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oh-meretseger · 2 months

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part 2 (of whatever this is) - Clean Freak

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: 18+! smut (there will be a lot more coming, I’m pouring all my fantasies into this fic lmao so bear with me), Jean being quite a pervert, fantasizing about oral, masturbation

word count: 3,4k

“You're gonna let Jean see you in THAT?!" Sasha yelled out suddenly, right after she promised to stay when Jean was coming over to your dorm to finally finish your project. You had to complete it by Friday, and it was already Wednesday, leaving you the most frustrated with Jean you've ever been. His immature approach to the whole thing made you question how he even got admission to college. The way he ignored all the work and instead kept stealing your notes, your glasses, he pulled your hair, poked his fingers between your ribs made you think he was actually a toddler in an muscular man's giant costume...

"Yeah, you're right, I can't show any surface of skin around that manchild" you glanced in the mirror, and quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants to slide over the tight shorts that covered definitely too little. Your arms were already covered in bruises due to all the damn poking, pinching and suffering Jean put you through this week. You couldn't let him target your legs next.

Since that ominous day in the library, Jean was more insufferable than ever. You had a feeling that it had to do with the multiple seconds you were kneeling on his lap, pressed up against his chest and face... And the awkward, quiet minutes after that you spent trying to hide your blood red face. You tried to ignore the heat that spread through your body whenever that moment popped into your mind, because it just left you confused.

You also tried not to look Jean into his eyes after that, if not necessary, but you could definitely sense him get ten times more irritating since.

And working on that project with him became impossible.

But you guys finally managed to arrange you and Sasha getting a two-bed dorm room together, and it seemed like the perfect, most peacful place to finally finish the project. With Sasha being there, you hoped you both would detain from bullying the hell out of each other, and actually get the work done.

"Pookie, stop covering up, just let it happen" Sasha laughed, sitting on her bed while watching as your movements became nervous. You turned to her confused. "How long are y'all going to pretend you're not into each other?"

You blushed instantly and turned away, hoping she wouldn't see you getting embarassed right away. What is she talking about?

"Sasha-" you awkwardly searched for the right words to reply, and Sasha chuckled again. "Stop being crazy. We're not into each other"

"Sure, Jan" she replied raising her eyebrows, and you let out a giggle at the joke. Although you wanted her to know how much of an insane idea it was to think that you and Jean...

"He's a damn playboy, he probably has a roaster of girls from around the campus that I definitely wouldn't fit into" you said your thoughts out loud while folding the few pieces of clothes laying around on your bed. "He's an annoying idiot anyway"

"He doesn't have a roaster of girls, actually. But I see why you would think that" Sasha smiled as she watched your movements in the mirror. "He does seem like an arrogant jock, but I've known him for years. He's a sweetheart. And there's definitely something between you two, so stop denying it to yourself, missy”

You quickly turned your back to her while quietly smiling at her words. You hoped she couldn't see, but she chuckled as she caught a glimpse of the curve of your lips in the mirror. Sasha grabbed the pair of jeans laying next to her and started changing her comfy joggers.

"He does seem arrogant, and he makes me go insane on purpose" you frowned, putting the stack of folded clothes away to your closet. "But I've only known him for a few months, so surely, you know him better"

"I do, and he's great. And don't call me Shirley" Sasha jumped from the bed, trying to use the momentum to get her butt into the tight jeans, and you bursted out laughing as you turned to her.

Your smile faded rather quickly as you saw her changing her shirt as well, as if she was getting ready to go out.

"Where are you going?!"

"Oooh sorry, Y/N, I forgot I already made plans with Hisu to go out, we're getting froyo" her eyes sparked with pure joy at those last few words, and you felt yourself shatter, instantly starting to panic.

"NO! You promised you would stay!"

"I knowww, I really am sorry" Sasha pouted, and quickly grabbed her cute little crotcheted bag on her way to the door, as you both heard a loud knock. That pout was SO fake, you knew she was doing this on purpose... Whatever her goal was. "I'll bring you a cup of that blueberry one you like, I promise"

"YOU PRO-" you froze in your place as Sasha reached the door and it swung open, revealing Jean standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Jean!" Sasha looked up at him with the most cheerful, chirping voice, as if she didn't just betray you with this evil surprise of hers. Of course, she'd made no plans to go out with Hisu whatsoever, but she did miss her, and getting multiple cups of froyo sounded like a great afternoon plan. Besides, she did want to leave you and Jean to be in private, completely alone...

"Hi, are you not-"

"No, no, no, I've got EXTREMELY important places to be" Sasha cut Jean off as she grabbed him by his jersey, then yanked him through the doorway and into the room. You stood there in shock, watching her leave you, with him, to suffer.

"Sasha!"

"Bye, pookies!"

BANG. The door slammed shut behind her, and you two were left there, completely alone. Your eyes darted to him, and Jean adjusted the jersey on his chest that Sasha nearly ripped apart a few seconds ago.

He was clearly coming from hockey practice, you could tell not only by the oversized jersey he wore, but also by the way his hair looked. It was messy, a few ashy brown strands sticking to his temple, wet with sweat, although it seemed like he did try to quickly comb it back. His face was flushed, the skin on his cheekbones and nose dusted with a reddish tint, his lips plump and wet from the empty water bottle he held in his hand. Your eyes wandered to the stubble on his sharp jawline, fading down to his neck. The skin slightly glistened from sweat, the muscles creating lines of shadow as he raised his head...

"The hell's wrong with her" he murmured frowning, looking up to see you staring right at him. As the hazel eyes met with yours, the heat forming in your center turned into a definite warm, tingling sensation between your legs, and you felt yourself starting to melt.

What. The. Hell.

There's no way you're getting wet at the sight of this idiot, dripping with sweat, smelling like a boy's locker room.

"I don't know, she's in silly goose mode today" you quickly shrugged and turned your head to break the few moments of silence of you looking into each other's eyes. Jean held back a smile forming on his face, and he dropped his backpack on the rug next to your bed.

"Sorry for being late, practice lasted a little longer than I expected" he apologized, throwing himself on the end of your bed without a second thought. You instantly felt your stomach drop at the thud, and turned to see the most horrific sight you could ever imagine.

Jean's sweaty, dirty body laying on your clean, white bedsheets.

"JEAN!"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Jean yelled out, half-laughing from the element of surprise, as he tried to defend himself from your immediate attack. You jumped on the bed and started pushing his body down with all the strength you could gather. "AGH, you're breaking my ribs, you rat!"

"Get off of my bed, you're fucking dirty!" you groaned as Jean put his big ass palm on your forehead, trying to get you off of him. An intense wave of anger fueled your effort to move the sweaty body twice as big as yours. "You're getting your sweat all over my stuff!"

"You should be grateful for any bodily fluid of a man touching your stuff" Jean laughed, and moved his palm to cover and smush the whole of your face, when you decided that pushing with your hands was not enough, and started bullying his ribcage with your knee. Your shouts were muffled by his hand pressed into your face, but instead of giving up, you decided to let your teeth do the talking for you. "AARGH!"

Jean's muscles lost their defensive tension due to the sharp pain of your teeth sinking into his palm, and taking adventage of his momentary weakness, you pushed him as hard as you could. His body rolled over and landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

"You're fucking insane" Jean pushed himself to slowly sit up, examining his other hand that you injured with a painful hiss leaving his mouth.

"PTUH, did you not wash your hands after digging in dirt?!" you growled at him, trying to spit out the dirty taste his hand left in your mouth. But that's what you get for biting him, you guessed.

You frantically started brushing off your face when you realized, it was not only your mouth that Jean's dirty palm got smushed into, but also the precious skin of your face.

"Yeah, I jerked off with that hand after that, hope you like the taste" Jean scoffed at you, but the smug look on his face quickly turned into an honest burst of chuckle as he watched you stick out your tongue, trying to get him out of your mouth by the little spitting sounds you were doing.

"You're a prick"

"And you're clinically insane, but here we are" he replied, then pushed himself from the floor to stand up. You followed his actions, then stepped to your closet as you shook your head.

"Here" you threw your largest oversized t-shirt you could find in his direction, and he reached to catch it, followed by the clean towel tossed to his chest. "You can take a shower here"

"A shower?"

"You will NOT rub your sticky body all over my bed" you crossed your arms, looking over to him. You could feel your lips curve into a smile, seeing the confused look on his face, still flushed from running from practice and of course brutally fighting with you. Confusion on that smug face of Jean's was a rare sight to see.

And it was kinda cute.

Huh?

You quickly shook your head to get rid of the stupid thoughts, and pointed your finger in the direction of the bathroom of your dorm. "You stink"

"Get off my back, I'll sit on the chair then" Jean gestured towards the only chair in the room, being Sasha's comfy rolling desk chair - which she definitely didn't want smelling of a dirty, sweating man. You shook your head. "C'mon, I skipped showering and dropped off my stuff at my dorm just to get here in time because of your bitching ass!"

"Don't care, didn't ask" you replied with a snarky, forced smile, and tossed a pair of Connie's sweatpants to him. He lended it to Sasha a few days back, after she yeeted a bucket of chocolate ice cream into her lap at Connie’s and Jean’s dorm.

"Thanks, dipshit" Jean grimaced right back at you, and accepting his loss, turned his back to you to walk into your bathroom. You couldn't help staring at the broad shoulders, his wide back muscles moving under the jersey as he moved, just like his glute muscles under the sweatpants that became visible where the jersey rode up... "Hey, these are my sweats!"

"Tell Connie, he's the one giving away your stuff" you replied with a smirk. "You're welcome, by the way"

Jean shut the door behind him, and you threw yourself on your bed, burying your face in your hands. What the actual fuck is happening in your head?

Jean in your bathroom, on the other hand, was not so confused by his feelings as you were by yours.

He stood in front of the sink and lifted the shirt you gave him up to his face. He closed his eyes as the familiar smell of you filled his nose. It was a clean, kind of a sweet scent, that he knew exactly from all the times he got into your face, bullying you to insanity in the past few weeks.

He smiled to himself at the thought, and threw the clean clothes on the edge of the sink. It was a small bathroom, full of a bunch of shampoo bottles, cream jars, serums, pots, and whatever other girly products he couldn't identify to save his life. There was not much room to put any of his stuff.

Jean started taking his clothes off, and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink. You were kinda right, he did look dirty. His hair was a mess, a few strands dripping of sweat and stuck to his face and neck.

He saw you staring at it when he caught your eyes after Sasha left.

Maybe you thought of him the same way he thought of you? The way he still saw you as a stuck up little nerd, but found you more and more attractive the more he got under your skin, just turned him on so much. More than anything. Maybe it was because your angry moments made your tough, icy shell break, that you specifically made just to hide from him. And under that shell, you were not the mousy dork you wanted him to see.

His dirty, sweat-drenched clothes dropped on the tile floor one by one, as Jean got completely undressed. He saw you getting flustered more and more frequently, when you two were close to each other. He wondered if you thought of him getting naked in that small bathroom right now.

You absolutely did. You felt your cheeks growing warm under your palms, as you laid there, face still buried in your hands, Jean getting undressed on the other side of the door being the only thought in your mind. You wanted to stop the thoughts, but they sent waves of warmth down your body, making you throb in your panties...

And it felt good.

