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imdoingaokay · 5 months

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Romanced!DAI Companions and Advisors (+ Platonic!Vivienne) when The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold late

(A/N: Heyyyy guys... I've missed you :) This past few months have been awful for me... but I'm back... teeheehee

I think this is gonna be really niche so I feel a need to explain what I was thinking??? Basically, The Inquisitor has been on a mission for a while now and they're returning extremely late at night.

Apologies for the inaccurate lore stuff, I don't think hours exist in Dragon Age because they don't have clocks? Or they do??? I dunno man I got a final tomorrow and I don't know if I'm gonna pass

Just know that the whole reason I got inspired for this was because it was late and I was imagining Vivienne watching The Inquisitor come back and her wrapping her robe around her waist like a mom watching their grown child come home from a rave or something

Once again, no beta we die like men

And happy late dragon age day, love y'all)

TW: Mentions of death

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Unable to sleep. He’s waiting, whittling at the griffon he keeps. He doesn’t want to sleep anways, who will greet his lover? The wind? No. He’ll stay up, just for a few minutes longer, he tells himself… But soon he finds himself whittling into the early hours of the morning. That’s when there’s a stir of the guards, the whispers, and alerts are quiet, as to not wake up the many souls sleeping, but the message is clear.

His love has returned. And he will wait by the gate, a grin on his face and sleepiness in his eyes. He greedily hopes his lover may wish to sleep a few hours before the rest of Skyhold truly awakens.

Cassandra: She’s in bed, but not sleeping, reading a book. She’s trying to sleep, but her anxieties are getting to her. Somehow, ever since she got the letter saying that her love was returning, she fears even more. Her mind is plagued with images of an assassinated Inquisitor on the way back to her. Maker! Why didn’t that fool just bring her?

Just as she scoffs, she hears something of a commotion outside. She prays for a moment, the news is good, and she throws on her armor, knowing better than to leave her room without it, and rushes to the gate. This is where her fears are put to rest as she greets her lover, a relieved smile on her face. And it is with this her sleepiness finally settles in. after a quick word, she urges her lover to rest, with or without her. All that matters that they returned.

Cullen Rutherford: He hasn’t slept since his lover left. A few moments where he stares off into space, drifting off before yanking himself back into consciousness. So it feels normal for him as he scribbles away the missives on his desk, being sure to double check each one so he didn’t accidentally write something foolish in his sleep deprived state. Somehow, in this half-dead state of his, he can hear the murmuring of guards outside of his door, and one enters.

The guard has been ordered to inform Cullen of when they see The Inquisitor, so when they enter, Cullen knows what it’s for. And somehow, the sleepiness Cullen once had disappears, replaced with a drive he always feels when his lover returns. He rushes down the battlement steps, sure to not seem too desperate to his men. And in his excitement, he quickly meets his lover halfway on the bridge. They may be on their horse, but Cullen will happily walk back with them, looking up at them like they hold his whole world in their hands. When his lover gets off their horse, however, that is when he embraces them, a chaste kiss pressed to their cheek. This is when he finally asks them to rest with him, as his exhaustion is coming to bite him in the ass.

Dorian Pavus: Dorian has lied to himself multiple times throughout the night. He lied to himself claiming he didn’t care if he was asleep when his amatus returned from their very dangerous mission. So he lays in his bed for hours, trying to sleep. And when he can’t? He lies to himself, coming up with some excuse as to why his mind will not rest. So he waits in the library, sipping a glass of wine while attempting to read nonchalantly. Of course, he seemingly can’t. So he decides to wait on the battlements, claiming he must need some fresh air. Even though he despises how cold it is that night.

But, somehow, without meaning to, he notices the small group of people making their way across the bridge. And, without a reason at all, a huge weight is lifted off of Dorian’s shoulders.

He lets out a sigh and returns to the warmth of the library, happy to wait for his lover to come to him. And when he does, only then does Dorian finally agree to go to sleep.

Iron Bull: Doesn’t sleep, but this is because he knew his lover was coming back tonight. So he waits patiently in the tavern, a ear out and ready, waiting for murmurs of The Inquisitor’s return. And when he does hear, he happily shoots up from his chair and makes his way to the gate, happy to greet his lover.

Bull was only slightly worried to be away from his lover, he knew they could handle their mission without him, but still, who knows what could happen? But the news that The Inquisitor was coming back? That was enough to settle his nerves. But seeing… and feeling his lover in his arms? That is what truly relaxes him.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine is the only one who is asleep, she was corralled to his bedroom by Leliana, who told Josephine that she would wake her up when The Inquisitor returned. True to her word, Leliana gently shook awake a sleepy Josephine who, wrapped in a robe, quickly made her way to the empty Great Hall. She situated herself onto Vivienne’s balcony. She happily watched her lover pass the gates a promptly made their way to her, greeting her with a gentle kiss, which Leliana thankfully turned away from. Afterwards she’s happy to lead her lover to bed, as the second the pair’s heads hit the pillow, the pass effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.

Sera: Sera’s mindlessly making arrows, her door is locked, as she grew tired of Cole trying to make his way into the room to encourage Sera to talk about her anxieties surrounding her Inky leaving without her. She doesn’t even know her lover has returned until she hears the door jiggle a bit before her lover’s voice calls, “Sera, I saw the light was on, are you awake?”

This is when Sera happily throws the door open and grabs her Inky and drags them inside her room, into her arms. The two were eventually found the next morning by a messenger, who reported The Inquisitor and Sera were fast asleep in a pile of various blankets and pillows.

Solas: Solas isn’t sleeping much either, somehow he can’t take his mind off of his vhenan. He completely understand why his lover would take another person on their adventure, potentially a different mage than him. But he worries when they’re away! And there’s not much to do in Skyhold when The Inquisitor is gone. Most servants and nobles steer clear from him. He busies himself painting the various frescos in the atrium. He’s just taken a break and decided to walk along the battlements, and that’s of course, when he sees his beloved. He’s happy to walk down the stairs of the battlements and meet his lover at the gate, awaiting them with open arms. He happily leads them away, whether to their bed in their room, where Solas will leave them to rest. Or if they prefer, they can spend a bit of time in the atrium alone, Solas would be happy to hear the stories of his vhenan’s journey.

Varric Tethras: Varric is rotating between the tavern and The Great Hall. Ever since he first got the letter from his lover, happily informing him of their return, he’s only been more nervous. Like Cassandra, he fears the image of a truly tragic hero, beaten down on the way back to the arms of their lover.

He thinks he’s been writing too much tragedy when he firsts gets that mental image

Nevertheless, he pushes through the night.

Eventually, he’s sitting at his usual spot near the fire, unhappily grumbling to himself, sounding like a real dwarf. His mind is racing, and he can’t seem to get the thoughts to stop. So, for one last time that evening, he walks out of the hall, preparing to return to the tavern for a drink and a song from Maryden. That’s when he sees his beloved standing by the gate, quietly talking with a solider who leads their horse away. They’ve returned and they’re safe, that’s all he needed to know.

When The Inquisitor finally catches a glimpse of their lover, all they see is a bright grin spread across his face.

Varric is happy to go along with whatever The Inquisitor wants, bed, a drink, a tale by the fire, he’s just relieved they’ve returned.

Vivienne: Vivienne lies to herself. The day that she hears The Inquisitor will be returning that evening, she nods and nonchalantly walks away. Yet she finds herself constantly checking the gate everytime there is movement in that direction. She has no idea why, however. Her friend, whom she doesn’t really call friend, is taking an awful long amount of time to just get back to Skyhold.

She justifies her musings on The Inquisitor’s safety as rationally as she can. If The Inquisitor dies, Thedas will be lost. If The Inquisitor dies, her position in court may affected. If The Inquisitor dies, she will be sad-

That is what gives her pause. She straightens her back, hands quickly going to her face as if to smooth out her frown that was previously there, and then she turns on her heel and returns to her sofa. She attempts to swallow down her fear the entire day, but as the night swiftly covers Skyhold, she finds herself unable to sleep. The moons is high in the sky when she emerges from her room, robe tightly wrapped around her. She is sure not a single soul will see her in such a… vulnerable state. She quickly makes her way to the balcony again, and stays there for what feels like an entire age. But just as she gets ready to sigh and return to a sleepless night in her bed, she hears a disturbance coming from the gate. That is where she sees The Inquisitor, alive and perhaps wrapped in the arms of lover. And with a sigh of… relief? She quietly returns to her chambers. Never speaking of this again.

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Fellow Bioware fans, specifically for Dragon Age Inquisition- Hear me out on this idea ive had

So what if Bioware did a DLC for Dragon Age: Inquisition, similar to Mass Effect's Citadel DLC

(And for those who don't know the Citadel DLC, its an...expansion pack? Or something similar that allows the crew of ME3-Mass Effect 3- to have a shore party on the Citadel. It has mini games to play of all kinds, small scenes with our favorite characters, love interest or not, and even a bit of a quest line to follow that is very hilarious and even more exciting, plus a bit more dialogue added to the game I believe)

Anyhow-What if, despite the circumstances, the inner circle of the Inquisition got something similar. Maybe not a whole vacation in itself but still something, y'know? I know Tresspasser may have did something similar but this is just me imaging fun and more comical with the potential chaos of the Inquisition crew.

Imagine this- romance scenes with the love interests like-

Seeing a more playful side of Cullen as we volunteer to help with dog training. Perhaps finally seeing him without a suit and in some casual clothes for once. I can just imagine a scene of him getting tackled by dogs as our inquisitor is laughing their ass off on the side.

Seeing Cassandra get pulled into relaxing for a bit by reading a story together, maybe her indulging in some fun by voicing the dialogues as our inquisitor is the one to act them out more.

Seeing Solas take us through a bit of an art gallery and pointing out his favorite pieces as he explains the meanings behind it. Then deciding at the end of it that he would like to make a peice with us or paint something in our quarters by our asking.

