’s lap for her to sort out. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all.

What else is Tara to do, though? It hurts to acknowledge her estranged father and her broken mother, but it also hurts to miss Sam. There was too much pain around Tara, a thorn that kept digging through her skin, cutting her clean open for the world to see. It hurts to hurt.

And it hurts to miss Sam, but it’s worse to know that Tara was the reason that she wouldn’t come home.

Despite all the people leaving her, Tara has to keep living. She has to set the table for four spots that would only be filled by one and take it down again like clockwork. She lays out four forks, spoons, and knives, knowing damn well she will only be cleaning one set of utensils and plates. But she does it every day, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would find their way back home.

Unfortunately for her, the only one who came home was her mother. And on Mother’s Day, at that.

Just as Tara was about to ladle the soup she made into her lilac-colored bowl, she heard the door unlatch. She knows the difference between the people who enter her house. Amber bursts through, the screen door slamming behind her. Her father used to come in shoulder first, grunting as he ran into the door. Sam came in quietly, closing the door behind her like it was a secret that she was there.

Her mother, on the other hand, threw open the door, stumbled in, and slammed it behind her. The house shook at its very foundation, wood planks rattling and the glass china tinkling in a chorus of screams. The house itself seemed to hold its breath, knowing that something was about to happen, something that would end in complete evisceration.

Tara closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She could hear the familiar footsteps of someone larger than life creeping through the hallways it typically stalked. Reaching over into the cabinet above her, she pulled out another bowl. Charcoal. The bowl that Sam had made for their mother years back.

“Black like her heart, get it?” Sam had joked, showing Tara the black bowl with a half-heart painted on the side. She had given Tara the very bowl that Tara ate everything out of. Lilac purple with a faint T&S imprinted on the side. It was one of the last things Tara had that wasn’t tainted by Sam’s temper and drug use.

She scooped some soup into her mother’s bowl, bringing both to the table. There her mother stood, wobbling in her stance, a delicate smile on her lips. Tara breathed in, knowing that smile. It was the one that ended with bloody noses and tear-streaked cheeks. It was the one that haunted her nightmares and stalked her dreams.

Gesturing to the bowl she laid down, Tara slowly sat in her chair. “Here, mom. I made us dinner. Sopita. Like Abuela used to make,” she offered, her voice light.

Her mother picked the bowl up, inspecting it, Tara holding her breath. Instead of throwing it against the wall or dumping it on the table like Tara expected, her mother sat down and began to eat. Not sure what to do next, Tara followed suit.

After a few minutes of silent eating, her mother spoke. “It’s nice to know that my other daughter appreciates me. Appreciate all the sacrifices I’ve made. You know it wasn’t easy raising you, Tara. You were always a problem child,” she remarked, slurping on her spoon.

Tara tried to breathe, clenching the table cloth wrapped between her fists. She knows her mother is drunk, and she knows that she misses Sam. The way her mother consistently missed her mouth, and avoided looking at Tara confirmed it. She knows she’s the child that her mother never wanted. She knows it all.

But she still chooses to fight.

“You’re a liar,” she quietly said, staring deep into her untouched bowl of soup.

The air shifts, and the tide turns, always against Tara. She always chose to swim against the current and not with it. Her pain and her hunger couldn’t help but drive her that way. She wanted more from a life that wouldn’t give her any.

Tara knows she shouldn’t fight. She knows how this will end. She’s sixteen and tiny, emotionally inept and drained. There was no winning. But she misses Sam. She misses her protector, her love, and her family. Yet she knows that Sam is long gone, and she’s fighting a battle that she will never make it out of intact.

Her mother straightens up and slams her hands into the table. The empty silverware shakes, soup spilling all over the table. Tara flinches violently at the action but still stays rooted in her seat. She has nowhere else to go. Her mother will always find her anyway.

“You ungrateful little shit. How dare you call me a liar in the home that I pay for, the food that I fund? I should wipe that smug look off your useless little face,” she hisses, leaning across the table.

Standing up quickly, Tara shouts. Nobody else was going to save her, much less hear her. She might as well be loud.

“You mean the food I fund and the bills I pay for? You don’t touch a goddamn thing. You haven’t for years. I don’t know why I ever expect you to. Ever since S-I mean, she left, you’ve barely been here!” she yells, shaking like a leaf.

Baring her teeth, her mother retorts back. “Maybe I would be here more if you were worth my time. I’m the one who birthed you and gave you life. You should be thankful!”

Tara curled her lip in disgust. “The only thing I’m thankful for is you leaving your mess all over town; at least then I don’t have to clean up after your sorry drunken ass constantly,” she retorts.