You've been denying the pleasure of letting these thoughts flow free for weeks now. You gave up. He was within a few feet from you, and he was probably already naked.

Jean grabbed the clean towel, and swiftly looked around to find a place to put it, where it'll be within reach from the shower. There was a wicker basket half-full of clothes, with a familiar pair of socks thrown on the top, covered in small little teddy bears. That was definitely Sasha's. Next to it was what looked like another laundry box. That must be yours.

Jean stopped for a moment. Instead of simply using it as a temporary towel holder, he stepped closer to the box and slowly lifted the lid.

Yes, it was definitely yours.

After a quick glance at the closed door, he carefully reached into it, pulling out a familiar lilac top of yours. He remembered it, because it was quite a tight one, not like your usual baggy t-shirts that you liked to hide under. This one top made it hard for him not to look at the round outlines of your perfect tits, your nipples poking through the thin fabric. Jean lifted the top to his nose, getting a whiff of your sweet scent.

Jean felt like such a fucking pervert at that moment. There has never been a need for him to get creepy, he could basically get any girl he wanted. There was not one time when he felt called to stalk on anyone, or act out of line, being in their bathroom and smelling their used clothes.

Dear lord.

He almost, almost convinced himself to cut it off, and just take a shower. But as he reached to drop the lilac top back in the box, a pair of panties caught his eye on top of the laundry. Fuck.

Jean already felt himself getting hard as he pulled out the soft piece of fabric, and felt it between the tips of his fingers. It was a simple cotton pair, with a blue little bow at the top. Jean closed his eyes, imagining the bow sitting right above your little pussy, and blood flowed into his groin, his cock getting rock hard in no time.

He let out a quiet sigh as he imagined how your wet folds must taste just as sweet and salivating as you smelt. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was extremely wrong... But he also couldn't stop now.

Jean wrapped his fingers around his hardened cock, and jerked himself a little bit while thinking of how he would lick and tease your little clit through this soft fabric. His tip started glistening with precum as the thought of you moaning in pleasure filled his mind. Your eyes would be looking into his, your long eyelashes blinking down at him, practically pleading him to pull the panties aside and lick your wet, creamy center.

"Holy shit" Jean whispered with a quiet, low groan and hesitated for a moment, before wrapping the pair of panties around his achingly hard cock. He had to gather all his strength to hold back his moans as he started to slide them up and down on his shaft. This is so wrong.

But he so desperately wanted to be inside of you.

He bit down on his lower lip, tightening your panties around the head of his cock. The precum leaking from the tip started to form a wet little patch on the fabric. The softness of it, your smell still lingering in his nose and overwhelming his senses, the image in his head of your legs spread wide open for him... It just felt so fucking good.

Jean started to let out a few quiet sighs as he let himself enjoy the thought of eating you out, then the whole of his body jerked in shock as a loud knock on the bathroom door stopped him in his tracks.

"Jean, what the hell are you doing? Quit admiring yourself in the mirror and get in the shower, we don't have all day" you yelled through the door. It took you multiple seconds to talk yourself out of peeping through the keyhole.

Jean quickly dropped the panties back into the laundry box and closed the lid. You heard the shower start running in no time, and you threw yourself on the bed again, as if burying your face in the pillows made all your dirty little thoughts of him go away. You imagined as water ran down on his skin, wetting his hair, dripping from his most sensitive parts...

"Holy fucking shit, I'm out of my mind" you murmured into the pillow, and cursed Sasha for leaving you to suffer in this situation.

And for being so right about you being into him.

In little less than ten minutes, the bathroom door swung open and with a cloud of hot steam around him, Jean appeared wearing the clean clothes you gave him. You sat up on your bed, and instantly bursted out laughing at the sight.

His own grey sweatpants obviously fit him right, but the large t-shirt you lended him was so tight around his chest and shoulders, it looked like it was moments from tearing apart. Not to mention the length of the shirt on his tall frame left the lower part of his stomach completely uncovered.

"I like your crop top, babygirl" you grinned looking up at his face, and Jean frowned, but you could see the glimpse of the smile he was holding back. You forced yourself to ignore the wetness you felt spreading in your panties as you looked at his happy trail peeking from under your shirt. The V-line formed by his hips lead your eyes right down to the crotch of his sweatpants, and you felt yourself blush again.

This was going to be a misery, that was for sure.

"Shut up, clean freak" Jean growled and occupied his well deserved place on the end of your bed.

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pupyuj · 5 months

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Can't get vampire gaeul out of my mind;;;

Also, can I be ⭐️anon;;

let's fawking goooo gaeul ask 😈 and welcome ⭐️ anon!! so sorry this is super late, again 😭😭

[cw: vampireeee, blood.]

she would definitely not hide that she's a vamp just because she preys on people's (men's) fantasies about having a vampire lover lmaooo vamp!gaeul would be really scary despite her easy-going nature and unfortunately you had an amazing bullshit detector so the moment you made eye contact with gaeul at a party, you knew she was something else 😰 of course, gaeul doesn't let you out of her sight for one second! sure you'd make a pretty good meal but she also can have you cause a havoc in the party and blow her cover 😵‍💫

her cornering you in a bathroom,, luckily for her you were a bit buzzed so it didn't take long until she had you melting,, her making you face the mirror and coming up behind you, getting her so excited to taste you because you just so happened to wear an off-shoulder blouse and she was so close to you she could practically smell how sweet you were.. "i can definitely see why you attract such a crowd, (y/n)-ssi..." while she's brushing your hair aside, leaving the softest trail of kisses on your shoulders all the way up to your neck and only stopping behind your ear.. "you're not scared of me... why is that? you know what i am." her pressing herself up against you, chilling red eyes piercing through yours as you stared at each other in the mirror..

"i don't know..." bcs your head was clouded with the booze in your system and the sheer intimidation you felt being around gaeul's presence :(( you were completely helpless—just how she likes it 🫠🫠 the initial plan was to suck you dry in that bathroom, but the moment you pressed your ass against her groin, gaeul lost her composure and allowed her desire take over her hunger 🫠 her turning you around and immediately crashing her lips into yours,, letting you feel her sharp fangs for yourself when she lets your tongue inside her mouth 😩 you reeked of both booze and other people's scents.. two of which gaeul absolutely loathed,, it only made her want to ruin you more 😵‍💫

her lifting you up and putting you on top of the counter beside the sink with ease,, she was delighted that you wore an off-shoulder top! it made it easier for her to just slowly graze her teeth on your skin, relishing in the way you shivered in fear but looked at her with desire,, "i work better when i'm fed." and before you knew it, she had sunk her fangs down your collarbone only slightly, but it hurt like a bitch 🫠🫠 tasting your blood for the first time was nothing short of euphoric and fuck gaeul should really just suck you dry right there but that wouldn't feel right.. she has to have you screaming her name first 😌

she would only feel a deeper kind of hunger for you when she feels how your cunt clenches around her fingers,, gaeul usually doesn't like to waste time but watching your expression as she slowly fucked you was worth it 🤭 gaeul would really just stare at you, relishing the way your moans sounded in her ears... she'd use her entire fingers' length and watch you squirm and reach for her, grabbing onto her shirt and pleading pathetically 😵‍💫 "please, let me cum..." you'd say it right up against her bcs you don't want anyone to hear and you know what? it would give gaeul chills! (which was weird considering her skin's already ice cold but yk—)

and since you asked nicely ofc gaeul would oblige for once and give you what you want! pulling her fingers out of your cunt only to replace them with her tongue 🤤🤤 her sharp nails having your thighs in a death grip while you pushed her head further against your pussy :(( throwing your head back and filling the air with your moans as well as gaeul’s name… nearly losing yourself when she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks harshly, making you grip and pull on her hair… god, her mouth was too good 😵‍💫💔 glowing red eyes piercing into yours, a smirk making its way to gaeul’s pretty face as tears well up in your eyes bcs of the pleasure 🥺

now see this—you’re cumming after her mouth has done its work, and ofc your head was clouded so gaeul takes this opportunity to sink her teeth down your thigh 😵‍💫 it hurt a lot but the sight was kinda hot so you don’t complain 🤭

omg getting disheartened when gaeul exits the bathroom without a word but you don’t hear her warning everybody outside to not enter the room… then she comes back with a tall glass of juice a few moments later and bandages to cover up the bite on your thigh 🫣🫣 she’d even help you wrap it around your thigh! “here’s a deal: you don’t tell anyone i’m a vamp and i keep it a secret you like getting fucked in bathrooms by strangers.” she’d say, as if you’d even dare to tell anyone! she’d probably hear it from a mile away and snap your neck before you even realize 😭

in conclusion, vampire!gaeul wouldn’t be all bad.. especially if a pretty thing like you would keep her company from time to time 👀 whether or not you were her blood bag or sweet little fuckdoll 🤤

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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uM OFC WE WANT PERSONALITY HEADCANONS!!! ur dad!aemond posts got me through the weekend so tysm <33 i hope u have a great week

Bestie, writing them got me through the weekend too so I'm seriously glad that they helped you in some way as well! thank you for indulging with me!! This is a follow up to these headcanons, that kickstarted my tag for: Aemond's children.

Aemond's children: personality hcs

Elaena

Elaena is the oldest of her siblings, by three years (the twins were conceived when she was two years old).

Physically, she looks so much like Aemond. Besides her Targaryen silver hair, she has his eyes and strong cheekbones, and she's very tall. But overall she has the softness and mannerisms of her muña.

She inherited Aemond's passions and your own, but to the max.

She's a very studious child, like Aemond, but above all, she longs for adventure.

Her yearning for adventure may come from two things: Aemond being very overprotective with her at first (which was natural, as his first daughter), and the bedtime fantasy stories you read to her.

She longs to fly on dragonback, but also loves to go swimming and pretend she's a siren.

So she has a bit of a hard time concentrating on theoretical lessons because, after a while, she starts to get all antsy. After all, she wants to put all that she learns, to practice.

Because of this, she gets a little frustrated and fed up when she's learning something new and it doesn't go right on the first try.

Since she was little she was very cunning and inquisitive, curious about the world around her, always asking her parents questions and if their answers did not please her, she'd look for them on her own in the library of the Red Keep, or outside in nature.

She's a graceful dragon rider and prefers to be out in the skies than being cooped up in the Red Keep.

She's fiercely loyal and protective over her parents and siblings. Because she's very intelligent and witty, she's quick to put whoever speaks ill of her family in place, in a very threatening way. Her grace comes with an undertone of deathly intimidation. And this is why she also cannot hide it when she dislikes someone, she's very transparent.

She's too proud for her own good.

Because she's the oldest family, she knows that she needs to protect her family. When her muña is sick, she's constantly worried and anxious, the same when Aemond has to retire because of nerve pain. She feels their pain as if it were her own, and absolutely worries too much. Her heart is just too big for her own good sometimes.

Aemond has had to reassure her on several occasions that they wouldn't be leaving her any time soon, and she had nothing to worry about. But she can't help it. She loves her family too much.

And she's definitely beautiful, turning the heads of many people in court, but she honestly doesn't aspire to marriage. She longs for freedom, and when suitors attempt to reach her she just runs off to the dragon pit.

Aeron

Aeron is Aemond's only son and the oldest of the twins. Because Aemond is a sap in secret, Aeron is named after his brothers, Aegon and Daeron (though this is a secret he keeps to himself).