Seeing our favorite mage, Dorian go out on an actual date with his boyfriend and easing his nerves about being public about it. Him waving them off and saying thats hes fine, but obviously melting once he realizes that no one cares that its two men. And not just that- but him being sassy and playful, flirting with his Amatus as they dine together freely.

Piggybacking off the previous one, if your inquisitor is female and bestfriends with him instead, then the two having a nice day out together. Maybe if he isnt romanced to Bull in that playthrough, then helping him get a small date with someone. Maybe he fails a bit, but is able to laugh about it cause it was less terrifying than he thought compared to home. (You can plainly tell how much I adore this man)

Going to see a Jousting match with The Iron Bull. Maybe not as exciting as Dragons but perhaps Bull can read into the body language and tell whos going to loose, and instead of just telling us, he makes it a game that WE have to guess instead. Romanced version- if we win, hes laughing a bit, saying "Thats my Kadan!" (Jfjsjffs)

Blackwall probably can't do a whole lot, considering after his real identity problem, so maybe he makes pulls together a nice dinner instead. (Mostly for romance version) And somewhat saying towards the end, "You may be the Inquisitor, but you're still a lady, and you should be treated as such."

Look, I havent romanced Black wall that often, but boy- from the scene on youtube, the man can sure show his gentleman side.

And the fact that you can romance him as any race? OOO- Just imagine how much more tender that'll feel for a qunari or eleven inquisitor, LIKE-DKDJSOWNAK MAN WANTS HIS LADY TO BE TREATED LIKE THEY DESERVE

Anyhow, im gettin' off subject-

Helping Cole on a task he asked from us. It could be something so simple as flower picking cause he felt a little girl nearby feeling real upset about something and wanted to help.

I know alot of people have different views of Cole, just like any character, and people see him as either the son or little brother depending on how you go about it. So maybe this can go either way. Especially if your character is elven, they can give him tips on which flowers may be more appropriate or safer to leave for the little one.

(Ignore this if you want- My main Inquisitor is an elven chick named Bellatrix and ive always imagine her having a small soft side for Cole, treating him like a little brother in some areas cause he reminds her of her siblings. )

There are so many ways to go about this whole idea, honestly. And while I don't have many ideas for Sera, Josephine, Leliana, Varric, and Vivienne, I would have loved to see scenes with them in playful moments like these. Like Vivienne shopping with the Inquisitor or Sera going on that promise to make cookies with them and it turns into a whole mess but both end up laughing on the floor, flour caked on.

Out of all the Dragon Age games, Inquisition has to be my l, above all, favorite because of the outright love the characters bring to your character. Whether they are a steel on the outside, light hearted qunari, a playful and chaos making elf, or a soft but proud decision making dwarf with a bit of clumsyness. You cant really say that it doesnt matter what or how your character is, but its true how much it does matter cause it brings just another side of possibilities with such a character.

I apologize for my ranting but if you've taken the time to read this, please share your ideas with me cause even though hasn't made something like this for Dragon age, fans surely bring that idea to light in any way they can💜

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #cassandra pentaghast #the iron bull #cullen rutherford #da solas #cole dragon age #blackwall #dragon age games #Dragon Age x inquisitor #dragon age x reader

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dickmedowndc · 2 years

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Masterpost

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fridgemagnethusband · 3 years

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Die Schöne und das Biest

Chapter Seven: Midnight Caller

Me, manically banging my cowbell in your general direction: Give it up for CHAPTER SEVEN!!!!

Significantly less fluffy than last week’s chapter, but maybe this one answers a few lingering questions you might have 👀 (While opening doors to new ones... 👹) ♡ If you haven’t gotten around to checking out the first six chapters, here’s the master list for your reading pleasure!! ♡

Much love to you all, and happy reading ♡♡♡

He looks to the murder of carrion crows roosting in one of the many barren trees and observes the waning moonlight caught in the gentle rise and fall of their ebony plumage. The snow crunches underfoot as he strolls through the sea of stone slabs. Names, dates, and epitaphs alike are lost to the slow, ceaseless march of time. He spots a man waist-deep in earth as his iron shovel bites into the frozen ground, the mound on the side of the sepulcher growing with every heave made over his shoulder. The shadows cast by the sole flickering lantern lick the man’s hollow features, and he turns to face his midnight caller, leaning heavily on his shovel as he tries to catch his breath.

“Good evening,” Heisenberg begins, raising the brim of his hat in salutation, as though they were meeting under perfectly normal circumstances. The grave keeper studies him, carefully eyeing his large hammer.

“Good evening, Lord Heisenberg” he returns, voice breathy with exhaustion.

“Who’s the unlucky fellow?” he asks, gesturing to the half-dug grave as he casually leans against the tool of his own trade.

“Another farmer’s son,” he wipes the beading sweat from his forehead. “Second one this month.”

“Shame they should end up food for the worm,” he sucks his teeth before biting down hard on the end of a cigar, spitting the discarded end off into the night. “But then you’d be out of a job, wouldn’t you?”

The grave keeper nods solemnly in reply.

“And putting these farmer’s sons in the ground,” Heisenberg waves his hand, putting out his match. “It pays well?”

The man thinks to his young daughter - face too gaunt for that of a child - and the ramshackle cottage they call home. He looks up at him with a regretful smile.

Heisenberg offers the man a strong hand, pulling him out of the plot.

“Perhaps you’d like to hear my proposal.”

—

“Heisenberg,” Miranda cuts, voice sharp as she focuses her needlelike gaze on the man. Torn from his thoughts, he tightens his grip on the handle of his upturned hammer which rests against the arm of one of the many overstuffed sofas to be found in Castle Dimitrescu. “I ask that you speak with the Urias brothers again about shortening the Lycan’s leashes. They’ve killed a not-insignificant amount of livestock and villagers in recent months.”

“Is there meant to be a difference between the two?” Alcina quips. The ghastly witches that pass for her offspring only half-suppress their titters from behind her chair, ceasing obediently when she holds a gloved hand up to them. Miranda looks to the woman and her adopted daughters fondly, the corners of her mouth upturned.

“They may breed like rabbits, but we need as many of them alive as possible for sake of our research. Remember this.”

“Yes, Mother Miranda,” Alcina concedes with a saccharine smile. She smugly puffs from her cigarette as Miranda turns her scrutiny back to Heisenberg. He leans back against the divan, resting a boot on his opposite knee as he eyes a lighter on the table across the room. It cuts through the air towards him, landing squarely in his palm. Angie’s delighted squeal peals through the air and her wooden joints clatter as she claps from her place on Donna’s lap. Alcina rolls her eyes.

“Perhaps if Moreau’s experiments proved more successful, there’d be fewer Lycans eating your precious devotees,” he proposes from around his now-lit cigar, the growing crimson glow reflected in his tea shades.

The grotesque man splutters indignantly at Heisenberg’s suggestion, turning his face up to Mother Miranda with wide eyes as she faces him.

“What is the status of the most recent subjects, Lord Moreau?” Her voice is cool, even, yet he visibly deflates at the question.

“They are not strong enough vessels, Mother. Not like us. Four of them are dead, and one has almost completely transformed into a Lycan. I will need more people from the village to continue,” he confesses, his already-hunched form further retreating in on itself.

“Very well. Take your pick of the less prominent townspeople.” The tightening muscles in her neck are the only betrayal of her otherwise calm demeanor as she turns back to the rest of the lords.

“I did see an interesting specimen the other day, Mother.” He hisses the words, jagged teeth protruding from behind his discolored lips as he sneers at Heisenberg from under his crude bone crown. “I saw her in my territory, at the drowned houses. She looked like she was headed in the direction of Lord Heisenberg’s factory.”

All eyes in the room round on him, and his blood runs cold at the thought of Moreau knowing about you.

Y/N. I should’ve known that creep would be watching.

“Entertaining visitors?” Miranda challenges. Her voice drips with accusation, sound in the knowledge that Moreau is not conniving enough to fabricate lies, let alone present her with one.

“Who would possibly want to visit him?” Alcina posits with a bark of laughter, her daughters’ bloody muzzles splitting as they cackle alongside her. For perhaps the first time in his life, he’s grateful for one of the big bitch’s gibes. Nonetheless, he glares at her over the rim of his glasses, dumping her tableside ashtray into a nearby plant before calling it over with the crook of a finger. It hangs suspended in the air, cleanly catching the ash just as it falls off the end of his cigar.

“Haven’t seen anyone besides the Duke lately,” he starts, feigning disinterest. “I’m sure whoever it was is long since Lycan fodder.” He chuckles, resting an arm along the back of the couch as he holds Miranda’s eye contact.

She gives a short, thoughtful hum in response before launching into her next topic, but Heisenberg knows they’ll be under her microscope, and his mind races like a galloping horse for the second time that day.

How am I meant to protect her?

—

You float to the surface of consciousness, washing ashore on one of the couches in the study with a groan. You work the cramp in your neck with your stiff fingers, thoughts clumsy as you pull yourself into a sitting position when your eyes lock onto the filled coup glasses on the mantel. You recall only the first few cocktails you shared, and little else.

What happened last night?

The wonderfully soft blanket tangled around your lower half practically begs you to stay horizontal, but the incessant pounding of your head demands water immediately. Your stomach lurches as you stand and the subsequent waves of nausea add to your misery. You stumble into the kitchen and drape yourself over the sink to bring a couple of handfuls of cool water to your dry mouth before splashing it on your face and neck.

I don’t remember the last time I was this hungover. Hope I didn’t do anything stupid.

You groan into the tea towel pressed to your damp face. Plodding around the kitchen, you scrape together a quick breakfast of eggs, bread, and tea. While it helps to assuage the queasiness of your stomach, your meal is wanting on account of the absent aromas you had grown so used to. You shuffle up the stairs to the bathroom and run the bath before stripping out of your nightshirt. You hadn’t expected it to take its maiden voyage last night - certainly not in Heisenberg’s presence - but were ultimately grateful you were denied the opportunity to back out of wearing it.