Christina Carpenter stands up, towering over Tara, and instead of reaching out to imprint pain onto her daughter’s skin, she grabs the tablecloth and pulls. Ceramic and glass dishes shatter onto the floor, soup and water spilling following suit. For a moment, the only sound in the Carpenter house was broken history. Tara watches as her gifted bowl shatters into pieces, and Sam’s favorite mug cracks into two.

And she can’t do a damn thing about it.

Her mother smiles smugly at the mess, tossing her spoon onto the cracked glass. Tara flinches at the noise of yet another piece of her home being thrown onto the ground, and her mother smiles wider.

“There. Now you have a nice big mess of mine to clean up. At least now you have some purpose in this home, as ever since Sam left, I never saw use for you anyways.”

With that, her mother slips out of the house, the house shaking with the slammed door that signified her departure.

Tara stared at the mess for a while, wondering if it was worth cleaning up anymore. It’s not like it was the last time she would have to tidy up after Christina. All her mother left Tara was destruction and pain, things that Tara couldn’t do much with except clean up and move on.

So she gets on her knees, letting shards of glass embed themselves in her skin. The blood would mix with the soup and tears around her, anyway. What was one more thing to clean?

All she had was time, anyway. Time and lies.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #whumptober 2023 #scream vi #stranded #fuck christina carpenter club #ao3 author

[thedawningofthehour]

In tandem with my ramblings about doth being an actual separated au instead of a 'Donnie thinks it's a separated au' au and some conversation with @dryad-druid about that and Big Mama being an actual mama-yeah, I think I've thought up a pretty cool au idea.

(this is long. you will regret this)

So the classic Donnie gets separated from his brothers, Lou takes the other kids in the divorce and Draxum gets left with Donnie, but unlike other separated aus, Lou very clearly sees Draxum save him from the flames. But Lou's hurt, choking on smoke, holding three babies and Draxum is holding his baby and OH YEAH HE'S LITERALLY IN THE PROCESS OF MUTATING. Lou has to flee for the safety of his other kids.

But he fought Draxum and took the turtles for a reason, and every moment he spends with his three babies just renews his conviction. He can't let Draxum keep even one of the turtles, and he will not leave his child to the mercy of that monster.

He needs to return to reclaim his last baby...but he barely got out alive the first time. Not only that, but he has three little lives that depend on him now. Even if he was successful, they couldn't be left alone for long. And he cannot fail. He can't leave his purple baby with Draxum, and he can't leave his other children alone.

So he returns to the Battle Nexus. He tells Big Mama he'll stay, he'll do whatever she wants him to do, provided two things: she provides for his children, feed them and educate them and keep them safe from anyone who might try to harm them or use them for their own ends, including herself. And second, help him reclaim his child from Draxum.

Big Mama is ecstatic. She has Lou back right where she wants him, his boys are just the most adorable turtles she's ever seen, and she really doesn't like Draxum anyway. They get married, she gets the boys birth certificates or whatever and sets them up in luxury accommodations, and hires mercenaries to capture Baron Draxum and his remaining creation and bring them to her-unharmed, she stresses. The baby must be kept safe, at all costs.

Meanwhile, Draxum just watched his entire life's work go up in flames as he was violently divorced by the guy he sort of-totally had a crush on, who was also the father of his kids and kidnapped 3/4's of them, and is now left with whatever meager possessions survived the blaze, his gargoyles, and a single turtle.

And yes, this turtle fusses constantly and keeps pulling his hair and doesn't let him sleep for more than two hours at a time, but...he, weirdly, really enjoys it. Yes, he's exhausted and hungry and hasn't been able to take a leisurely poop in a week because the second he sits down someone starts to cry, but when he stares up at Draxum with those big eyes while he takes a bottle, when he refuses to settle down and fall asleep until he's in Draxum's arms, he just...can't help it. He's completely taken with this kid. He'd do anything for him. He's all that Draxum has left.

So when the bounty hunters come looking for him, intending to take his son away, Draxum runs.

Homeless, penniless, not daring to use even his name, Draxum goes into hiding with only what he can carry on his back and the baby in his arms. He unfortunately has to get rid of the gargoyles-he won't be able to pay them and they're too stupid to keep anything a secret, plus they sucked as nannies. So they go back to the gargoyle agency, and Draxum goes off into the night.

Hiding in the Hidden City proves difficult, considering there's only so many goat Yokai, and Big Mama's goons are nothing if not thorough. I thought maybe he could live in some fantasy-esque cottage out in the middle of the mushroom forest or something, and maybe he does for the first few years, but as Galois grows so do his needs, and he becomes increasingly harder to keep hidden. So Draxum retreats to the only place left he has a prayer of disappearing into-NYC.