Physically, Aeron inherits Aemond's build and height; he inherits the Targaryen lilac eyes and silver hair - though his is a little bit wavier than Aemond's, and he keeps it at shoulder-length hair. He has Aemond's long nose and pointy chin, but your lips, and a little bit more roundness to his face.

People often make snide comments about Aeron being the mirror image of his father if he still had both eyes, and it makes his blood boil. But one glare from Elaena and Aeron and those people are quick to shut their mouths or else they might not wake up with their tongues intact.

Aeron is most similar to Aemond in personality as well. He is very brooding, serious, and intimidating. But that's just at first glance.

He's immensely kind and soft with his sisters and parents, as well as generous and loving. He goes apeshit over his sisters, he's their biggest fan.

You know that post about people working out to lift up their kids better or to give better hugs? that's Aeron with his sisters.

While he's a fine dragon rider, he's mostly interested in the sword.

Aemond detected Aeron's interest in it from a very young age so they started training together. The day that Aeron beat his kepa was one of Aemond's proudest moments in his life. And opposite to Aemond 'I don't give a shit about tourneys' Targaryen, Aeron is up there every chance he gets because he's a little bit of a show-off.

He does that little twirly thing with daggers that Aemond does. On his eighteenth name day, Aemond gifted him with a set of daggers, with Aeron's name engraved on the handle. It's one of Aeron's most prized possessions.

Overall he's quiet and calm, but when it comes to the sword? he definitely has his cocky moments. But only when he's training and competing because outside of it he's still his quiet, private self.

I remember seeing that Reddit post about people knowing Ewan from high school and that all the ladies were after him but he didn't realize...yeah that's Aeron.

A lot of the ladies from the court watch him as he trains, or watch when he takes off on his dragon. They swoon when they see how lovely he is with his sisters and mother. The fact that he's Aemond One-Eye's son also adds to the mystique. But honestly, he doesn't realize, nor does he care.

When he's not training he has his nose buried in books, exactly like Aemond.

Vaella

Little Vaella is the youngest, born a minute after Aeron.

While she's Aeron's twin, Aeron and Elaena are most similar in looks.

Vaella is a copy of her muña (except for the Targaryen hair). She has big eyes and a rounder face, but her lips are exactly Aemond's. Though she's just as tall as all her siblings.

Vaella has the softest heart out of the three; she's the most sensitive, quiet, and even a little bit insecure. It's as if she had inherited all of Aemond’s and your own vulnerabilities.

One time she was a little bit sad because, she noticed how people in court fawned over her siblings, while she seemed to fly under the radar. And she also felt insecure because It seemed like her siblings excelled at everything they did, they were fine dragon riders and Aeron was a skilled swordsman. While she was only good at arts, which wasn't a very impressive trait in her mind.

Aemond was like, "you're the mirror image of your muña. My dear love, you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world. You're intelligent, kind-hearted, and a good daughter. You just don't realize your greatness because you're always trailing after your kepa."

She's a daddy's girl, 100%. She's the most attached to Aemond and she's always glued to his hip. And that one time, Vaella had replied, "well I don't care for suitors anyway. I'm going to stay back with you, kepa. You're my best friend."

Aemond had laughed and shook his head. Like a man of his time, of course, he wanted his children to expand the bloodline and give him grandchildren but he'd understood that there was no use in insisting. They were on their own wavelength, especially Vaella.

But his heart was full over the fact that Vaella was his little companion.

Unlike Elaena and Aeron, Vaella loved to be by herself, drawing and writing poetry.

She read her poetry to Aemond every evening, over a hot cup of tea. And she absolutely filled Aemond's desks with her drawings.

On her eighteenth name day, Aemond arranged for an art studio to be built in their apartments inside the Red Keep.

When she was a baby, she cried a lot and this worried her parents. But over time they realized that she was just too sensitive of a child.

She's also a little bit more cautious of the world than her siblings. The first time Aemond took his little family out swimming, Aeron and Elaena had jumped into the ocean without any fears at all, while Vaella remained glued to Aemond, clinging to him with her arms around his shoulders and begging her kepa not to swim to the deeper end of the ocean.

Vaella has always needed that little push from Aemond to go out of her comfort zone.

He taught her to swim, without letting go of her hands. Taught her how to ride her dragon, remaining on her back at all times, with his hands around hers as they gripped the saddle together. Taught her how to dance, and how to style her hair in a braided bun because her long strands bothered her when she drew.

And out of the three, she's the one that was most thrilled to learn High Valyrian, and the one that caught it more quickly. She has entire conversations with Aemond in High Valyrian, long into the late hour of the owl.

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mitchhbitch · 20 days

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Save Me From Myself

Nick Folio x Reader

Warnings: Depression. Blood. Implied self harm. Bad Thoughts. If this makes you uncomfortable or you are under 18, please don't read this. Thank You.

Tags : @thescarlettvvitch @thefallennightmare @spicywhenspeaking @artificialbreezy @dsireland86

Authors Note: I wrote this because it expressed how I have been feeling these past couple of days. I know this topic is a very hard topic for some or all but I think it should be talked about. If this isn't for you, thats okay. Please don't feel like you have to read it. Im sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I picked Nick Folio in this because he is a comfort person to me. If you are having a bad day or feeling down, my inbox is always open for you.

You and Nick have been living together for 4 years. He knows you like the back of his hand. Nick knows when you are having a good day and when you are having a horrible day.

Today was one of your worst days. You have dealt with depression ever since you were a child. Therapy session after therapy session, it had all been the same.

Nick has been at the studio since the morning. Before leaving he gave you a kiss on the head and whispered “i love you” trying to not wake you up. You pretended to be asleep because your head was running in circles all night keeping you awake. Thought after thought, it just wouldn't go away or stop.

Once you hear him leave, you get up to use the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. An image of someone you don't recognize anymore. Bad thoughts start running in your head. You ask yourself “why is he with me?” “why does he want to be with someone who has all this trauma and who isn't pretty enough?” You scream at the mirror grabbing the closest thing to you, breaking it. You watch it break and watch it fall in the sink and on the floor.

You grab one of the pieces bringing it to your wrist. Sobbing at this point, not knowing if it's the right thing to do. A part of you wants to think that it will make the pain go away, the other part wants to think that it will make things worse.

You hear the front door open quickly and close just as fast. Nick is calling out your name with a worried tone. He runs to the bedroom and to the bathroom only to find you standing there with a piece of broken mirror in your hand with blood trickling down your hand. You don't realize how tight you are holding it.

Nick looks at you with a worried expression and slowly goes over to you, takes the piece of mirror away from you and wraps his arms around you holding you. You hold him and sob uncontrollably falling to the ground with Nick. He sits against the bathtub holding onto you. You hold onto him tight not wanting to let go. He rubs your back softly and kisses your head.

You and Nick sit there for what feels like forever. You look up at him with red puffy eyes and with a low voice you say “I’m sorry.”

Nick looks at you “You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry I wasn't here with you. I knew something was wrong and I didn’t ask you if you were okay when I knew you weren’t. Please if you ever have those thoughts in your head again , talk to me. I don't care if I'm in the studio. I will always listen to you. Everything will be okay. I promise you, sweet girl. Know that you are worthy and you are enough. Don't let those bad thoughts win. I need you here with me more than anyone. I love you more than myself.”

Nick held you and stroked your head. He didn't know how long you both were on the floor. It was until he called your name and you didn't answer that he saw you had fallen asleep. He carried you to the bed, laying you down and laying down next to you. Nick held you close to him. He kissed your head and ended up falling asleep a few moments later.

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famwhy · 1 year

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Saviour Complex (II)

Yandere! Tangerine X Reader

Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3

Synopsis: One night, you're pushed straight into an incoming train, causing everything to go black. When your eyes open up once more, you find yourself in a completely different country and face-to-face with your favourite character whose demise was right around the corner. Too attached to the man, you find yourself hatching a plan to save him - unaware of the consequences.

Word Count: 7,232

Act 2 - A Quest to Die For

The Hornet was yet another assassin that boarded the train. She was able to infiltrate by dressing up in a large costume of Momonga, a popular Japanese cartoon character in the movie - it even had a whole carriage dedicated to it on this bullet train; a carriage which indirectly caused the death of the White Death's son by basically giving The Hornet a free pass onto the train. But, what can ya do?

Speaking of The Hornet killing the White Death's son, this was the exact scene where that occurred. Now, in the original scene, the seat you were in was empty - making it so that there was no possible way for any witnesses to chance upon the poison being stabbed into the Russian's neck - thus, nobody else had to die.

Now though, you were on the other side of the carriage, sat at the seats which were supposed to be vacant - making it so that you would most likely witness the murder and - knowing The Hornet - she would get rid of you too.

You had absolutely no chance against poison made to make your blood congeal, clogging your veins until you bled out from your eye sockets and every other hole in your body. Crimson substance gushing out of your mouth as you desperately tried to choke out your last words, regret for-

-nevermind. You had other fish to fry right now; the biggest fish at the moment being The Hornet.

You could always escape this carriage but that would make you look supremely suspicious to both Tangerine and Lemon.

Picture this, a girl you just met on this very train ride was sat near the person you were meant to protect for this very train ride. You then go off with your brother, leaving both of them alone for a few moments. Once you come back, the person you wanted to protect was bleeding out of his eye sockets and the girl you just met was now gone.

Yeah... not a very good look, huh?

But... you digressed.

Now... how were you going to get yourself out of this one?

Leaving was a definite no-go. Staying was also risky but at least that way, you wouldn't lose Tangerine's trust if you played your cards right.

You just had to figure out a way to keep The Hornet from killing you too.

A puff of air left your mouth. This was very different to all those times in the past where you had to get yourself out of a very tricky situation. Back then, it was as quick as 'bang!' and the problem was gone. Maybe you should-

-no, no you shouldn't.

How could you even think of doing such a thing?

You swore to yourself- you swore never to do it again.

Bang, a noise reverberated in your head.

The first time you heard it caused a loud ringing to echo not long after, drowning out the rest of the world and zooming straight into the liquid splattered against your face; the liquid that stained your hands.

You couldn't bare to look at yourself in the mirror the next week, too haunted by the vision of the red that covered your hands and face. Every time you caught a glimpse of yourself, it was there, poignant and prevalent as ever.

Bang.

The second time you heard it wasn't as bad as the first - there was still a ringing, but it wasn't so loud; so quick to drown out the world around you. No - instead, it was just there in the background - persistent but not as provoking.

You still couldn't fathom looking at yourself in the mirror but at least the constant view of red splattered across your form had died down, slowly ebbing away from the confines of your mind.

Bang.

The third time was the most terrifying. Not because the ringing came back, or your hands that went from being slightly stained with blood to completely soaking in it - no.

It was because you were so unbothered by it; as though you were getting used to the feeling; as though you were just accepting it as it was... as though you were learning to live with it.

The thought was horrific.

The thought terrified you.

And then, just like that- it was gone. No ringing, no red in the mirror - no nothing. Not even a single thought about how scary it was to think that way.

It was just all gone...

When you tuned back in to the movie, to this reality, you noticed a large form approaching this carriage - a large form belonging to a certain Japanese cartoon character.

Your eyes widened as your chest heaved up and down at a more rapid rate, visions of the wedding scene with all the guests throwing up blood having flashed through your mind in that exact moment.