Forget a salary, I’d work just for this, you think, the jagged edges of your headache already beginning to soften as you sink into the scalding bath. The steam cocoons you, promising you a sobering transformation before the water cools.

I wonder what papa would think of my working here. Would he have liked Heisenberg? You grin, easily picturing him crossing his arms in uncertainty as he sizes the other man up as though he weren’t a Lord. He’d never have allowed it, you think, rolling your eyes as you absentmindedly scrub your skin with a washrag. But if he knew my salary could get us out of the village and out into the world… You don’t finish the thought, letting it drift away to mingle with the iridescent soap bubbles that dance on the surface of the water.

He may not have been able to relocate the two of you, but he had always done his best to make you feel like you were somewhere else when the two of you were together. You think back fondly to the first time you remember receiving a gift from him, something you were not familiar with as a consequence of being so poor for so long.

He had come home with what looked like a whole cart of food after months of eating thin, flavorless soups. You handle each paper-wrapped package he places in your tiny hands with the utmost care, and when the two of you finish bringing everything inside, he holds a finger out to you, bidding you wait while he turns to rummage through his bag. He presents you with a ribbon-dressed box, urging you to open it when you aren’t entirely sure what to do with it.

Your little feet pound an excited rhythm into the creaky floor as you excavate a new dress and book from underneath the mounds of tissue paper, realizing they were for you. He presents you with another box which you open together, and little layered sponge cakes peer up at you from beneath their powdered sugar coatings. The two of you gobble down one sticky-sweet square after another until you’re ready to burst at the seams, laughing all the while at the absurdity of having dessert for dinner.

He builds a big fire in the hearth that night and brushes your hair as you proudly read your new book aloud to him, stopping only to ask how the occasional word was pronounced.

“What can I do, Prince, to make you happy’ said Beauty. ‘Only be grateful,’ he answered, ‘and do not trust too much to your eyes. Above all, do not desert me until you have saved me from my cruel—", you pause, holding the book up to him.

“And this one, papa?”

“Misery.”

“Until you have saved me from my cruel misery,” you finish.

You lean back against your father’s knees and he grabs your face on either side before you can continue the story. He squishes your little cheeks together between his hands and you look up at him, giggling at his upside-down face.

“Things are going to be different, sweet girl” he vows, eyes watery as he smiles down at you in earnest.

A wistful smile plays on your lips and you release the memory with a sigh, pulling the plug from the tub. You watch the dregs of your hangover rinse down the drain and you finish drying off, tugging on one of your old dresses before heading for the factory doors. You throw on your cloak and shove your full body weight into the door, cracking it open just enough to slip through. The churning clouds in the distance promised you a vengeful storm later in the day, but for now, they bring only the soft patter of a light drizzle as you head for the stable block.

No such thing as a day off with animals.

As you approach the yard, the blurred silhouettes of your horse and chickens come into focus. The surrounding trees rustle in the autumn wind, their foliage growing bolder in color with each passing day. You come to a stop at the fence, grabbing the egg-filled basket hanging from one of the posts. You snort lightly at the thought of Heisenberg collecting them before leaving for his meeting this morning when you spot a folded note tucked among the eggs. You unfold it, laughing at the scrawling text that follows.

I find the best hangover cure is a strong cup of coffee and a solemn vow to never drink again — at least until next time.

You tuck his little message into a pocket, not wanting to lose it.

Today really is mine.

—

Heisenberg feels countless pairs of eyes following his traversal through the Forbidden Woods and the battered ruins of the old fort the beasts called home, but continues to stroll through them as nonchalantly as though he were headed to picnic. He reaches the top of the ruins and pulls the levers to the locked gate with a passing thought, allowing himself entry to the stronghold. The Lycans on either side of the door lower their gazes and crouch slightly at the sight of him. He pays them little mind, pushing on into the pillar-filled chamber most often occupied by the brothers. They stand in wait, as though they were expecting his arrival.

“Gentlemen,” he greets. Despite their savage appearances, they bow their heads out of respect for the man. Before they had been on the receiving end of Miranda’s experiments, they were well-regarded within the village community. However, they too had been infected with the mold she had carefully extracted from the Black God in hopes that either would make a suitable vessel for her long-dead daughter. Like countless others, they had been rejected by the Cadou, and as a consequence, were twisted into a shape stuck halfway between man and beast. But the pair had grown larger and stronger than any Lycan before or after them, and as such, served as chieftains to their fellow failed test subjects.

Wild, bristling manes sprout from their contorted faces, lending them a monstrous visage not known to any of the others. The younger of the two, Urias̩, wields a massive, blood-stained war hammer, which looked as though it had seen recent carnage. The older, stronger brother, Urias̩ Străjer, was further mutated than his kin. Tendrils protruded from his back, whipping through the air as if caught in an unseen wind. He carried an enormous mace that rivaled Urias̩’ weapon and wore a mask resembling a wolf’s head which covered the top half of his face. Heisenberg did not care to see what lay underneath.

Lycans had begun congregating around the trio, eager to listen in on the conversation that was bound to take place. It was not often the man imposed on their territory, but each of his visits brought with them a new scheme and the guarantee that they would be well fed for their efforts should they partake. Their guttural snorts and snarls echo throughout the cavernous room, and the group works itself into to a collective uproar as they wait impatiently to hear what task Heisenberg would ask of them this time. Spittle flies from Urias̩’ teeth as he bellows, demanding their silence.

“Boys,” Heisenberg starts, unfazed by the shows of aggression. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

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Chapter Eight, Part One

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dismal-alien-darling · 3 years

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Pearl

Alcina Dimitrescu x (established) female mermaid reader

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Summary: Heisenberg has a sea faring gift for Lady Dimitrescu.

Warnings/tags: backstory, being captured, wholesome family vacation, established mermaid, love at first sight type beat, i also *didn’t* take a scene right out of a certain 1984 mermaid movie either, nudity, language

A/n: Mermaid lore: you have legs when you’re out of the water, you’re also naked when you step out of the water, one drop of water gives you your tail back, your scales are connected from your tail breaking off in a V shape to cover your breasts, you have some scales on your forehead, hands, arms (they vanish when you’re out of the water as well)

PS: If this does well I’ll do a follow up where you take Alcina into the cove for some alone time ;)

t/c= your mermaid tail color

*Backstory*

“Alcina! Open up...c’mon! I have a present for you!” Heisenberg said as he banged on the castle doors. You continued to beat on the glass of your tank that was being pulled on the back of a cart. Even if you did manage to break the glass what could you do? Your human legs weren’t very strong so you would maybe make it down to the main gates, if that. You had been peacefully swimming through the village canal to get back to the ocean when you had been caught in the toughest net you had ever encountered. You had a knife tied around your waist at all times for occasions such as this, but this time it did no good. You had been pulled onto a boat where a very tall, scruffy man with circular sunglasses had peered at you through the net. “Oh huh ho! I know exactly what I’m going to do with you,” he had mused. You had then been tossed into the tank you were now in and pulled up a rough mountain path to this giant castle. You recollections were broken by the front doors swinging open. You jolted to the back corner of your tank, hiding behind your hair. Strangely your fear somewhat subsided when you saw the extremely tall, not to mention, breathtaking, women emerging from the castle. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that she wasn’t human...a vampire perhaps?

“What do you want Heisenberg!?” she had barked, her voice was so silky even though it was saturated with annoyance.

“TA-DA!” Eh? Waddaya think?” Heisenberg said as he waved jazz hands at your tank.

“Oh...oh my,” the woman had gasped brining a hand up to her chest in shock.

“Wow! I’ve rendered my bratty sister speechless...never thought I would see the day,” the man named Heisenberg practically sang. The woman had then came up next to your tank, bending down so she could gaze at you. Again, against your every instinct, you pushed your hair out of the way, and swam from the corner where you had been cowering to where the lady’s face was. Her eyes were a golden yellow color, her skin pale as a moonlit shore, her lips a deep red, her hair as black as the ocean at night and you were entranced. As you stared at her she stared back, you flicked your t/c tail causing a flash of color across the woman’s face.

“Heisenberg ,I-I simply don’t know what to say,” the woman had stated, “her tail is such a gorgeous color, her eyes, her hair...” the women had stopped a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. She stood up clearing her throat.

“WHAT HO?! Is my sister smitten with her new mermaid pet?” Heisenberg teased causing the women to glower at him. That was a terrifying sight you had to admit.

“N-no! Of course I’m in awe, she’s a mermaid for crying out loud, it’s not like everyone has one in their home,” the woman defended and your heart sank a little. “Besides, the girls with simple adore her.”

“Ssoooo, do you want me to take her to the lake or what?” Heisenberg asked taking the reigns of the horses pulling the cart.

“Not right at this moment. I want my girls to see her first, I’m sure she will hide the moment she’s put in our lake,” the women said and you could have sworn you saw a disappointed expression flash over her face. “BELA, DANIELA, CAASSANDRAAA, COME NOW!” A moment passed before a large swarm of insects appeared startling you back into your corner. Out of this swarm three girls appeared. “Daughters, look at what your uncle has brought us,” the woman said as they turned to look at you. Now, their faces frightened you. The three girls let out screeches as the rushed over pressing their faces into the glass.

“I can’t get a good look at her mother!”

“It’s because your ugly mug is scaring her!”

“Shut up you both are scaring her!” The girls continued to argue as your curled up into an even tighter ball your t/c tail glistening in the sunlight.

“Ooohhh her tail is so so pretty...I wish we could see that face!”