Life on the surface is hard and forces Draxum to deal with-shudders-humans, but he soon finds himself benefitting from their kindness. A coat draped over his shoulders when the temperatures start to dip, leftovers from a restaurant worker who is supposed to throw them away but puts it all in a to-go box instead. He likes to think of it as fate, choosing the alleyway right outside their apartment the night before he was stumbled upon, but after the shock had worn off the couple was eager to help him, and neither they nor their daughter April treated his son any differently.

The O'Neils help Draxum get a settled in a recently vacated apartment in their building and things begin looking up. Galois and April become attached at the hip almost immediately, and though neither of them completely understand why Gale has to stay hidden, they listen to the adults. Draxum can pass for human even without his cloaking brooch, so he gets a part-time job in the evenings to at least cover some of what the O'Neils are doing for him. April goes to his apartment when she gets done with school and he watches her until her own parents get home, and the O'Neils watch Galois while his father is at work.

It's not perfect, but they have so many more opportunities on the surface. April struggles in school so Draxum offers to homeschool her alongside Galois, and her parents agree to do that for at least her elementary years. When April is twelve and Galois is ten, Draxum gives him his own cloaking brooch so he can attend middle school with her. It comes with a long lecture on how he can't let anyone know his secret, that Draxum was asking a lot from the both of them, but he felt like they were mature enough to understand how important it was.

So they go to school, then come home and learns alchemy and Yokai history from Draxum, Galois sets his curtains on fire multiple times performing experiments in his bedroom, and always seems to be learning a new subject from Youtube tutorials. Draxum gets a day job as a lunch lady and starts thinking about getting a human degree, so he can go back to doing science things or practicing medicine. Two decades ago he would have recoiled in horror if someone showed him his future, but he finds himself...weirdly content.

MEANWHILE. The rest of the boys grow up in a life of luxury, tailored clothing and endless servants and world-class tutors. Lou settles himself into being Big Mama's part-time champion and full-time trophy husband. True to his word, he does whatever Big Mama asks of him, so long as it doesn't compromise his sons. He fights, he smiles and poses for the press, he sleeps in her bed when she wants him and makes himself scarce when she doesn't. And he does what he can to ensure his boys don't get too spoiled. Taking care of them is the only thing in his life that makes him happy now.

But the deal he made with Big Mama chafes him at every turn. She said she'd never force his children to fight, but when Raphael begs her to put him in some of the smaller, no-kill fights...well, that certainly wasn't against the terms of their contract, and how could she ever say no to one of her turtley-boos?! Leonardo is clever, far cleverer than any of his nannies or tutors, with a skill in manipulation that would put most car salesmen to shame. Not to mention he's definitely the most handsome of his sons, with his bold markings and charismatic personality. Big Mama delights in parading him around, using him as arm-candy when Lou isn't available. And worst of all, she's taken to teaching him business at her side. She fixates on Michelangelo as well, but Lou can't really find anything to object to when she hangs up his artwork and brags to her dinner guests about their meal being planned and cooked by one of her sons. Still, he keeps his last baby close, so she'll have all the more trouble finding something to exploit in him.

All the while, he can't bring himself to truly be angry with Big Mama. She took him back, kept him and his boys safe when they needed it. She's his children's mother, they love her, look at all she provides them. He was the one that left those loopholes in, he was the one who failed his sons. He was the one who left one of them behind. He can't be angry with her, no.

But he knows who he can be angry with.

So that's how he passes the years. Watching his wife exploit the children she claims to love, reading report after report of every failed mission to locate Draxum and his missing child, taking his fury out on every mercenary that returns without them. He thinks about his last baby, what hell their life must be. How they must feel, knowing their father left them with a monster. He thinks about Draxum, the source of all his misery, who has eluded him and kept his child captive for thirteen long years. Lou waits. He plans. While inside him, a simmering hatred plants its roots deeper and deeper, and slowly begins to boil.

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Where are your wings Iruma-Kun

Chapter 2: Why aren't they eating me?

“T-they…now know I’m human.” Iruma mentally screams to himself. Iruma waited but nothing happen. “They might still be in shock for seeing such a rare delicacy, it’s a matter of time before they eat me.” Iruma thinks to himself, trying to find reasons why his teachers weren’t attacking him. Iruma was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn’t even notice when another demon enter the room.