In an act of quick thinking, you tipped your sunhat over your eyes - careful not to have the gun fall out - before leaning your head against the window and steadying your breath as much as you could.

Hopefully, she'd buy the act.

The squeaks of her voice slowly grew louder as she approached, probably waddling her way over to The Son.

Then, the faint sound of skin pushing against fabric let you know that she was right next to him - probably about to inject him with the poison.

Your prediction was, once again, proven to be correct as muffled screams made their way over to your ears alongside a 'shhh' coming from a large costume that was right beside you.

A lump formed in your throat and you tried very carefully to gulp it back down.

Even as her squeaks faded away, you chose not to remove the sunhat from your head. Again, patience was key in moments like these. You couldn't drop your act until you were absolutely sure that you wouldn't get caught.

So you waited.

And soon, you heard two pairs of footsteps followed by a voice.

"Right, so, slight change of plans-

-ho!"

A pause.

Then another voice piped up.

"First his wife, now his son? That's a lot o' white deaths."

Ah, this was the scene where Tangerine and Lemon happened upon the body right?

If you recalled correctly, they should-

"'Ang on a minute." Tangerine said.

-huh? That line wasn't in the movie.

After that, he went silent, and you wondered what he was doing...

...that was, until, you felt the pressure on your head start to shift as your hat lifted up ever-so-slowly.

A light gasp left your lips as your hand shot up to clasp the ring as hard as you could, stopping it from moving any further before your head tilted up and your eyes met with that beautiful blue you were so fond of.

"Tangerine?"

"You alright there, love?" He rose a brow, placing one hand on your shoulder and causing the area to immediately feel all warm and tingly.

"Uhh, yeah." You desperately tried to restrain yourself from looking over at the hand he placed on your shoulder, not wanting to make it seem like you were uncomfortable - if anything, you were the complete opposite. "Did something happen?"

You found your gaze naturally trailing to the side, about to land on the bleeding eyes of the White Death's son. You were unable to do so, however, when your vision was blocked by your favourite character himself. He quickly sat down beside you, taking both of your hands in his own and unknowingly causing your heartbeat to spike up as your stomach fluttered from both the proximity and the contact.

"No, nothin' happened." He denied your words. "I was just worried about you is all. You 'ad a bit of a fall earlier, didn't you? Just wan'ed to make sure you were alright from it."

He was lying. You knew he was.

He was just trying to draw your attention away from the dead body on the other side of the train as his brother quickly dealt with making it seem like the guy wasn't dead.

You knew he was lying and yet, you couldn't help the warmth that flooded through your veins at his words.

"Oh... that's uhh, really nice of you." You looked to the side, gaze softening as a smile tugged onto your lips and your resolve for being on this train, your desire to save your favourite character, strengthened.

When your eyes returned to his form, you saw the softened look on his face and damn was it enough to make you melt.

Soon enough though, he cleared his throat and got up; quickly wiping the soft expression off his face.

"Well, if that's all, love."

You frowned, missing the feeling of his hands in your own. But... the show must go on, no?

He then turned to his brother and said, "we gotta make sure he doesn't step a foot off this train. You see the case? Deal with 'oever 'as it."

"Alright." Lemon responds. "How do I do that? Talk to 'im? Or like, talk to 'im." The second time he said 'talk', he opened his coat up by the slightest amount and reached a hand inside - no doubt signifying he was reaching for his precious gun.

Tangerine gave him an incredulous look before saying, in a tone leaking with sarcasm, "I dunno. Why don't you tell him about the story about how Gordon met Percy and how Percy's now bleeding from his fucking eyesockets!"

After he spat the sentence out, he immediately took off - going down one side of the train in hopes of catching the criminal who's so incredibly lucky, it was unbelievable sometimes.

With one last comment, Lemon went the opposite direction just as the train stopped.

Now... what were you going to do?

It wasn't until quite a while later that Tangerine's death scene would come up, you should probably spend this time planning on how you could prevent it.

Before you planned on preventing it, you had to recall how exactly it happened.

It was right after Tangerine got a call from one of the White Death's men warning him of what would happen if he made it to Kyoto; telling him that he would die as soon as the White Death got his hands on him.

Then, he entered the same carriage as The Prince and she put on an act to trick him into thinking she was an innocent girl. It worked at first. But then, he saw the sticker that Lemon put on her back.

See, Lemon was a huge fan of Thomas the Tank Engine. He often compared people to the characters in the show, hence why he was so good at reading people (or so he claimed). He always carried stickers of the characters in the show with him.

One of these said characters was Diesel. The worst of the bunch, a guy who always took it too far - the character you had to watch out for.

And that was also the very same character stuck onto the back of The Prince.

Thanks to his brother, Tangerine knew that Prince wasn't all who she made herself out to be and, because of his newly-gained knowledge, he put a gun to her head.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ladybug stumbled into the carriage and lunged for the gun after Prince acted, once again, like an innocent girl scared for her life. As the two struggled for possession of the weapon, a 'bang!' reverberated through the air...

...and then, blood sprayed out of the neck that belonged to your favourite character as he choked out a warning, trying his best to inform Ladybug of the deceptive individual he was trying to protect.

You still remembered screaming out a 'no!' when you first watched it, upset that your favourite character had just died. You didn't cry though - at least, not until later on; when Lemon stumbled upon the body, to be specific. The sight of the broader male seated beside the dead body of his brother as the slow, mellow song echoed in the background was just too much and, before you knew it, the tears cascaded down your cheeks like a waterfall.

You couldn't let it happen now that you had the opportunity to stop it; you wouldn't let it happen.

You were going to save Tangerine.

The only problem was: how were you going to do that?

His death was a complete accident, Ladybug didn't mean to pull the trigger; he wasn't trying to.

How on Earth were you supposed to prevent an accident like that from occurring?

Maybe you could prevent Tangerine from ever approaching The Prince in the first place?

Before you could ponder on any further strategies, the sudden need to relieve yourself overwhelmed you.

A full bladder? Dammit, when was the last time you went to the toilet?

With a deep sigh laced in frustration, you pushed yourself up abruptly, grumbling under your breath about your human limitations as you awkwardly scooched out of your place between the seat and table.

Once you were fully stood up, your hands rose up to the ridge of your hat and you gave it a firm tug, fixing its place on your head as you felt a slight movement from the cold material laying under it. Once you were sure the weapon was secure, you started to walk down the aisle - heels clicking against the floor as you rushed out.

As the doors opened to the capsule between your carriage and the next one, your eyes flitted over to the toilet stall, cursing as you saw the colour red near the lock.

Occupied.

This went on for the next few carriages.

Then, you happened upon something.

"I didn't realise I was gettin' a babysitter to come cut my bollocks."

It was Tangerine, taking yet another warning call from the White Death's men.

"I'm a professional. We're making sure the case and his son are perfectly safe.

"Can I please go do my job now?" He continued and, if you recalled correctly, went on to cut off the man before he could continue speaking, with a tone heavy in sarcasm. "Oh, very kind of you. Thank you very much."

He then hung up the call before looking to the side and fixing himself up in the mirror - something which would have normally made you laugh had you not been bursting for the toilet.

It was then that he noticed Ladybug hidden in a side room and jumped.

"Fuck me! Jesus Christ." He cussed, placing a hand over his chest.

Ladybug then decided to pipe up with an unnecessary remark. "It's very rude talking on the phone, on the train. In Japan."

"This rude enough for ya, ya fucking prick?" He then pulled the curtain shut as harsh as he could. "Shove that fuckin' hat up your fuckin' arsehole, you 'ear me?"

He then turned around again and jumped once more when his eyes landed on your form.

"Fuck me! Fuckin' 'ell, again?!

"How long have you been standing there, love?" He continued.

"Long enough... look, I don't really care about what you, uhh, were on about." You confessed as you tilted your head to the side, eyes fixed on the stall behind him. "I just... need the toilet so, if you don't mind..."

"Oh, of course."

He moved to the side, allowing you to finally gain access to the room you'd been needing for a while now.

You immediately wasted no time in rushing right inside, closing the door behind you and locking it before you went about your business.

Once you were done, you cleaned up and washed your hands before stepping out of the stall with a relieved sigh.

Now, you had two options here. You could either, a, go back to the carriage you came from - or, b, explore the train a little so that you could detect anything that may be able to help you in your quest.

On one hand, if you explored the train, you could stumble upon the perfect solution to your problem. On the other hand, this was a train filled to the brim with assassins that weren't opposed to killing you to get that one silver briefcase. You were too out of practice to risk it so, going back to your seat it was.

With a little sigh, you headed off - footsteps lighter than before as a sense of calm fell over you.

That sense of calm, however, was soon to be overridden by pure shock as soon as you entered a certain carriage containing a bar filled to the brink with alcoholic beverages and two people stood by the dead body of The Wolf.

"Oh shit." You whispered. "Wrong way."

Who was it that you stumbled across? Well, the very Diesel herself, The Prince.

The Prince narrowed her eyes at you before she turned to Kimura and ordered, "kill her."

"Are you fucking crazy?!" The Japanese man widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I don't suppose you want your son dying, do you?"

The way she said the words so nonchalantly was enough to send a shiver straight down your spine. Seeing her in the movie was unsettling enough but seeing her act this way in real life? Damn, Joey King did an amazing job.

You couldn't spend too long praising the actress, however, as soon, the barrel of a gun was pointed directly at your head and Kimura was mumbling something with an apologetic look on his face. He was saying sorry in Japanese.

Ah shit.

Quick to react, you bent over backwards just as he pushed down on the lever of his gun - simultaneously causing a loud 'bang!' to reverbrate through the room.

The bullet managed to just barely graze your stomach, forming a cut which leaked red.

"Hm, interesting." You couldn't see her face but judging by her tone and whatshe just said, she was intrigued. "Are you one of the assassins the White Death hired?"

You chose not to respond - instead opting to flick your feet upwards and collide your heels against Kimura's hand, kicking the gun out of his grasp and sending it flying through the air. You then used the momentum to flip upright once more, one hand reaching up to your hat to help stabilise it again.

Crouching down, your fingers stretched outwards, grazing the handle of the gun before flinching back as your heart beat picked up its speed.

Now was not the time for a mental breakdown.

With that thought it mind, your feet pushed your body up once more before you swiftly turned on your heel and made your way out of the carriage, gone just like the wind.

You rushed down the right way this time, eyes barely present in real time as they flashed through the events that just occurred to you.

You just had an encounter with The Prince and Kimura - and you were lucky that it was them and not The Hornet.

The Prince had no combat capabilities whereas Kimura was well-versed in it but had enough morale to not attack you back there.

You were so lucky to have run into those two of all the people you could've ran into.

"Note to self: be more cautious of the layout of the train."

Soon, you stepped through the automatic doors that led to your carriage and, not too long after that, your eyes landed on two forms - one of which was caught in a headlock by the other.

This was the Ladybug and Lemon fight scene.

And it seemed like it was just coming to an end judging by how Ladybug was able to thrust his legs into the seat opposite him, escape Lemon's grasp and then grab his laptop and smash it against his head, instantly knocking him out.

It all happened so much more swiftly than it was depicted in the movie and you had to blink twice before properly processing what had just happened.

When you tuned back in to the world, you witnessed Ladybug adding the powdered substance to the Fiji water near Lemon and decided to approach.