“GIRLS ENOUGH!” the woman boomed causing the girls to silence themselves immediately. “Since she will be living in our lake I’m sure...eventually, you will all get to see her face,” the women sighed. The girls obeyed, backing away from the tank. “Thank you Karl, this was a most generous gift....let’s take her to the lake now. Girls, go back to what you were doing, I don’t want her frightened anymore,” she finished glancing your way as you cautiously peeked from behind your hair. The girls swarmed away looking very unhappy.

Before Heisenberg tugged on the reigns, the woman lifted the top off of the tank placing it upright in the cart. Heisenberg clicked his tongue and the horses began walking. The woman walked in tandum with your tank, glancing down every step or two. After a few moments, you swam out of your corner breaking the surface of the water resting your arms on the side of the tank looking up at your new...owner? Master? Ugh! You were excited at the prospect of being around this absolute goddess but you absolutely loathed the idea of being someone’s property even if it was hers. The woman’s face softened when you looked up at her and you couldn’t help but blush.

“I do apologize for my daughters, they can be a little...enthusiastic,” the woman said wringing her hands together. You nodded in response, not quite ready to speak yet. “I assure you that you won’t be treated as my property. Think of yourself as...a well...a...um,” the women thought but it was obvious she couldn’t think of anything other than “property” or “pet”.

“Look, I know what this may seem like, and what I’m trying to say is that you won’t be hurt or made to feel frightened, you’ll be so cared for and wait until you see the size of our lake. It’s so very deep as well,” the woman struggled again. You did find it endearing how she was trying to appease you and show you some kind of respect which you appreciated. You still didn’t like the prospect of belonging to someone and even less, never tasting ocean water again. “Whatever you need, it shall be given to you, just say the word,” the woman continued seeing the unchanging expression on your face.

“For fuck’s sake Alcina, I didn’t bring her to you so you could freak out about whether she likes you or not,” Heisenberg sneered.

“Shut up Karl!” the woman, who was named Alcina, snapped startling you causing you to dive back into your tank. As magnificent as this women was the thought of never being in the ocean again, never seeing your oceanic friends, never riding the waves...broke your heart. You turned away from Alcina, hiding behind your hair again as you started to cry.

The carriage suddenly stopped causing you to turn over. Before you stood a serene lake of shining clear water, lined with the surrounding forest, a low dock extending about twenty feet out onto the lake, an array of colorful pebbles littered what you could see of the bottom as the gentle waves shimmered red in the setting sun. Alcina and Heisenberg removed the back latch of the cart so they could tilt the tank. You rode the rush of water down into your new home. Your t/c tail made several hard propulsions so you were about thirty feet away from them. You remained a foot under the water watching them.

“I’ll leave you to it, any refunds just let me know and I’ll get her out of the lake and back in the ocean,” Heisenberg said as he mounted the cart snapping the reigns. It was just the two of you now. You remained where you were as you watched Alcina. Her eyes were so piercing. She took a few steps until she reached the dock. She walked the length of it until she was kneeling at the edge making her now ten feet from you. She removed one of her black gloves and extended it into the water. You appraised her for a moment before swimming up to her hand, your head breaking the water. You didn’t take her hand but instead looked up at her.

“Look, I know this lake pales in comparison to the ocean, and i-if” her voice cracked, “you want to leave, please let me know, I don’t want to keep such a....magnificent creature against her will, even I’m not that cruel...so just...” Alcina was stopped when you took her large hand in yours. You examined it for a moment, tracing along her fingers bewitched by the sheer size difference. You stopped your motions, looking up at Alcina, still holding onto her hand and you said,

“This lake...it’s beautiful. It’s so clear and unpolluted, I’ve only ever seen water like that where humans are barely present, filthy creatures, ruining the oceans,” you spat. “I’m sure I’ll be happy here, not as happy as I would be in my true home, but I think I can find some happiness here,” you said looking into those golden eyes when you said “happiness.” “Perhaps,” you continued not breaking eye contact with the woman, “if we were to develop trust between the two of us, you could allow me to swim in the ocean from time to time.” Alcina squeezed your hand as her face relaxed a little bit still holding sadness on the edges.

“I think we could manage that....OH! How incredibly rude of me I haven’t even introduced myself to you. I am Alcina Dimitrescu, vampire lord to Mother Miranda.” She explained to you. You were right, she was a vampire. She flipped her hand over so your palms were flush. She took a moment tracing the scales on your hands before asking “And what may I ask is your name?”

“Y/n. No last name, or fancy titles, just y/n,” you said with a shiver as she continued to caress your scales.

“Such a fitting name for a such a beauty,” Lady Dimitrescu whispered. You felt a heat rise in your chest at the compliment. “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your new home now. Unitl then y/n,” Lady Dimitrescu said squeezing your hand one last time before walking back down the dock. She turned and waved at you before you returned the wave flipping backwards as elegantly as you could waving your t/c tail in the last shreds of sunlight. Alcina gasped at the magical sight.

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As your time in the lake progressed Lady Dimitrescu took remarkable care of you. As much as you hated to admit it you were entranced with your lake home. Lady Dimitrescu would visit you almost every day, either sitting on the dock or having her bargeman set her out in a boat. You would lean on the edge of the boat arms folded, head resting on your arms as you two would talk for hours on end getting to know each other. Eventually her daughters would start accompanying here when she would visit you. After a time you grew to adore her wild girls and any fear you had felt for them was now relinquished. One thing the Dimitrescus loved about you was your haunting mermaid voice. They adored listening to you sing. They also loved watching you swim, your t/c tail shimmering as you glided through the water, jumping and leaping out of the water splashing the girls and the lady as you did so. Eventually the girls wanted to learn how to swim seeing as they didn’t know how. You taught them as best as a mermaid could teach someone with legs. They caught on quickly though and soon were swimming with you in the deepest parts of the lake. In return, the girls and Alcina taught you how to better use your human legs and soon enough you were running through the castle with them.

Over time, Lady Dimitrescu and you formed a deep bond, but there was something more just under the surface that neither of you would admit. Until the day Alcina and the girls planned on taking you to the ocean. It was at this point where you, the girls and Lady Dimitrescu knew you wouldn’t try to swim away or escape seeing how deeply attached you were to them and they to you. The Dimitrescu women had grown fiercely protective of you and wanted to make sure no one would try to steal their beloved mermaid from them. The plan was to trek through the village, down the forest path that lead to a beach and therefore the ocean. Since you were very seasoned now with your legs it shouldn’t have been an issue. The five of you walked through the village, you being careful to avoid any kind of water because all it took was one drop. Unfortunately for you a horse and cart carrying barrels of water had an upset splitting you away from Alcina and girls. You had laid there helpless as your t/c tail flapped on the ground of the village square.

“Look, a mermaid !” you heard a man yell and you were immediately surrounded. Those poor fools...forgetting just exactly WHO the mermaid was traveling with. The girls sprang into action scything every single person within ten feet of you.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”

“YOU FUCKED UP TODAY MISTER!”

“HANDS OFF SHE’S OURS!”

The commotion was much too much for you. The apex of the incident happened when one man had grabbed you, lifting you off of the ground. You let out an otherworldly shriek which had alerted Alcina who had then picked up the man ripping him in half with her bare hands. The man’s blood and innards had gushed onto you making everyone who was making a grab for you scatter. Lady Dimitrescu and the girls had quickly whisked you away, rinsing you off in the castle courtyard not wanting to pollute your lake. You had thrashed and cried as the girls washed the filth off of your t/c tail as you wept into Alcina’s neck as she held you tightly. You had lamented that you were never going to feel your ocean’s embrace ever again. Lady Dimitrescu had then taken you down to the lake and two of you sat on the shore, your tail in the water next to her feet. Your raw seafood spread was extra delicious that evening as Alcina had taken her dinner with you.

“Thank you for saving me, the girls too,” you had said swallowing a piece of tuna.

“I hope we didn’t scare you with our methods but we have a reputation to uphold and when that filthy rat grabbed you I just...lost control,” Lady Dimitrescu had said stroking your hair. Lady Dimitrescu fretted afraid she had gone to far, scaring you like she said she never would.

“No no, I thought it was quite remarkable, after the fact,” you let out a laugh. Alcina chuckled.

“Of course my dear y/n, you’re apart of this family now,” Alcina said, looking down at you lifting your chin up so you were looking at her. You placed your scaled hands onto hers kissing her knuckles gently. Alcina swallowed thickly. “And apart of my heart,” she whispered her eyes asking you a question you already had the answer to.

“As you are apart of mine,” you whispered back. “Kiss me...please.” Lady Dimitrescu leaned down, keeping her hand under your chin as you took her face in your hands. And that is how Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters took a mermaid into their family.

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*Present Day*

“Girls, I won’t know what to pack if I don’t know where we could possibly be going,” you sighed looking at your suitcase as the girls giggled. This was the first time since the incident in the village that you were leaving the safety of your lake and the castle.

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise if we told you silly!” Bela had chastised.

“What are the Dimitrescu ladies planning?” you asked amusement dancing in your voice.

“You’ll seeee,” Cassandra chimed in.

“Enough questions now y/n, you’ll see when we get there, and besides if we keep talking to you I know one of us will slip up and then mother will simply kill us,” Daniela finished leading her sisters out of the room. You laughed as you continued to pack for all weather and terrain options.

“All ready ladies!?” Karl had asked as he loaded the last of the luggage onto the cart behind the Dimitrescu carriage. The five of you exited the castle your hand in Alcina’s.

“Hello Karl, good to see you!” you waved as you all piled into the carriage. “I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where exactly we are going?” Heisenberg shook his head in response.

“I hope you’ve finally forgiven me for capturing you and handing you over to my monster of a sister,” Heisenberg laughed looking at you and Alcina, clearly glowing in hopeless love with each other, causing you to laugh and Alcina to snarl.

“I think I can finally forgive you,” you chuckled giving him a peck on his cheek.

“Hot dog! Better watch out sis’ I think she wants me,” Heisenberg teased making you and girls scream with laugher.