“Balam! Why are 2 of my students whining to me that you abducted,-” A familiar grumpy voice cut himself off when he saw the scene. Robin had Iruma’s shirt pulled up which reveal the awful condition of the boy’s back. Scars litter the boy’s body, old and new ones alike. Some were bite marks, some were craw marks, and some were varied in size and color. But the scar that haunted and angered the teachers the most was the longest jaggy-looking line that was located right in the middle of Iruma’s small back. Where his wings or at least wing roots were supposed to be, there was a large dark pink scar edge to his body that looked to be years old.

Being the torture art teacher in Babyls, Marbas can identify and have a better idea of what Iruma's upbringing was like. The methods of torture that were performed on the boy are awful even by Marbas’s standards, someone who performs torture as a full-time career. Marbas’s torture methods are for education purposes only, but it’s obvious that Iruma had experienced the most painful and illegal form of torture known to demon kind. Someone had Grounded him, meaning that a demon’s wings will never grow back. This is too much, how could anyone do this to a child, not just any child but the most considerate, innocent, sweetest, and selfless child that they had the pleasure of teaching. Children are considered treasures in the Netherworld, to think someone harming one to this extent is completely unforgivable.

All of the teachers who were currently present only had one thought race through their minds. “What kind of evil monster could have done this? Who had Grounded this child!” All of the teachers mentally scream in their heads. Iruma manage to calm down his breathing, realizing that his teachers weren’t going to eat him, for now. “I could of kill him, I almost murdered one of my own students ” Kalego mumbled to himself, remembering what he did to Iruma during the Flying exam. How could he, a teacher of Babyls, could be so wreckless?

Iruma finally escape Balam’s grip before putting on his uniform jacket that Robin subconsciously dropped onto the floor. Iruma then walked by his homeroom teacher. “Hi Kalego-sensei, nice seeing you here.” Iruma greeted the purple-haired demon nervously. Which got all of the teachers snapped out of their stung daze. Iruma then looked at his empty wrist in an exaggerated motion.

“Look at the time, I’m going to be late for Alice, Clara, and my study session,” Iruma said with his head lowered down as he try to make his way to the exit. Kalego and the other teachers couldn’t let the boy leave their custody until he at least had answered all of their questions. “Iruma, come here,” Kalego commanded softly in order not to frighten the boy.

But for the first time that all of his teachers had ever witnessed, Iruma didn’t obey, he only fasten his pace slightly. Kalego quickly walked and reach his hand out for Iruma’s shoulder in order to stop the small boy from taking another step. Unfortunately, that was the worst way to stop the boy because when Iruma’s father grabbed his son by the shoulder, that meant Iruma is going to get his usual beating. “I’m sorry, don’t hurt me, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good. Just don't hurt me, Dad.” Suppress memories of his father’s beating started to flood back to Iruma, forgetting that all of his teachers were there to witness his breakdown.

“Kalego let go of him, he’s having a PTSD episode,” Buer stated as he and the other teacher surrounded him, thinking that their presence could calm the boy by letting him know that he wasn’t alone. If only they knew the real reason that Iruma was in such a distressed state. They were surrounding him as a pack of wolfs. Since Iruma had spent most of his young life in the woods, he knows what it’s like to be surrounded like prey. “Oh my god, they really are going to eat me.” Those were the only thoughts that were running through Iruma’s head as his breaths become harder and faster. Iruma then clenches his chest in pain as he falls onto the floor. “Calm down Iruma,” Kalego said before kneeling down to his student’s eye level. “He’s hyperventilating. Balam, please take Iruma to the nurse's office quickly,” Buer ordered before Balam gently picked up the hyperventilating boy. “Should I contact the chair demon?” Robin asked, already preparing his phone to make the call. “Grandpa,” those were Iruma’s last words he could mumble before going unconscious.

“No, we don’t know who cause all of Iruma’s pain, for all we know it can be that crazy old coop or his insane cat servant. Until we know Iruma's so-called guardians are safe, no one is telling them what just transpired.” Kalego declare as he and the other teachers made their way to the nurse’s office.

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Summary:

What if Naberius Kalego had fallen in love with a human from the Suzuki family? But when his lover summon him after half a year had passed since their last encounter. She had blood all over her body when she handed Kalego his son, before dying due to childbirth. Now Naberius Kalego must raise and protect baby Iruma who inherited too much of his human mother’s traits rather than his demonic father’s traits.

Title: Balam x Pregnant reader Summary:

You and Balam Shichiro had only been married for about a month when you find out you were pregnant. Knowing full well that your husband’s skinship would multiply by 100 if he knew you were carrying his child. So that's why you try to keep the news about your condition long as you could, but a drunk Professor Blushenko had ruined your plans. Your husband, the man that is known for loving all living creatures, is now obsessed with your growing body.

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