"Woah, what are you doing man?"

Slowly, his gaze trailed upwards and his eyes landed on your form before they slightly grew in size.

"It's not what it looks like? Actually, it's probably exactly what it looks like."

A glint of amusement shone in your eyes as your lips twitched upwards. In order to fight back the smile that was inching onto your face, you had to take in a huge gulp of air before letting it out after holding it in for a few seconds.

Once you regained your cool, you continued speaking. "It seems like the tables have turned."

He gave you his own smile, sheepish and clumsy; full of awareness of the fact that he was just caught red-handed.

"So, what are you doing, big guy?" You asked, amusement laced in your tone.

"Look, I'm just trying to survive, okay, lady?"

"I have a name y'know? It's Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm Ladybug."

You already knew that but-

"Nice to meet you too."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a call." He took the cartridge out of the gun in his hands, eyes zoomed straight in on it.

"What are you doing with that gun?"

"Not keeping it for later use, that's for sure." He gave you a pointed look as he stashed the gun on the shelves at the top of the train.

"Touché."

You then watched as he took Lemon's phone and used face ID to unlock it. Stupid that it worked even though the owner was unconscious but whatever.

After he checked the texts on the phone, he left in an abrupt panic - no doubt having seen Tangerine's texts informing Lemon that he was on his way.

That left you with Lemon's unconscious body laid against the table.

Now, you would slap him to get him to wake up but then he would immediately slap you back and you weren't too keen on getting slapped by a male with ten times your muscle mass. So, you simply stood there, one hand up to your chin with a half-contemplating, half-concerned expression on your face.

It was then that you heard footsteps to your side. You knew who it was so you didn't bother looking over, choosing, instead, to simply say, "he's only unconscious - not dead."

Tangerine rushed over, grabbing his brother's chin and lifting his head to observe his injuries. "Jesus Christ, he's 'ad a bit of a bosh, 'asn't 'e?"

His eyes then turned to you before slowly trailing downwards and landing on your abdomen.

You rose a brow. "What are you-?"

Before you could even react, he was no longer beside his brother and the sudden feeling of his rough, calloused hands against your own bare skin had your own gaze falling down as you caught sight of your newly-attained cut.

Oh right, you forgot about that.

"What 'appened?" He asked without straying his gaze from the slit in your clothes.

You were about to respond but winced instead when he pressed down further on the wound. He then slowly removed his fingers and you saw the blood that coated them; your blood.

"I, uhh, just fell on a really sharp rail, that's all." You dismissed his concerns.

"A really sharp rail? It must've been sharp enough to cut a fuckin' dick off, dahlin', 'cause that's a deep cut."

"It's not that deep."

The look he gave you after your words was the same look your sister gave you before you set off to work; the look that told you that they found what you just said utterly ridiculous.

He then guided you towards a seat, gently having you sit down before facing him as he crouched down - observing the wound with squinted eyes.

Meanwhile, you held in your breath at the close proximity, hyper-aware of the fact that his hands were firmly clasped around either side of your waist, holding you with a sense of care running across his fingertips; a sense of care which prevented him from harming you. Just the thought that a guy like this, someone known for his aggressive demeanour and bad temperament, could handle someone like you, someone who he just met, with such gentleness was enough to cause your stomach to flutter.

You watched as he took out a handkerchief from his inner pocket, rapidly striking it through the air several times before carefully moving it over your stomach and pressing down a little too hard.

"Ack!"

"Ah shit." He cussed. "Sorry, love."

You just bit your lip and nodded.

After a few more pats against your skin, he pulled the cloth away.

It was clean, yes, but it wasn't covered - no bandaid to barricade the bood inside your skin or alcohol used to fully sterilise it. But, to be completely honest, you were just lucky that he cared enough to even treat your wound in the first place. He was an assassin, not a medic for crying out loud.

"Thank you." You breathed out, voice barely even a whisper.

He looked up, lips merely millimetres from your own as his breath mixed in with your and the hair that rested atop his upper lip just barely tingled against your skin.

If you moved even a little bit closer, your lips would meet.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined after he pulled away and cleared his throat, a tiny hint of red on his cheeks. "Yeah, well, I'd be a right dickhead to ignore a lady's wounds like that."

You pouted - he was a right dickhead for pulling away like that. What a tease.

He then parted with a brisk nod of his head, on his way to go find Ladybug if you remembered correctly. Too bad he wouldn't be able to after the male pays another guy to wear his hat and deceive the assassin.

You heaved out a sigh before leaning backwards, back falling against the window seat as your gaze shifted to the roof, eyes half-lidded in contemplation. Now that you relieved yourself and got away from The Prince and Kimura, you should finalise your plan to save Tangerine.

The scene just before his death shows him discovering the 'dead' body of his brother before receiving a threatening call for the nth time from his employer, causing him to grow agitated even further than before. This would make it so that if you wanted to stall him from finding The Prince, you would risk causing him even further annoyance and cause his feelings for you, whatever they were, to turn into utter loathing. Now, you wished you could say you didn't care so long as he survived but that wouldn't be true at all. You cared; very much so. He was your favourite character, after all - why wouldn't you care about how he felt for you?

You supposed you could stall Ladybug instead? Yeah, that could work.

But 'could' isn't sure enough. It's a word that implies whatever it's referring to has a possibility of working; you couldn't afford possibilities, you could only afford a hundred percent chances of working.

Just then, your hat shifted a little on your head and, with it, came the feeling of cold metal sliding down.

Your eyes lit up as an idea came to mind.

That's right! Your unloaded gun! As a back-up plan, you could swap out your gun for Tangerine's - that way you knew for sure he wouldn't be able to be shot in a tangle with Ladybug.

The only problem with that plan, though, was that the both of you had two different models of guns; he had a revolver whereas you had a pistol. How was he not going to notice the difference?

If you were lucky, the hysteria he goes into after finding his brother's dead body would be enough to cloud his judgement and you could slip the gun in grasp no problem.

You just needed to hope he wouldn't notice - at least, not until they actually pulled the trigger and nothing went off.

You let out another sigh and, quite abruptly, you felt something brush against your legs as a breeze flew over your form; forcing you to sit up in order to see what the cause of it was. You then caught sight of blonde hair disappearing down the carriage - blonde hair no longer covered by a grey hat. It's not too long after that you turn your head in the opposite direction after hearing the automatic doors open and reveal the frustrated form of Tangerine.

His brows were furrowed and one of his arms was covered by his suit draped over it. His previously slicked-back hair was now messier than before, giving him more of a roguish look.

There was no doubt in your mind that your eyes turned into huge hearts as you gazed at him, lips pulling upwards into a large, dreamy smile that you were quite lucky he took no notice of - instead, making a bee-line towards his brother and slapping him awake while also earning himself, as you recalled, a slap straight back.

Tangerine then took a seat beside the broader male before raising one of his hands and rubbing it under his nose to check for blood. After confirming there wasn't any, he gave Lemon the side-eye before saying, "there 'e is."

"He got by me."

"Yeah, me too... I guess our best option now is, uhh, bring the White Death the man who killed 'is son."

Lemon turned to the other male, shaking his head. "Yeah, but glasses didn't do it."

You would've loved to continue watching their banter (those scenes were actually among your favourite ones in the movie) but a thought occurred to you; a thought which caused your whole form to freeze up and a chill to go down your spine.

When Tangerine went towards the carriage Ladybug was in, he discovered a bunch of suitcases blocking his way - forcing him to shoot them through a Momonga teddy so that he could get through without alerting passengers. When he did this, he released the Boomslang snake - the very snake whose fangs contained the venom that caused the death of the White Death's son. And now, that deadly thing was let loose in the train to freely roam and bite whoever it wanted.

Great, now on top of your quest to save your favourite character, you had to also look out for a dangerous snake that could take your life.

You let out a sigh before tuning back into reality, noticing Tangerine's form sat opposite and facing his brother on the other set of seats.

"We need to find that glasses twat like right-to-the-fuck now." He scoffed before letting out a long, drawn-out groan. "I'm gonna go up, you go down. Double back when you're done. If you see him, fuckin' deal with him, yeah?"

Ah, so they just 'tricked' the White Death's men at the station you just passed into thinking his son was alive, huh?

The both of the brothers looked from side-to-side before Tangerine said, "up is..?"

"That way." Lemon deadpanned before jutting his thumb in the direction towards the front of the train.

You watched as they both abruptly got up before Lemon started speaking once more.

"And look, be careful," you could barely control the smile trying to fight its way onto your face at the Lemon showed his brother, "something else is going on 'ere."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I still feel like there's a Diesel lurkin' about." Lemon looked from side-to-side.

"Swear to God, what'd I say?" Tangerine drew his brother's attention back towards him before repeating, "what'd I say? I said I'd fucki-"

"-shoot me in the face." His brother finished for him.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Thomas still taught me how to see people, read 'em for real."

"Yeah..."

"And I'm never wrong, am I?"

Your favourite character's gaze drifts to the side. "No."

"Glasses, he is not our guy."

"...okay."

Tangerine didn't understand what his brother was on about now but you knew he would later find out exactly what he meant after coming face-to-face with The Prince.

You then witnessed your favourite assassin hand a gun to his brother. "Shoot first, come up with the answers la'er."

"Always do."

Lemon then took off, heading down the carriage before his brother called out to him again.

"Lemon."

"Yeah, man?"

"You be careful too."

The male with silver hair sent a wink his brother's way before continuing once more.

The moment brought you back to a time where you worried for your own sister's life after one particular job; a job which, for once, took away all of your carefree nature and replaced with an anxiety-ridden individual who couldn't even hold a weapon without shaking to the core.

But... that was all irrelevant now. Your sister wasn't here and neither were you the person you once were back then.

So, with that thought in mind, you called out towards Tangerine - causing the male to turn your way with a raised brow.

"You're going towards the front of the train, right? Can I tag along? I'm feeling a little peckish right now and all the snack are at the front." You gave him a sheepish smile, one hand going to scratch the back of your head.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" He nodded, giving a little gesture with his finger before he began to walk.

You walked straight behind him, a smile showcasing all your joy spread right across your face.

"Hey, Tangerine?"

"Yes, love?" He gave a quick glance over his shoulder.

"You're such a gentleman, thank you for accompanying me." Your smile shined brighter, excitement from being with your favourite character seeping into your tone and into the hop in your step.

He sent you a soft look before nodding. "Of course, dahlin'. Can't leave a pretty lady like yourself alone, can I?"

He thought you were pretty...?

Your favourite character thought you were pretty?!

Did you die and get sent straight to heaven?

Uhh, well, maybe you could've?

No, wait, that was impossible. You'd done too much to go there.

"You're quite the looker yourself, y'know?"

He looked over his shoulder once again to send you a sly smirk. "That so?"

Suddenly, the intense look in his eye, partnered with that smirk he gave you, was enough for all of your confidence to flush down the drain as your gaze trailed to the side - unable to cope with the eye-contact.

"Oh, 'ere we are." His words caused you to look up and see that you were, indeed, where he wished to be. "I've got to stay here, dahlin', but the next carriage should be the snack one."

You gave him a brief nod before choosing to walk passed him, about to enter the next carriage before you casted one last glance over your shoulder to see his easy-going look had turned back into his agitated one as he faced the toilet.