“You’re lucky you’re Mother Miranda’s favorite or you would be six feet under by now,” Alcina growled clearly unamused.

“Hey hey, I’m the reason you two love fishies met in the first place,” Heisenberg defended hopping up onto the driver’s seat avoiding a slap from Alcina.

The carriage ride was uneventful as you wondered where you all could possibly be going together. All the carriage curtains were shut tight so as not to give anything away. After some time your nostrils flared and Alcina noticed. Your legs began twitching and you looked up at your beloved. “Are w-we?” you choked tears forming in your eyes. Alcina smiled lovingly at you and so did the girls before Bela pushed the carriage curtains aside and there it was....your ocean. The carriage had left the forest trail that led down to the very secluded and secret Dimitrescu ocean manor (this being a completely different path you had planned on taking the day of the incident.) It was situated on a small hill surrounded by sea grass and sand dunes. There was a pier with a large boat attached to it with the Dimitrescu crest on the bow. You could see a rocky outcropping that more than likely led to a secluded cove. You completely and utterly lost your mind. You screamed and bounced in your seat. You hugged Alcina and the girls tears pouring down your face.

“Is she ok in there?!” Heisenberg called from the driver’s seat.

You were vibrating as the carriage made it’s way down the path that led to the house. You were scratching at the door like a dog desperate to be let outside. The second the carriage stopped moving you exploded from it making a dash to the water. Alcina and the girls followed behind wanting to see your reaction when you first touched the water.

“It’s ok! I got ALL of the bags, don’t worry about me,” grumbled Heisenberg as he began unloading the luggage. You ran at full speed ripping your clothes off not caring who saw you. Your legs hit the water as you dove into the waves. Your tail propelled you until you were a little ways off from the shore. You simply floated as you deeply inhaled the salt water. Your t/c tail gently swayed in the current, your hair floated around you as you watched the sunlight glimmer under the water. You were filled with such a joy that you hadn’t felt since you first kissed Alcina that you bucked your tail lifting you out of the water so high in a perfectly arched breach. Lady Dimitrescu and the girls watched as you splashed in the waves, your tail flipping in and out of the water as you screamed in pure happiness. Their hearts swelled seeing their mermaid so happy.

“Come on my doves. Let’s help your poor uncle and leave y/n to have some time to herself,” Alcina said as she and the girls headed back to the house.

It was late afternoon before you had finally settled your excitement and were just swimming up and down the coastline. You swam into the rocky outcropping where, like you had predicted, there was cove with a hole at the top to let the sunlight and moonlight in. You collected shells and any other treasures you could find for Alcina, the girls and Heisenberg as you swam. The only thing that reeled you back in was the sudden hunger that overcame you and you figured you’d head back.

“Good luck trying to get her out for lunch,” Heisenberg had said as he, Alcina and girls stood on the beach trying to catch a glimpse of your t/c tail so they could all eat lunch.

“Y/n!” Alcina called and as if on cue your head broke the waves. You waved at the party on the beach and they waved back. “Time for lunch!” Alcina announced holding a towel and clean clothes in her hands. You nodded as you dove under the water swimming back to shore. The girls and Heisenberg had already started making their way back to the house when you arrived at the shore. Alcina scooped you up into her arms drying you off and laying kisses all over you. “How’s the water my pearl?” Alcina cooed as your tail was replaced with legs.

“I can’t describe it, oh my ocean, my ho-, it’s all so wonderful Alcina! Thank you! Thank you so much for this!” you fawned kissing her back hoping she didn’t take offense. The ocean was your home, that wasn’t a lie, but your new home was with the Dimitrescus and in your lake which they had name Perla (pearl in Romanian.)

“Of course my pearl, anything you for,” Alcina said her face falling every so slightly. She put you down so you could slip into your clothes.

“I didn’t mean that Alci, what I said earlier. Please don’t be upset but the ocean was my first home but you’re my home now with the girls and my Perla. And as much I as miss it I would miss you even more. I would miss the girls more and even Heisenberg believe it or not.Please-” you were silenced by Alcina kissing you.

“I know draga mea. You didn’t upset me and please don’t hesitate to call the ocean your home because it is. We can come here now as often as you’d like now. It’s secluded and no one would DARE come here. You’re safe here. Our trust remember?” You smiled up at her kissing her again.

“Thank you Alcina, I don’t even know what to say, I-I, I love you so much,” you choked out.

“And I love you too,” Alcina hummed scooping you up in her arms.

The six of you had lunch on the upper balcony the ocean breeze blowing through your hair as you added small shells to it. The girls examined their treasures you had found for them. Alcina had already placed hers on her vanity and Heisenberg kept his in his trusty leather pouch.

“Can I have some shells in my hair?” Bela asked.

“Of course you can my dear,” you smiled.

“Hey I want shells too!” Cassandra and Daniela said.

“You can all have shells in your hair I’ll just have to get more is all,” you chuckled.

After lunch you, Alcina and the girls went swimming with you while a very tired Heisenberg napped in the hammock outside.

They went in as far as Lady Dimitrescu’s chest while the girls held onto her shoulders and arms. You circled around them flicking your tail in and out of the water.

“Can you take us for rides now please y/n? And look for shells?” the girls asked.

“Of course we can!” you said happily taking Cassandra off of Alcina’s arm as she wrapped her arms around your neck so her front was flush to your back. “Deep breath,” you said as you dove under the water. You swam fast as Cassandra clung to you. You knew she was smiling. The girls adored when you would take them for “rides.” Cassandra’s hand tapped your shoulder indicting she needed air. You breached the surface as Cassandra gasped for air.

“See any shells?” you asked as you looked down at the sandy bottom.

“There!” she said pointing. You dove down to where Cassandra’s hand pointed as she reached out and plucked the shell from the bottom. She grabbed a handful of smaller shells that were just the right size to be woven into her and sister’s hair. After you two were done collecting shells you headed back to where Alcina, Bela and Daniela were. Cassandra grabbed back onto her mother and put the shells in a floating wicker basket.

“My turn my turn!” Bela exclaimed jumping onto your back.

“Deep breath,” you told her as you two slipped under the water.

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“I’m hungry mother, when will Bela and y/n be back?” Daniela asked Alcina.

“I’m sure it will be any moment now dearest,” Alcina replied scanning the water for her daughter and lover. Something caught Lady Dimitrescu’s eye causing her brow to furrow. The water was churning but coming towards them?

“What is that mother?” Cassandra asked clutching her mother’s arm a little tighter.

“I don’t kn-,” she was cut off by a grey something leaping out of the water right next to where they stood.

“DOLPHINS!” Cassandra and Daniela squealed. A small pod of dolphins was now swimming, chattering and leaping around them.

“Look sisters! Y/n called them over! Aren’t they amazing?!” Bela called as she and y/n approached her hands filled with shells. Bela took hold of her mother’s shoulder as the four of them watched in wonder as the dolphins danced around them. You joined the dance, flipping and twirling with them. After a few minutes of this you made a chittering call to them as the pod turned in unison making their way down the coast. The girls tried to mimic the call but it just sounded like someone was being murdered. Alcina laughed with her chest. The five of you headed to shore, all eager for dinner to start. You all sat in the full windowed dining room enjoying lovely food, drink and company. The girls were rummaging through their shells picking ones to be tied into their hair.

After dessert you walked down to the beach yet again. As you undid the ties on your dress you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up into Alcina’s eyes.

“Yes my love?” you asked smiling up at her.

“Will you back before bed?” Alcina asked giving you a lewd smile. You laughed motioning for her to come down to your level. You gave a playful kiss.

“Of course my love,” you assured patting her cheek. Alcina sighed her eyes wandering about your face.

“You know, when I first saw you in that tank, I thought you were the most stunning creature I ever laid my eyes one,” Alcina said with such a fondness your heart swelled.

“Oh my dearest love, you have captured my heart since the moment you looked into that tank,” you sighed back as she took you in her arms holding onto you tightly. You captured her lips again before slipping out of your dress and heading to the water.

“As hypnotic as your t/c tail is....I do so love that ass of yours,” Alcina called after you smiling at you lustfully. You glanced over your shoulder dramatically placing your hand over your mouth feigning offense. You blew her a kiss before diving into the waves. Alcina watched as your entrancing tail sparkled in the moonlight before disappearing under the waves.

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ladyorlandodream · 3 years

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Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

1101) Bittersweet Scars (Chapters in progress)

1102) not in my good satantic cul de sac (short story)

1103) How Did You Love? (Chapters in progress)

1104) Sea of Emotions (Chapters in progress)

1105) "and always, there is hunger / i will admit that i do not know if i should hold you or eat you." (Chapters in progress)

1106) The Gifts of Desecration (Chapters in progress)

1107) Vampiric Love (Chapters in progress)

1108) Lady Dimitrescu spanks Jean-Jacques Rousseau (short story)

1109) Some People Say A Man Is Made Outta Mud (Chapters in progress)

1110) Irreplaceable (Chapters in progress)

1111) Give In- A Lady D x Fem Reader Story (Chapters in progress)

1112) We're Going Home (short story)

1113) Look Out the Window (short story)

1114) A Hope in Hell (Chapters in progress)

1115) Shared Depths (Chapters in progress)

1116) 睡美人 (Chapters Completed)

1117) Everything You Never Wanted (Chapters in progress)

1118) Part Two: The Chase (short story)

1119) In Your Light (short story)

1120) the lady's hound (Chapters in progress)

1121) My crazy family (Chapters Completed)

1122) Within these walls our fates shall intertwine (Chapters in progress)

1123) I Dreamt of Yellow Flowers (Chapters in progress)

1124) white scars (Chapters in progress)

1125) Craving (Chapters in progress)

1126) Your walls are blizzards, but your center is a garden. (Chapters in progress)

1127) I'll take you anywhere you need to go (short story)

1128) Welcome to the Family, Boy (short story)

1129) Red Tainted Thorns (Chapters in progress)