Once you were in the carriage, you waited a little bit before you saw a certain blonde man enter after you. After he saw your form, however, he swerved behind you and peered over your shoulder.

It wasn't too long after that the brown-haired male emerged from the same door with a furious look on his face.

Ah, so you were being used as a hiding place?

Very well.

Tangerine's eyes laid on your form before they trailed behind you and landed on the other. After he saw his target, he took in a large amount of air through his nose.

"Look, love, I usually don't hit ladies but I won't fucking hesitate because I, for one, wanna keep my fucking limbs intact and I won't be able to if I don't get that fuckin' briefcase." The tall male glared down at you, pure rage boiling in his gaze, ready to spill over any second.

"Wow," Ladybug's voice chimed from behind you, "you'd hit a lady? That's a low blow, dude. Even for you."

"You fucking bastard." Scoffed the male with slicked-back brown hair in front of you, glaring at the blonde behind you with an intensity so harsh - you were sure that he would be a million feet under if looks could kill.

"Look," you raised both of your hands up as a small, nervous smile made its way onto your lips, "how about we settle this peacefully, yeah? I'm sure we can all talk this out."

"I agree with her." Ladybug piped in.

Then, Tangerine started slowly strutting over to you - facial expression shifting from the angered one he usually wore to a more neutral one you rarely got to see on him in the movie.

As he approached, you could feel your heart beat start to pick up both in pace and in volume - butterflies beginning to flutter around in your stomach with adamance.

Dammit, was now really the time for your stupid crush on him to be acting up?

Soon, he was stood right in front of you, face a mere centimetre away from your own.

And then, one of his hands rose up from his side, gradually approaching your face as two of his fingers extended out of his fist and slowly placed themselves under your chin; tilting your head up and causing a hitch in your breath.

"Love," he spoke quietly, calmly and in the smoothest voice you have ever had the pleasure of hearing. "Move aside and let me kill that fucking arsehole."

His breath mixing in with yours as the hair on his upper lip grazed your skin (for the second time that day) flustered you enough for you to pull out of his grasp and hide your head in your hands, hunching over slightly to do so.

Fortunately for him, that slight hunch over was just what he needed to sock Ladybug right in the face.

"Agh! Fuck!"

And with that, their brawl continued.

Meanwhile, you decided to fully crouch down and shrivel in on yourself - too flustered to even think to stop the fight.

"Wait wait wait! I know who killed the kid!"

"I couldn't give a rat's arse, where's my fuckin' case?!"

They rolled carts straight into each other, hitting one another in the gut before grabbing jars and preparing to throw them at one another.

They both paused, however, when they heard the sound of the automatic door opening as a member of staff stepped in with a cart full of food.

After a moment of silence, you heard the woman ask if they wanted anything in Japanese.

"Oh no thank you, we're okay." Tangerine dismissed her with a little strained smile.

"Oh I would love a bottle of water." Ladybug requested.

You felt a small smile crawl onto your face as you remembered the incredulous look Tangerine sent him after that sentence - no doubt finding it utterly ridiculous that he would ask for water in the middle of a fight.

"You know what? Do you have, uhh, anything sparkling? With bubbles?"

You heard glass clang as she rummaged through for exactly what he wanted.

"That's the one, thank you." And he proceeded to say 'arigato' in the worst-sounding Japanese you had ever heard in your life. "Bro, I just remembered I gave all my money to that guy to wear my hat and glasses."

Tangerine then let out a sigh, giving Ladybug a look that made you giggle as you peered through from your position.

"How much for the bo'le of wa'er, love?" He asked before she responded with a number and he gave her the money. "Yeah, no, your welcome. A thousand yen, that's ten quid for that bo'le of wa'er, mate."

She then proceeded to leave as Ladybug drank his newly-attained drink and you giggled some more.

"You sure you don't wanna talk this out?" He asked Tangerine to which he responded with-

"Not particularly, no."

"Okay."

He then swung the bottle straight at the other assassin, aiming straight for his head as it hurdled through the air. Before it could land, though, you shot up from your position on the ground, fingers lacing around the bottle and just about stopping it from hitting the man.

"Not," you said, "the face."

Tangerine gave you an appreciative look, which totally didn't make you squeal on the spot, before his expression shifted into one of pure rage and he charged at Ladybug, yelling cusses as he pushed him into the next carriage.

Meanwhile, you let out a sigh of relief. Well done you for saving the handsome facial features of ATJ.

Before you could wallow in anymore praises however, your eyes caught something moving in your peripheral.

Was that... the Boomslang snake?!

You screamed, rushing onto the other carriage and clinging onto Tangerine while he was in the midst of choking Ladybug.

Unfortunately, you had done this at the wrong time because it happened to be the moment where Ladybug hit the emergency button with his leg so that he could escape the grasp of the handsome assassin; the emergency button which caused the door to be ripped off the train, sending the three of you flying straight outside of it through the sheer suction of the wind.

And so now, here you were, clinging onto Tangerine's waist for dear life as you hung off the side of the train - the wind like blades against your skin.

Well, this was quite the predicament.

Tangerine says things he doesn't mean so don't take it to heart when he said he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you. He would do way more than hesitate.

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syncope-syndrome · 8 months

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Because @whumpprentice and I keep getting recommended car blogs... car whump!

Seriously, where amongst my #cats, #nature, #pretty people fainting do you think I'm interested in cars, Tumblr?

TW: CAR ACCIDENTS, KIDNAPPING, DROWNING, VOMITING, DRUGGING

being trapped in the trunk of a car left out in the sun. they've slipped out of the restraints a few minutes ago, but the metal's too hot to safely touch, the heat exhaustion is weakening them, and there's not a sound from the outside. sweat makes their hands too slick to grab onto much securely and dripping into their eyes, mingling with the tears forming at the thought of them baking alive in this car, alone, and no one coming until it's too late.

sitting in the front seat next to their captor, the whumper's hand heavy on their knee as a reminder to stay quiet. the whumpee stares helplessly at the officer checking the car's registration, handing it back to the whumper with a smile and bidding them both a good day and a warning to go a little slower next time. there's triumph in the whumper's responding laugh, and the whumpee's heart sinks into their stomach as their potential savior walks away.

trying to slide their way out between two cars nearly crushing them, feeling the metal of the first car's bumper and the second car's license plate scraping and tearing into their skin with every little sidle.

a vital limb pinned down by crunched-up metal, the impact harsh enough to break bone. even if they wanted to move, they couldn't either way, trapped in by the wreckage and the intensity of their pain both.

a car sinking beneath the water, a whumpee's desperate struggle to try and shatter a window to escape. they bang their hand onto the glass until it's bruised, taking in a last-ditch lungful of air before they're completely submerged. finally, they find something sturdy enough to break the glass, but they have to pull themselves through the mangled window. every shard of glass that digs in or slices them brings a gasp of pain, and every gasp threatens the very little oxygen they have left.

a fever-ridden head pressed against the rain-cooled window, the passing streetlights and zooming cars a blur as the whumpee fades in and out.

trying to use anything and everything to keep the blood off the linen seats — the car's an antique, a rental, a friend's. if there was any other option, they wouldn't be in it at all... but there isn't. all they can do is smear more and more blood on their clothes, their blankets, even their bag in an utterly desperate and mispriortizing attempt to keep the car itself clean.

weaving through traffic with eyes on the rearview mirror, looking for the headlights of the car that's been following them for far too long. it's still there, even as they make a risky merge off the highway. it's still there, even as they make too many right turns through an unassuming neighborhood. it's still there, even as they run a red light to try and finally ditch them. relief floods their body as the tailing car stops, then there's a sickening, screeching crunch of metal on metal, and darkness.

rushing home after a bad date and an even worse dinner, struggling to focus on driving while working their throat hopelessly to keep their food from coming up again. their friend's voice drones on and on, blurring in the background as they lose the battle against their illness just as they pull into their residence.

a caretaker trying to hold a whumpee in place as the car swerves and weaves frantically towards the hospital. every sharp turn aggravates their condition, and the caretaker's voice is nearing overwork from the constant, reassuring whispers towards whumpee and the stern warnings towards the driver.

getting into a car after a party, stumbling into the arms of the all-too-eager-to-help driver. at the time, they think nothing of it, letting themselves lounge in the haze of a wild night out... but wait. they don't know this person well enough to get into their car like this. ... they didn't have that many drinks... this isn't their neighborhood... when they try to express this, their words slur to the point that the driver can't — or won't — understand them, and as their consciousness fades, the realization hits. that's not their friend's voice... it's whumper's.

#whump #whump prompts #whump community #car whump #kidnapping whump #car accident whump #emeto tw #car accident tw #drugging tw #drowning tw #kidnapping tw #syncsynd: prompts #deranged inspiration for today's prompt selection but i'm pretty proud of these #also the juxtaposition between needing no tws last time and needing five this time #again if i missed any please let me know

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givehimthemedicine · 8 months

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some of the footage the lab is feeding El in NINA is of a MIRRORED Rainbow Room.

continuing off my recent post about why NINA has 4 cameras inside of it watching El. some more realizations:

those six screens around the sides are actually just the same three video feeds doubled. the only unique feed is the center one.

which gives us a total of FOUR feeds in NINA even though there are seven screens.

and one of them is backwards.

in reality, if you're standing at the mirror, the benches-and-drawing-tables side of the RR is on your right - as it appears, correctly, in the red feed and green feed. their footage makes sense coming from the cameras I've circled here (not the events within, I'm just talking about the angles these cameras see)

but the yellow feed has been flipped horizontally:

if we are SEEING the drawing/chess corner of the room in the yellow feed, that means it was filmed by the camera in the other corner - over by the plinko/puzzle table. that is the camera circled in this shot of El playing plinko. except we're seeing the wrong side of the room behind her.

"oh Nat, that's all so normal. I wish this was harder to understand." I GOTCHU

we get another shot where the yellow feed IS oriented correctly! like, in the shot where you see all the NINA screens at once, the yellow is wrong. but in the subsequent shots where El is looking woozy at individual screens, that version of the yellow is correct. that is what this camera should see.

and both are the same footage flipped horizontally.

well. the same footage except one of them is a wider angle where you see a lot more of the plinko board on the right but shh I'm too tired to think about that

anyway maybe this helps explain the moving bodies/blood locations, specifically the cases where I swear the sides of the room keep getting conflated.

the live massacre scene is unreliable because it's poor El's brain's mashup of the doctored / contradictory footage she's being shown. El doesn't know which way the RR really was. she doesn't remember it at all. so all footage is given equal weight, rather than her brain autocorrecting the wrong ones.

the RR is so hard to mentally map because it's a mind-numbingly-almost-symmetrical room, and we're frequently shown it via its mirror reflection, which confuses our perception further. El is canonically just as confused.

(I need to dive deeper on the details of this idea when I get more time. @aemiron-main iirc you're the lead investigator on the changing bodies/blood thing so you'd know better off the top of your head - would you say a room mirroring accounts for many more of the discrepancies? certainly not all)

finally, back to the center feed -

I believe this is correctly oriented (you can see a sliver of the mirror on the extreme left, which tracks with where the plinko game is situated, and Little El(?) is operating it right-handed which is consistent with Big El.)

BUT, don't worry, there's still a weird problem with this footage!

this is a close-up low shot behind El(?) which was not filmed from any of the corner-mounted RR surveillance cameras like the other feeds. it would've had to be filmed from one of those tripod ones.

and they do keep a tripod camera in that area of the RR, but it's visibly not where it would've had to be in order to film this footage which causes El to "remember" One in the plinko scene.

btw, why is this the only footage filmed in portrait mode? if it was landscape, we could have seen One sit next to her. as it is, he wouldn't be visible in it at all. maybe that's why.

so why are they flipping just that one feed?

well, since they showed right and wrong versions of the yellow feed, I suspect they sometimes flip the other feeds too. I just only caught them once. they only seldom give us glimpses of what's going on inside NINA.

is the center feed important because it's unique?

the lab hasn't made sure El is watching that one right-side-up. you can see in the reflection in her eye that she's watching the center screen landscape.

which means the one and only of seven screens El is actually watching right-side-up is this one:

why wasn't NINA designed like this, with all the screens the same way, if you just want the viewer to watch and comprehend all the footage?

because NINA isn't for remembering or comprehending.

having all the screens side by side and right-side-up makes it easy to compare footage and spot discrepancies between them (is that why Brenner is watching multiple screens of the same event?).

the NINA weird screen angles is exactly what stopped me from spotting the mirrored RR problem until right now, and I've been scrutinizing this, and I'm not drugged like El is. with a bunch of screens of boring, redundant-looking footage at random angles, your brain tends to just kinda be like "eh, I don't feel like mentally righting that, I'll take your word for it. seems legit."

what's on the center screen when El banishes One?

they don't want me to know. I wish I did.

every time we see El in NINA, her body breaks the water surface in such a way that prevents us seeing a reflection of the center screen. which apparently tends to display the only unique feed.

is it fair to call this footage-flipping onscreen proof of NINA being not merely a memory-viewing machine but a memory-altering / memory-implantation / machine? so, a brainwashing machine?

which has major implications for the Henry and Victor Creel contradictory memories situation, as long suspected by folks smarter than I.

so the "memories" we experience live with El are actually a meshing of either: A) real events and doctored / fabricated elements B) real events but from 4 different timelines C) por qué no los dos?

not sure whether this "creates" a new timeline in any way besides in El's mind, but even if it were just that, that is valuable enough - to make arguably the strongest superpowered person on the planet remember whatever events you want them to.

but just that doesn't explain the 4 cameras inside NINA, does it?

El using her current mind in past memories

don't forget we have a whole scene of Big El, while immersed in a NINA memory, conversing with current Brenner about the events she's experiencing being a memory and not real.

which means Big El is talking while floating in the tank, or else current Brenner wouldn't know to respond by microphone.

and if she can access her current mind/knowledge and apply that inside of past (real or fake) events.... doesn't that mean she can also use her current powers in past events?

YES. HERE SHE IS DOING IT:

El very very rarely bleeds from both nostrils. two-nostril jobs are very strenuous in relation to her current power level (killing the cat guards and closing the gate are the only other times I remember).

which indicates she's doing something HUGE even in relation to her newly HIGHER THAN EVER power level.

I just find it funny that she also bled from both nostrils in the exact event she was remembering while bleeding from both nostrils.......

also Brenner and Owens see her EEG spiking at that moment, which they've shown us repeatedly throughout the show reflects power use. she's DOING SOMETHING.

so.... Iots I need to chew on.

did the massacre go down wrong and the lab needs to trick El into remembering it differently, and using her current powers inside of the "memory" to somehow actually either change the past, or switch/unswitch timelines, or merge timelines, or something?

is there a timeline where One kicked Little El's ass, or killed her, and the lab needs her to go back and win in that one instead? did little El banish the wrong guy and the lab wants them switched? something like that?

there's something more time machiney going on with NINA even beyond just brainwashing, I swear.

#why yes I am wild-eyed and messy-haired pacing my office talking to myself. thanks for asking #lab stuff #nina stuff #mine #givehimthemedicine analysis #analysis #(Brenner into the mic) One has Eleven on the ropes.. show's over folks- WHAT'S THIS! BIG ELEVEN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! OHH AND HE'S DOWN!!#<- this is a joke. but also completely my real theory I just can't prove it all the way yet #also standard disclaimer apologies to those of you who have already said some of this as is usually the case

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ms-existentialcrisis · 3 months

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Dancing With The Devil || 3

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Chapter 3: The Schemer And Her Scheme

Notes: AFTER SO LONGGGGGG I AM HERE AGAIN! Sched was hectic as fuck bcs ugh work n studies but I finally got to finish this! I did my best in writing this but unfortunately, there'll be some mistakes so pls forgive me!

Hope you enjoyyy~

SUMMARY: You run and you hide, absolutely detesting your current situation. While you plan another revenge, the same targets in your mind worry about your survival.

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Tags/WARNINGS: described violence, non-explicit injury, light misogyny and sexism, blood and injury; reader is her own warning, MDNI

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When you were a child, your father told you that anger and violence doesn't look good in women. He'd hold you in his arms as you both moved through the massive garden behind your manor, telling you that women are supposed to be pretty and graceful.

Like the swans in the massive lake located in your land, like the flowers that bloomed in the early light of the sun.

Pretty and graceful. Soft and fragile.

Anger doesn't belong with women because it twists their pretty faces, their heads, makes them think that they're capable of things.

"Is that why mother's face is always covered?" You once asked, thinking of the cloth covering the lower half of your mother's face, the vail over her hair. Did anger twist her mind? Did it ruin her beauty?

Your father nodded somberly, telling you to never turn out like her. As a child, you'd agree with him wholeheartedly, promising to never twist your beauty and your grace because it is what makes a woman.

Currently, as you gazed at yourself through the dirty mirror of the shitty fucking motel room you hunkered down in with blood drying on your skin and fury written across your features, you wonder if your as beautiful as your mother was with her own rage.

You splashed cold water across your face, rinsing and removing as much blood as you could without a rag or soap. You winced as the motions caused the graze on your shoulder to throb with pain, still bleeding sluggishly.

You started to remove you dress slowly, finding enough energy in you to mourn the state of your most favourite item. You weren't lying when you said you wanted to look good.

It was part of the revenge plan after all. To leave an impression and make sure your brother and your in-laws would remember you to hell. Jonas didn't get the same treatment. No nice dress or fancy feast and candles.

No.

What he got was you above him, hands wrapped around his throat as you watched the light leave his eyes. He'd been weakly grasping at your wrists and forearm, his blood from the wound on his side from your knife staining your half torn wedding gown and the white sheets of the queen size bed red.

Once you've got your last garment off, you took note of your body in the mirror. Bruises lined your skin, some only beginning to bloom while the rest are on its way of being an ache to you.

You rinse in the shower, letting the water wash away the blood. Unfortunately for you, it couldn't wash the pain and grief or what you've done.

You don't regret what you did. It was well within your right to make them pay and your method was the best way to do so. Traumatise them back then make them suffer in hell.

Cooking Jonas wasn't part of the plan; you had only wanted to tease your brother with a head or so. But you were always wrong in the head.

You had lines you wouldn't cross but sometimes, you don't even know what those lines are. You recognise that what you did was fucked up but frankly, you didn't care. Their reactions were good and what had happened was as satisfying as you thought it would be.

You quickly dried off, covering your graze with a patch up job. Each movement sent sharp pain to it but you ignore said pain in favor of dressing yourself up in your ruined dress.

You grimace at the feeling of it but you don't have a choice. Quietly walking out of your motel room, you search for the staff's room. The motel was a hole in a wall sort of place, hidden away in between big buildings.

It looked like it could've seen better days and you honestly would've preferred to hunker yourself in a nice hotel but this was your best choice if you didn't want to be caught. The receptionist barely paid you a glance when you asked for a room, giving you a key without question about your state of well-being.

You could do better with yourself, did know you could do better than your current situation.

Because see, you had a plan.

You didn't jump into this blind. You knew what you wanted and a revenge plan wouldn't do well if you couldn't enjoy the satisfying victory you'll reap from it. You had everything prepared; a go bag with money and fake ID's as well as passport, a nice little place away from Rome in a small, unsuspecting town where your brother's or Strucker's men wouldn't find you.

But all of it goes to fucking shit when Steve motherfucking Rogers and his Merry Band of Friends barged into your private party. If it weren't for them, you would've been long gone, leaving nothing but the evidence of your successful revenge.

Instead, you got dragged into the ensuing gun fight. You managed to use the chaos to escape but you didn't get to snag your go bag or your fucking get away car in fear of them having placed a bug on it.

You would have been enjoying life right now comfortably in your tiny town for as long as this sudden news would run. You would've been fine, great even, knowing your free and with money you could spend.

But instead, you're stuck in a shitty fucking motel looting a lost and found bin in a staff room for clothes you could wear for the mean time, penniless and carrying nothing but a strap of knives and gun with you.

At least you weren't defenceless and that Rogers and his team dealt with Dylan's men and himself. That doesn't make up for the fact that you're injured, without supplies and absolutely fucking hungry.

You scuttled back to your room once you've found something acceptable. A pair of black pants and an oversized sweater over your dress.

Shit is what you could be described with. Just pure fucking shit with your dry ass hair and dusty ass fucking clothes. You glared at your reflection, thinking of the warm bath and glass of wine you could've been enjoying right now.

"Fucking Rogers," You hiss as you smoothed your worn sweater. You didn't even have a fucking jacket or a pair of comfortable shoes.

If it weren't for them crashing in, you'd be watching your brother's empire fall warmly while also properly grieving your mother. If it weren't for them-

Yes, this was all Rogers and his teams fault. Not to mention about the Winter Fucking Soldier who drilled and looked at you like he wanted to cut you open. You're suffering from a grazed shoulder and shitty survival situation because they barged in and fucked your escape plan.

They were probably planning on taking you alive so they could squeeze answers about your brother out of you. That was certainly the vibe they were giving despite the whole 'we just want to talk' bullshit.

As you settled on the creaky bed, wrapped in thin sheets, you seethed and slowly plotted on how to fucking get back on Rogers and his team.

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"What the hell," is what Sam says when they're finally back at HQ, heading towards the locker rooms and still reeling from the previous events.

"Yeah, that was.. pretty unexpected," Steve finds himself agreeing with his friend, sending Bucky a look. The man's been quiet ever since they vacated the penthouse, leaving a trail of blood and corpses behind.

They managed to get away with minor injuries, all sporting a few cuts and bruises. They usually cleaned up after their messes but they didn't have the time anymore and the turn of events was well- unexpected.

"I always knew something was wrong with that woman, call it man instincts," Pietro grumbled to the side. Wanda elbowed him with an annoyed glare and he squawked angrily. "What?! It's true! That instinct saved my ass from getting trapped into relationships with crazy women!"

This time, he received dual annoyed glares from the women of the team and an amused look from both Steve and Sam. Bucky remained quiet and Steve sidled up to him, gently nudging him on his left shoulder.

"You've been quiet. What's on your mind?"

Bucky glances to the side. "She was injured."

Steve blinked in surprise. That wasn't what he expected to come out of Bucky's mouth. A teasing grin grew on his face.

"She was wasn't she? You worried 'bout her Buck?"

"What? No!" Bucky says, too quick and too in denial. Steve remembers you in the middle of that room, heaving and a blaze of swirling emotions. He remembered the first your eyes met, how Bucky's interest immediately zeroed on you. Steve knows his friend, knows what his interest looks like.