1130) Ain’t So Tough (short story)

1131) You Pushed Yourself Too Far, Cassandra (short story)

1132) Tentalinigus (short story)

1133) A Pretentious Journey (Chapters in progress)

1134) Ask me to leave (Chapters in progress)

1135) Sanguis Virginis (Chapters in progress)

1136) Through fated stars (Chapters in progress)

1137) Bela and the maiden (Chapters Completed)

1138) maiden's virtue (Chapters in progress)

1139) The Tragedy of Salvatore Moreau (Chapters in progress)

1140) Looking Through (short story)

1141) Part of the Family (Chapters in progress)

1142) Behind Porcelain Eyes (Chapters in progress)

1143) something wretched & oh so beautiful (Chapters in progress)

1144) A Promise of a Lifetime of Love even after death (short story)

1145) Rough Day (short story)

1146) A Sacrifice To The Goddess...es (short story)

1147) Little Fawn (Chapters in progress)

1148) Дневник Моро (short story)

1149) The Adventures of Ethan Winters and His Friend (Chapters in progress)

1150) I'm all hers (Chapters in progress)

1151) Ethan's Romp in The Village (Chapters in progress)

1152) Famished Follies and a Flower (short story)

1153) Suck the Blood from My Wound (short story)

1154) Ophelia (Chapters in progress)

1155) Everything Right, Still Not Enough (Chapters in progress)

1156) The enemy of my enemy is my friend? (Chapters in progress)

1157) The Horse Lord's Morning Glory (Chapters in progress)

1158) What Lies Beneath (Chapters in progress)

1159) Won't Bite (Chapters Completed)

1160) Into The Realm Of Supernaturals (Chapters in progress)

1161) little sister. (Chapters in progress)

1162) We Lay in Our Graves (short story)

1163) meet me in the pale moonlight (short story)

1164) A Dinner? (short story)

1165) Divine Taste (short story)

1166) Thorn In Her Side (short story)

1167) Resident Evil Village: An Alternate Path.

1168) Our Dear Hunter (Chapters in progress)

1169) Lady in Black (Creative, I know) (Chapters in progress)

1170) Yes, my Lady. I see you. (Chapters in progress)

1171) Bite Me, Asshole (Chapters in progress)

1172) Finding One's self (Chapters in progress)

1173) The Maid's Diary (Chapters in progress)

1174) Die Schöne und das Biest (Chapters in progress)

1175) Death's Angel (Chapters in progress)

1176) Sit on me, Lady (short story)

1177) Risking Just Enough (Chapters in progress)

1178) Ceasefire (short story)

1179) drunk on you (Chapters Completed)

1180) Pawns in Red (short story)

1181) Bound by Sins of the Past (Chapters in progress)

1182) Just Like You (short story)

1183) A Maiden for a Day (short story)

1184) Worried (short story)

1185) Diamonds and Rust (Chapters in progress)

1186) Partners (Chapters in progress)

1187) I'll Have The Usual (Chapters in progress)

1188) entomopathogenic (short story)

1189) Deflower me, my lady (short story)

1190) Desflórame, dama mía (short story)

1191) My Little Bugs (short story)

1192) Doncella depravada (short story)

1193) A Modest Proposal (short story)

1194) dragon's maiden (Chapters in progress)

1195) Blood Hell Night (Chapters in progress)

1196) A Peculiar Servant (Chapters in progress)

1197) The Pet of House Dimitrescu (short story)

1198) Sleepy Cuddles (short story)

1199) Happy Family (Chapters in progress)

1200) Lady Dimitrescu (short story)

1201) Anything and Everything (All of the time) (Chapters in progress)

1202) You Feel Pure (short story)

1203) In the Dragon's Claws (Chapters in progress)

1204) Tales of the side of the road. (Chapters in progress)

1205) The Son of Dimitrescu (Chapters Completed)

1206) Can We Try? (Chapters Completed)

1207) Paying Your Respects (Chapters Completed)

1208) Tentacle Entanglement (short story)

1209) The Final Waltz (short story)

1210) Little Red Dress (short story)

1211) a new home, a new family (Chapters in progress)

1212) Adventures in the Village (Chapters in progress)

1213) Lady Dimitrescu's New Vintage (Chapters in progress)

1214) Feed the Machine (Chapters in progress)

1215) A lifetime and an eternity after (short story)

1216) ses terribles jeux (short story)

1217) The Metal Doll (Chapters in progress)

1218) olly olly oxenfree (Chapters in progress)

1219) Till Death Do Us Part, or Not. (Chapters in progress)

1220) The Maid's Observation Notes - Short Stories (Chapters in progress)

1221) Mandatory High School AU That No One (Except Daniela Dimitrescu) Asked For (Chapters in progress)

1222) Daughter of Dione: Is Thirty Seconds All I Have? (Chapters in progress)

1223) Book of Pyroclasm (Chapters in progress)

1224) Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth) (Chapters in progress)

1225) The Book of Blood and Bedlam (Chapters in progress)

1226) Metal and Blood (Chapters in progress)

1227) A Sentimental Noose (Chapters Completed)

1228) How could I refuse? (Chapters in progress)

1229) Village of Gods and Angels (Chapters in progress)

1230) Dream (short story)

1231) Heavy (short story)

1232) How an immortal dies (short story)

1233) Wir werden sehen (short story)

1234) What's that coming over the hill? (Is it a monster?) (Chapters in progress)

1235) Sorrow, Joy, Rage, and Pleasure (Chapters in progress)

1236) Built on a Lie (Chapters in progress)

1237) “ Dress Up ” (short story)

1238) Mother Mia (Chapters in progress)

1239) Măr de Sânge (Chapters in progress)

1240) Hard-wired tragedys (Chapters in progress)

1241) Are you Single? (Chapters in progress)

1242) butterflies in your stomach (short story)

1243) A Cold Village (Chapters in progress)

1244) all i want is to be your harbor (Chapters in progress)

1245) Comfort (short story)

1246) Ichor & Steel (Chapters Completed)

1247) A Missing Link (short story)

1248) Can't Get No (short story)

1249) The Daughters, The Lady and You (short story)

1250) My Darling (Chapters in progress)

1251) Something Wicked (Chapters in progress)

1252) Screws (Chapters Completed)

1253) Mother is God, in the eyes of her children (Chapters in progress)

1254) Resident Evil | Family (Chapters in progress)

1255) The Turn of the Screw (Chapters in progress)

1256) Absolution (Chapters in progress)

1257) Before Winter starts (Chapters in progress)

1258) Beauty Is In The Eye of The Beholder (short story)

1259) 𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊: 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (Chapters in progress)

1260) Greater Innocence (Chapters in progress)

1261) Lady's Pet (short story)

1262) we'll both make it out alive, i promise (Chapters in progress)

1263) If I Catch Fire (Chapters in progress)

1264) Wenn Ich Weiß, Was Liebe Ist, Dann Wegen Dir || If I Know What Love Is, It Is Because Of You (Chapters in progress)

1265) Her Maiden (Chapters in progress)

1266) What's A Mother To Do? (Chapters in progress)

1267) The Huntress of Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)

1268) I'm Begging for Mercy on my Mind (Chapters Completed)

1269) Tough as Thorns (Chapters Completed)

1270) Broken Telephone (short story)

1271) Re and dsmp crossover prompt (short story)

1272) Lady Dimitrescu/fem reader birthday special (short story)

1273) Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave (short story)

1274) Mystery of the blackwood family (Chapters in progress)

1275) Romantic Machinations (Chapters in progress)

1276) What We May Be (Chapters in progress)

1277) Best 10/10 (short story)

1278) Foggy Nightmares (Chapters in progress)

1279) Some Things Stay The Same And Some Times They Change (Chapters in progress)

1280) Bend and Break (Chapters in progress)

1281) Verbena (TRIGGER WARNING) (Chapters in progress)

1282) home (am i home?) (short story) (Chapters in progress)

1283) REtirement (Chapters in progress)

1284) Not-So-Rude Awakening (Chapters Completed)

1285) Mother is the Name for God (Chapters Completed)

1286) The Four Lord's Grace After Stories (Chapters in progress)

1287) Funny Things (Chapters in progress)

1288) The Carriage Ride Home (short story)

1289) The Dragon's Favorite Treasure (short story)

1290) the lightning says something, and the thunder answers back (short story)

1291) let's walk into the woods; (Chapters in progress)

1292) Drawn (Chapters in progress)

1293) Not All That Glitters is Gold (Chapters in progress)

1294) go back (short story)

1295) Instincts (Chapters in progress)

1296) what you're made of (Chapters Completed)

1297) Misery Loves Company (Chapters in progress)

1298) Your Dagger Upon My Sword (Chapters in progress)

1299) When Night Comes (Chapters in progress)

1300) Heimarmene (Chapters in progress)

1301) Till I breathe my last breath. (Chapters in progress)

1302) The shy dollmaker (Chapters in progress)

1303) Even The Scraps He Keeps (Chapters in progress)

1304) Period Piece (short story)

1305) Gender Euphoria (short story)

1306) Obsession of a Metal Man (Chapters in progress)

1307) Day of Rites (Chapters in progress)

1308) Moonlit Masters (Chapters in progress)

1309) Blood bag (Chapters in progress)

1310) Unfathomable Violence (Chapters in progress)

1311) Nightmare: A Karl Heisenberg story (Chapters in progress)

1312) Mercy for a Maiden (Chapters in progress)

1313) The Heir of the House of Beneviento (Chapters in progress)

1314) Adjustments (Chapters in progress)

1315) Plaything (short story) (Chapters in progress)

1316) Obsessed ➰ (Chapters in progress)

1317) Your Lord and Master (Chapters in progress)

1318) Hunted (Chapters in progress)

1319) The fifth lord (Chapters in progress)

1320) Phoenix Feeding (short story)

1321) Salvatore Moreau: Matchmaker Extraordinare! (Chapters in progress)

1322) The no.1 reaper apprentice finds out why Lady D is nicknamed as such (short story)

1323) Ethan the Pacifist (Chapters in progress)

1324) The Visit (Chapters in progress)

1325) Her Addiction (Chapters in progress)

1326) Will I Find My Home In You? (short story)

1327) Assistant To Aristocracy (Chapters in progress)

1328) The Lycan Queen (Chapters in progress)

1329) The Taste of Decay (Chapters in progress)

1330) A second chance (Chapters in progress)

1331) The Cellar (short story)

1332) Pretty Man-Thing (short story)

1333) I’d do anything for you (Chapters Completed)

1334) Little Dragon (Chapters in progress)

1335) Carnivore (Chapters in progress)

1336) Serendipity (Chapters in progress)

1337) Lady Dimitrescu x Maiden - Sanguis Virginis (Chapters in progress)

1338) The New Bela (Chapters Completed)

1339) Any Means Necessary (Chapters in progress)

1340) Make Me Worse, Make Me Better (Chapters in progress)

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Uma amizade dessa? {Mini serie} 4

Reader x Bruce Wayne

Nota: Você e Bruce estão passando por uma separação o que ele não contava era que você ficaria com uma pessoa que ele menos esperava, a partir daí e só ladeira abaixo.

Número de palavras: 3476

Avisos: Angústia, xingamentos, traição, +18 entre muitos outros.

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Você estava com o coringa, em um circo, a atração principal era você é ele estava com uma faca no seu pescoço enquanto o Batman assistia de longe com um sorriso no rosto, ao seu lado estava sua amada e não era você, no resto das arquibancadas estavam seus filhos e alguns dos outros vilões e em outro instante você sentia uma dor forte ele não tinha te cortado a cabeça, mas sim te atingido várias vezes no estômago e todos até mesmo Batman riam.

Você acorda com a visão turva ouvindo ao longe vozes, sua cabeça doía tanto junto com seu estômago passando a mão e logo olhando para eles se certificando de não ter sangue e graças a Deus não tinha, você se sentia tão quente e imersa a suor, um som de porta sendo fechado e ouvido, e mesmo com sua visão turva conseguiria identificar aquele toque, aquele cheiro e aquelas joias azuis sem nem pestanejar. Bruce se aproxima de você sentindo-o roçar os dedos na sua bochecha e logo encostar testa na sua.

- Bruce...- Você sente sua voz fraca saindo como um sussurro – Bruce...

- Eu estou aqui, descansa querida! - Ele fala te fazendo sentir encostar agora seus narizes, suas pálpebras vão se fechando aos poucos com o toque e a presença dele ali, te fazendo voltar a dormir.

Bruce por outro lado quando você correu da batcaverna, ele foi atrás de você, não podia terminar assim, a gata só estava realmente o ajudando dessa vez. Quando Alfred não o deixou entrar, quando ele te ouviu ali, ele queria estar ao seu lado.

- Bruce...

- Só um segundo Selina!

- Morcego se acalma, ela não deve estar passando bem só isso, nem eu iria querer que me vissem vomitando!

- Senhor, patrão Bruce! -Alfred aparece aflito – A Sra. Wayne desmaio, senhor ela está queimando em febre! - Antes mesmo do mordomo terminar de falar ele já estava lá te pegando no colo e te colocando no sofá ali perto, Bruce tentava te fazer acordar, mas você não reagia. Um leve desespero por não saber o que estava acontecendo e um medo tomam conta dele, um médico foi chamado às pressas, Selina viu que ali não cabia ela, como um gato deixou o local sem fazer nenhum barulho.

- Intoxicação alimentar senhor Wayne, eu a mediquei e agora ela está no soro, ela precisa de muito repouso e descanso por alguns dias e medicamento nas horas certas! Tem certeza de que não quer a levar a um hospital?

- Não, ela odeia hospitais, se for preciso trarei o que for preciso de um hospital para ela ficar melhor!

- Não se preocupe senhor Wayne, e só seguir o que eu falei que logo ela melhorará! - Com um aceno de cabeça o médico se retira, e ali estava você novamente no quarto compartilhado de vocês dois, e claro que ele queria que a situação fosse outra. Seu celular ao lado no criado mudo toca, era Clark com certeza preocupado, Bruce por mais que quisesse atender e mostrar a Clark que você estava com ele, ele se conteve afinal, era sua privacidade. Após o telefone parar ele te viu acordando e se aproximou de você com cuidado, Bruce não pode negar amar te ouvir chamando por ele depois de tanto tempo.

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Olhando ao redor você vê que Bruce não estava lá, com certeza está ou na empresa ou saiu para uma missão, a porta e aberta fortemente.

- S/N! - Um coro diz é antes que você pudesse fazer qualquer movimento para eles falarem baixo, já era tarde Cassandra e Step já estavam acordadas.

- MULHER VOCÊ QUER ME MATAR? DESSA VEZ NÃO TEM VOLTA! - Jason grita.

-Pessoal! - Mesmo com a dor de cabeça eles conseguem te arrancar um sorriso com essa espontaneidade e logo e bombardeada por perguntas de o que aconteceu? Oque você tem? Como você está? - E você responder todas você os vê mais tranquilos.

- Alfred disse que é uma intoxicação alimentar! - Dick diz voltando com um copo de água para você, ele explica tudo que o médico disse e da ênfase na parte do repouso absoluto, você havia dormido por dois dias seguidos segundo Alfred.

- Viram não foi nada demais!

- Nada demais? Uma intoxicação alimentar e coisa séria! - Barbs fala preocupada, sentada na poltrona.

- Prometo tomar mais cuidado da próxima vez! – Eles te mimam cada vez mais do jeitinho deles, você amava tê-los ali com você, te lembrava dos velhos tempos, mas ao invés do quarto vocês se reuniam ou na biblioteca, ou na batcaverna, ou na cozinha. Você nem via o tempo passar, e claro que avisou a Hanna onde estava e ela ficou na sua loja tomando conta.

- Então...- Step começou – Como foi acordar no seu antigo quarto compartilhado?

- E mesmo como foi? - Tim a segue e pela cara dos outros você já sabia o que eles queriam perguntar, só que perguntaram de um jeito diferente, você decide deixá-los nessa curiosidade, eles estavam surpresos na verdade de te verem ali na mansão depois desses meses que você esteve fora, podia ouvir a cabeça deles cheias de perguntas, mas se contendo.

- Bom....vocês vão ficar na curiosidade! – Ouve uma lamentação em coro

O dia inteiro eles ficaram ali com você, rindo, conversando, te ajudando com os remédios e você realmente estava mal, as dores no estomago eram as piores, mas você logo conseguia ignorar quando se envolvia em uma das histórias deles, principalmente as de Jason, ele contava tudo principalmente a você, e depois que ele arrastou Damian da cama o empurrando no chão logo depois de Step sair, ao seu lado ele se sentia ainda mais confortável, você achava incrível esses momentos com eles, todos eles tinham histórias para contar a você e eles amavam isso, amavam contar os detalhes, mesmo com você dando pequenos conselhos para tomarem mais cuidados em algumas ocasiões eles amavam se abrir para você, e por incrível que pareça quando eles estavam juntos eles conseguiam fazer isso mais. Cass ainda não havia aprendido a falar direito, mas você sempre a ajudava e sempre e entendia tudo que ela tinha para falar, e só de ver o brilho nos olhos dela falando sobre suas danças, suas missões era incrível.

Porém sentia neles, principalmente em Damian que estavam se segurando para perguntarem sobre você e Bruce, mas tudo se encerro quando a silhueta de Bruce apareceu na porta, logo atrás Alfred.

- Fiz lanches para vocês lá embaixo! - Eles se entreolham entendendo oque Alfred quis dizer.

- Ah que bom, eu realmente estava com fome! - Duke diz indo primeiro, logo os outros vão atrás, Jason permanece deitado na cama ao meu lado.

- Eu to de boa e você Bru? - Jason sendo Jason, ele estava provocando, sabia que Bruce queria conversar comigo.

- Não, você não está de boa, vamos Jason! - Dick diz. Deitado com o sapato na cama do lado onde Bruce se deitava ele dá um suspiro de tranquilidade.

- Nam vou ficar aqui com a mãe! - Ele vai ao chão depois de Barbs e Dick o puxarem pelas pernas na cama saindo o arrastando enquanto ele reclamava. Alfred fecha a porta e logo um silencio se instala até ele quebrar.

- Como está se sentindo? - A voz grave, seria e com uma pitada de angústia te atinge.

- Um pouco mal ainda, mas não se preocupe!

- É impossível eu não me preocupar! - Você solta um sorriso anasalado debochando e ele percebe, mas você não se importava, você não estava olhando para ele e sim para as suas mãos no seu colo, olhando a marca da aliança ainda no seu dedo. - Sobre aquele dia na batcaverna ela...

- Eu não...- Só de lembrar de ver eles dois juntos seu estomago se revira, pois naquele momento você lembrou da descoberta, de quando descobriu tudo e com uma voz calma você continua. – Eu não quero saber Bruce, eu que estava no lugar errado, na hora errada.

- Você não estava no lugar errado, nem na hora errada!

- É tanto faz! - Você diz abanando a mão no ar, você puxa a coberta de suas pernas se virando e finalmente o vendo, ele estava no seu traje do Batman com seu capuz abaixado, sua expressão estava seria, mas dessa vez seus olhos estavam baixos e preocupados, escorrendo seus olhos para o relógio você via que estava quase na hora da patrulha – Eu só havia vindo aqui pra gente conversar sobre o divórcio!- Subindo a mão pro estômago você aperta após sentir uma dor forte, você o sente se aproximar de você é logo o vê se ajoelhado diante de você.

- É o estômago? - Você balança a cabeça que sim – Está doendo mais algum lugar?

- Só a cabeça! - Ele retira a luva colocando a mão docemente em sua testa.

- Você está com um pouco de febre querida. – Ele levanta seus pés a fazendo deitar novamente porém você segura as mãos dele calmamente.

- Eu não...não vou dormir aqui Bruce, eu...vou para o quarto de hóspedes! - Você fala se levantando um pouco fraca, mas conseguindo se manter de pé na frente dele.

-Se for por minha causa eu posso dormir...

- Bruce...- Você faz uma pausa se contendo para não chorar – Eu não quero ficar no quarto onde possivelmente você a trouxe, deitar-se na cama que era nossa, onde você é ela...- Colocando a mão no estomago e respira fundo, ele se levanta ficando em pé

- Eu não a trouxe aqui S/N!

- Advinha Batman...Eu não acredito! - Você diz passando por ele que segura seu braço delicadamente.

-S/N! - Ele encosta o corpo dele com o seu de costas com o rosto afundado no cabelo dele sua voz sai com angústia.

- Por quê? Só me diz o motivo pois até agora eu não entendi, você perdeu o interesse em mim? Você não me desejava mais? – Perguntava isso virada de costas, você sabia que se olhasse para ele iria chorar, e você estava segurando tanto isso, você estava se auto segurando por isso. – Bruce por quê?

- O erro não foi seu, em nenhum momento da nossa relação, não foi seu, eu que...essa ligação com a Selina...

- Então por que se casou comigo? - Você o interrompe puxando seu braço se virando para ele já com lagrimas escorrendo pelo seu rosto.

- Por amor! - Ele diz sinceramente de cabeça baixa, mas já era tarde mais para ele dizer isso.

- Nossa que maneira de amar diferente, não é? Que maneira de amar que machuca, não é? - O relógio no criado mudo apita – Eu só quero que assine o divórcio aí está livre para ficar com ela! - Você sai antes que ele pudesse falar alguma coisa. No quarto de hospedes você não conseguia parar de chorar, não conseguia parar de pensar, por que isso doía tanto, por que com você, por que você o amava tanto. Seu celular toca e você vê o nome de Clark no visor, limpando as lagrimas você atende, ele diz que ficou preocupado por você, mas soube que você estava na mansão, afinal nada escapava do Superman, e claro sua voz de choro, você esconde dizendo que tudo está bem, e claro que não estava e diz que amanhã você voltaria para casa. E foi isso que você fez, no outro dia voltou para casa antes mesmo de Bruce chegar na mansão, você só avisou aos meninos por mensagem, Alfred não teve como te impedir e só a aconselhou a repousar e lhe deu os remédios e indicações que o médico havia passado.

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Ele não queria, mas já adivinhava que isso aconteceria, ele sabia que você não estaria lá, quando ele voltou e Alfred foi até ele, ele impediu o mordomo de dizer que você não estaria lá pois isso doeria, sim isso doeria nele, ele havia errado, mais um erro para lista do cavaleiro das trevas, um erro que ele se odiava cada vez mais que lembrava, a culpa havia sido dele e ele admitia sem nenhum remorso.

Você se surpreendeu com batidas na porta da varanda, mas não se surpreendeu quando viu Clark ali com uma sacola na mão, você deitada no sofá fez um sinal para ele entrar e assim ele fez com seu traje de Superman.

- Eu te ouvir gemer de dor então pensei que talvez não estivesse bem, então pensei em trazer alguns remédios. – Você dá um sorriso sem mostrar ao seu amigo

- Não precisava, Alfred me deu os remédios, o problema e que demora mesmo um pouco a passar! - Sua voz sai fraca principalmente com você se ajeitando no sofá.

- Você realmente não parece bem! Tem certeza de que fez a escolha certa vindo para casa ao invés de ficar na mansão, lá Alfred pode te ajudar!

- Aquele não e mais meu lar super, e eu realmente não queria ficar lá de jeito algum...não lá! - Ele se senta no sofá levantando meus pés e colocando por cima das suas pernas. – Quando fui até lá falar com ele, o esperei na batcaverna e ele chegou com ela, eu juro Clark eu queria ter enfrentado aquilo de cabeça erguida mais meu estomago começou a revirar, e quando eu vi eles dois ali mesmo sem fazer nada, eles dois ali...eu comecei a lembrar de tudo e comecei a passar mais mal ainda. - Foi impossível impedir a lagrima de sair – Foram cinco anos e eu... eu só queria que ele tivesse.... - Sua voz começa a falhar junto com as lagrimas – Tivesse tido certeza antes de me fazer o pedido de casamento, antes de nós dois construirmos algo juntos. Isso dói tanto Clark! - O sinto me puxar para um abraço afetuoso e quente e foi aí que o resto das minhas lagrimas se foram.

No resto dos outros dias Clark e os meninos fizeram questão de voltar para ver como você estava e até mesmo cuidar de você. Bruce queria, ele mais do que queria ir até você, estava preocupado com você e nenhum dos meninos não falavam nada, até Dick falava por cima, mas não dizia direito sua situação, até um dia em uma patrulha Kate deixar escapar que havia ido um dia a sua casa para ver como você estava e Clark estava lá. Pronto esse foi um dos motivos para o mal humor do Batman atacar de uma vez. E agora ele estava em frente a o seu loft decidindo se tocava a campainha ou não, era até hilario o ver assim, ele estava realmente preocupado e claro que o ciúmes ali estava falando alto, mas ele estava realmente preocupado com você, ele não queria arriscar que você não abrisse para ele, por sorte a porta principal que dava para a porta do seu loft estava aberta, ele analisou a situação e você poderia nem abrir a porta para ele.

- Entra logo velhote!

- Shh! - Ele ouviu de longe e olhando para onde veio voz, ele vê seus garotos. Jason havia gritado, ele os sentiu o seguindo, mas não havia dado bola, seus garotos estavam mais ansiosos quanto ele sobre vocês dois. Eles estavam escondidos em moitas, atrás de carros e em becos próximos. Ouvindo esse incentivo de Jason ele entra indo até a sua porta, lá ele demora mais uma vez.

- Tem certeza que você e da liga da justiça? - Jason ataca novamente.

- Eu disse que não seria uma boa ele vir! - Tim pergunta.

Bruce toca a campainha deixando avisado que não e para eles espiarem, demora um pouco, mas quem atende e Hanna que o olha dos pés à cabeça.

- Olha só quem está aqui! - Ela fala cruzando os braços. - Bruce Wayne!

- Hanna! - Bruce diz sério.

- Eu não vou acabar com a sua raça porque você já parece estar bem-acabado e isso já colírio para os meus olhos! - Ela diz, e realmente ele estava, ela não sabia da outra vida dele, mas aparentemente Bruce estava com bolsas embaixo de não conseguir dormir direito, um olhar triste e sério, uma áurea sombria aparente que quem espantava era você, ela permanecia ali nele essa áurea sombria, mas você a amenizava o suficiente até mesmo para ele. – Vou levar eles para a loja enquanto vocês conversam, vê se não faz mais merda ainda! - Ela passa por ele puxando os meninos que estavam escondidos em um canto, alguns penaram para sair dali, mas ela conseguiu os tirar.

Ele da alguns passos adentrando o loft fechando a porta atrás já sentindo de cara o seu cheiro, aquele no qual ele tinha todos os dias e quando passava dias longe morria de saudade e estava agora morrendo de saudade, olhando ao redor ele via as coisas com seu jeito e como aquilo trazia uma nostalgia nele, como ele estava sentindo sua falta, mas tudo parou quando ele viu em cima de uma mesinha no canto uns óculos, óculos que ele conhecia muito bem, eram os óculos de Clark, oque ele usava para os disfarces, não havia problema ele esquecer ali, ele tinha muitos parecidos com aquele.

- Hanna quem e... - Você para de falar no momento que o vê, você para no meio do caminho ainda com o cabelo molhado do banho – Bruce?

- Hanna foi levar os garotos para a sua loja! - Ele se vira sério e angustiado para você, e você percebe, e claro que você iria perceber, você o conhecia muito bem.

- Eu...não... eu não esperava visitas hoje! - As orbitas azuis dele te olhavam profundamente, você desvia os olhos dos dele pois sabia que ele conseguia te pegar assim, com um olhar.

- Eu...- Com passos pequenos ele anda até você com as mãos no bolso da sua calça jeans escura. – Eu vim ver como você estava.

- Estou melhorando obrigada! - Um silencio toma conta do local novamente até o quebrar de novo.

- Você tem uma caneta? - Você levanta uma sobrancelha, mas não questiona e logo olha ao redor vendo uma caneta na mesa de centro da sala a deriva, enquanto você vai até lá, ele se dá a liberdade de se senta na cadeira da bancada da cozinha e logo vai até ele. – Pode por favor se sentar!

- Para que? - Ele permanece calado e puxa um papel de uma pasta que ele estava levando ao longe você vê que o papel do divórcio, uma pontada surge no seu coração, mas você releva se sentando na cadeira ao lado enquanto ele lê o papel.

- Acho que não precisamos de advogados para isso, não é? - Puxando o ar você e soltando aos poucos tentando tirar essa dor no peito você balança a cabeça que sim.

Sua carne estava tremula suam e seu coração está quase na boca, mas você não sentia euforia por estar se separando, era ao contrário porém você tentava não demostrar, a cada passada de pagina ele subia os olhos para você e isso te fazia estremecer, saber que tudo ia acabar ali, tudo que vocês passaram, juntando o namoro eram oito anos juntos, sim oito anos ao lado de Bruce Wayne, oito anos ao lado do Batman, e agora tudo ia acabar, chegando na última página, você solta um suspiro mordendo o lábio inferior para não chorar ele te olha antes de ler oque estava escrito e você viro o rosto, você não queria olhar pra ele, não queria ver aqueles olhos azuis no quais você se apaixonou, esse seria o fim e você não queria vê-los.

Continua....

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