It's not that odd for him to worry about you. Not when you looked like a step away from a breakdown. Under all that rough exterior, a part of Bucky remained caring and nice. It's a side of him he rarely lets out, only reserved for those he care about in fear of it getting corrupted.

But it's not like Steve doesn't share the same worry. He's got a big heart, Nat likes to say, and he's got a thing for giving people a chance. It's what you definitely need. You just wanted an out and you thought what you did was your only way.

You were an unexpected turn of events. Steve didn't think he'd find you like that, just the sister and an unsuspecting victim. Clearly, you were more than that and Steve himself couldn't stop thinking about what you suffered through now that Bucky had mentioned it. You were injured, leaving a bloody trail behind that suddenly cut off.

You could've bled out or been nabbed by your brother's loitering men. None of them knew where you are currently and they couldn't have tracked you since they were busy dealing with your brother's men.

You were smart to make use of the situation, weaving through the chaos to escape. Still, you managing to get out of their sight didn't mean total survival. You were still injured and possibly without supplies.

You had better chances in living with Steve and his team.

Except, Steve also understood your need to escape from them. That doesn't diminish the worry and curiosity for you, however. Steve thought that if you twisted away from your brother and the Strucker family like that, then you'd make a good ally.

"No need to deny it Buck. I mean, you're not the only one. Wanda's looking frazzled too, she seems attached to the woman," Steve eases out.

"That's 'cuz they had some short moments together. It'd be weird if I'm worried about her considering I barely know her," Bucky grumbles to the side. He continues, "I'm not worried about her. I'm just thinking of the intel we could've gotten out of her. She knows more than she lets on."

From the front of their group, Wanda sends them a curious look from her shoulders.

"She was pretty interesting, wasn't she?" She says a beat later. Everyone stares at her and she gives them a secretive smile, "The lone daughter of the dragon empire, she's more than what her brother claimed her to be."

"Yeah, under all the fake pretenses, there's a psychopath who kills and cooks people for revenge," Pietro snickers to the side. Steve and Bucky snort but it quickly turns into muffled laughter when Natasha kicks him in the leg.

"She had her reasons," Natasha says firmly but there's mirth dancing in her eyes.

"Of course you'd defend her. That type of shit is right up your alley," Sam nudges her with a grin. The smile she returns to him is sharp.

Steve watches them with fond eyes, brushing along Bucky as they turn around a corner. Immediately, his gaze falls to one Maria Hill walking towards their direction with a gaggle of serious faced agents.

"Oh good, you're here," She says, nodding to them all. Maria waves away the agents around her. "Fury wants you up there in a minute. He wants a complete report of this mess."

Steve nods and they quickly follow her to an elevator. He meets Bucky's stare through the reflective surface of the elevator. He knows what the man truly wanted.

"I'm requesting a search and retrieve party for the Empires daughter," Steve says. Maria Hill snorts.

"Way ahead of you Rogers. That woman's been in the Red Notice ever since she moved out of their manor. She's currently getting tracked down for retrieval as we speak."

Everyone makes surprised noises. Steve and Bucky share a glance while the twins and Natasha murmured to the side.

"What? What the hell did she do?" Sam asks incredulously.

Maria sent them a glance before facing forward. Pietro chokes on her answer.

"She's the one who killed the former head of their empire."

Fin~

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evilofmagic · 2 years

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Sacrifice

Beatrix x reader

Shortcut: Beatrix protects you from Sebastian.

Tw: blood,death,self-harm

"You're not going to win this," I said coming out from around the corner dropping Sky to the ground making Bloom run up to him and the crystal shatter.

"I never trusted you and I was right" I said with a trunphal smile.

He tried to throw a gust of wind at me but I moved out of the way.

"I wouldn't advise messing with her," said Beatrix coming towards me.

"It's fun to save the world" said Beatrix looking at me and then at Sebastian.

She quickly pushed me away I didn't know what was going on until I heard a crack and Beatrix falling to the ground.

"No" I shouted running up to her with blood pouring from her head I didn't know what to do.

"Stay here Beatrix stay with me" I shouted but got no response although I tried to stop the bleeding the blood continued to pour.

I paid no attention to anything until I heard crying and turned to see Stella through the tears. I shook my head looking at her and turned my gaze back to my girlfriend's murderer.

I stood up and my eyes glowed white I walked over to him and punched him and then again. Anger flowed through me and suddenly wings appeared I directed my magic at him and the girls joined in.

He crumbled into ash and I gasped and immediately returned to Beatrix's body.

I took her head in my lap and combed through her hair, ignoring the blood. I burst out crying, I'd lost her, she wasn't coming back she realised.

I was rocking with her body against mine, holding her and not wanting to let go. I heard crying behind me and I didn't have to turn around to know it was Stella.

No one dared approach me and I wasn't going to move I cried for hours until finally I had to leave so she could have a dignified funeral.

I left but not before I gave her a goodbye kiss.

No more movie nights.

No more cuddles.

No more sweet dates.

Kisses at bedtime and in the morning.

Laughing at inept students.

Planning to always be one step ahead of everyone else.

The origami I used to make for her.

The roses I used to get.

The teasing in front of others.

Whispering sweet nothings.

It was all gone.

I walked into the dorm numbly not paying attention to the girls.

I went to the shower to wash off all the blood that only reminded me. I got out of the shower and got dressed in my pyjamas. I started to leave but looked at my hands and saw the blood on them I immediately went back in without closing the door and started to scrub my hands.

They hurt but the red didn't go away. I hit the mirror above the sink with both fists and finally saw my blood.

I fell to the floor sobbing I couldn't accept that I had lost me.

"Why you why not me" I asked myself this question like a mantra until someone knocked on the door.

A blonde woman walked into the toilet and picked me up off the floor and I snuggled my head into her neck.

"Why her why her Stel" I asked crying I was sure her shirt was soaked.

She sat down on the sofa and planted me in her lap but I didn't turn away from her neck. I knew all the girls were in the room I sensed them and really tried to look for Beatrix but she wasn't there. It was stupid after all she had died how would she be here but I wanted her to be here we were going to celebrate the two of us.

"She wanted to be good, she wanted to apologise this was supposed to be the first fucking step" she said looking at the window.

"She died because of me and she didn't have time to apologise to you Stel she wanted it so badly" I said looking at her.

"She didn't die because of you but because of Sebastian" said Musa her eyes glowed purple.

"Everything will change without her it won't be the same" I said with tears in my eyes.

"I'm going to bed I want to be alone" I said leaving and throwing myself on my bed.

I cried into my pillow and sleep took me unexpectedly.

#beatrix x reader #fate the saga winx #stella #stella of solaria #stella x reader #winx #fate the saga winx x reader #fate saga winx #saga winx #musa #bloom #lesbian #lgbt

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doomfox · 2 years

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That Silver and Eclipse fight scene was really good, can we see a continuation of what happened next? 👀 How demon dad dealt with the aftermath?

Wade hissed. Sharp teeth bared and a whiplike tail writhed as he pressed an alcohol wipe to the side of his snout. He gave it a few wipes before swapping for a clump of tissue paper, inspecting the material to find it absorbing blood.

Green blood. Not red.

Wade tossed the tissue paper into the toilet and looked back to the mirror, checking his wounds. Three slash marks, very clear against the white flesh of his snout. They weren't deep and they appeared to already be healing, but they still stung.

Ugh. Wade still felt uncomfortable looking at himself in a mirror. From the horn-like growths framing his head to the black and red scales to the tip of his tail, none of it was him. Even his eyes were unrecognisable, black and glassy with slit yellow pupils. Nothing human left.

But he had to march on. He didn't have a choice. Especially with three kids under his care, two of which were in for a stern talking-to at this moment. Wade sighed and quickly washed his hands under the tap, putting his dad hat back on and leaving the bathroom.

He quickly checked on Shadow, who remained on the couch where he'd left him. The fight had overwhelmed the poor kid, and he'd more or less shut down until Wade was able to soothe him into a stable condition. Wade left his eldest son with a juice box and his 3DS, Shadow happily settling down with some Mario while his father went to take care of the business of fathering.

Wade roused the boys in question, and carted them off to the kitchen where they were instructed to sit at the table beside each other. Wade ran himself a glass of water, the two boys staring guiltily at his back while leaning away from one another.

"okay..." the adult said, leaning against the counter and folding his arms. He remained still, yellow eyes regarding the kids while his tail flicked at his ankles. "Do you two want to tell me what that was all about?" The two boys remained silent, sheepishly looking away. Wade grunted and wore a grimace. "One of you's going to have to. Because Shadow sure as heck can't verbalise it right now."

Silver's ears drooped flat, while Eclipse bared his teeth. "It's not my fault!" the Darkling protested, tail whipping side to side, "he started it!"

Silver jerked as a claw jabbed in his direction, "That's not true!" the grey hedgehog whined, "he was being a jerk!"

"I don't care who started it," Wade raised a hand and glared at the kids, keeping his Black Arms instincts in check and maintaining his cool, "I'm finishing it. Because your brother just had a minor freak-out and the tv is in pieces. And by the way, I can't afford to replace that so I guess no more tv for any of us! Now, what in God's name were you fighting about??"

Silver spoke up first, the grey hedgehog speaking timidly. "I wanted to play with Shadow on the Switch, but he wouldn't let me..."

"Okay. And then what?" Wade's eyes switched to the other boy. "Eclipse?"

The Darkling's attention was presently focused on Wade's tail, presently flicking and writhing while the man tried to keep his hands still. Wade forced himself to stop the motion. He didn't need to telegraph to the kids his agitation at the moment. He raised his hands and attempted to snap his fingers, failing but getting the Darkling's attention all the same. Eclipse' eyes darted up and the Darkling scowled. "I was already playing with Shadow! Silver wasn't even there at first, he just came in and started demanding me to stop! It wasn't fair!"

"It's mine and Shadow's Switch!" Silver protested, "I should be able to play whenever I want!"

"And Shadow's my brother!" Eclipse sneered, muzzle splitting into a mocking grin, "my real brother!"

Silver's quills raised and he glared at the Darkling. "I've known him longer!! He's more my brother than yours!!!"

"That's stupid!"

"You're stupid!"

"Stop!" Wade raised both hands, signalling for peace. He wrapped his tail around an ankle and locked it there, already losing control over his own body language. He took a breath, counted to three, and tried approaching the situation again. "Silver. You know what to do when you somebody has a toy you want?"

Silver lowered his head and his ears drooped. "Ask nicely..."

"That's right. Now..." Wade paused to take a drink of water. "What happened next?"

"He started shouting at me!" Eclipse said before Silver could speak, "he told me nobody wants me here and... and that everyone hates me and that I should just leave! And then he pushed me! He pushed me over the table and hurt me!!!"

That hadn't been expected. Silver was not a physically confrontational child. If anything, Silver was just mouthy when he was upset. Wade took a moment to absorb the information before turning to set his eyes on Silver. "Silver? Is that true?"

The hedgehog's silence spoke volumes, Silver refusing to meet his dad or Eclipses' eyes. "Silver. Did you push Eclipse?" Silver's head nodded timidly and Wade sighed. "Okay. You're grounded for a month." Silver's mouth flapped open but before he could protest Wade continued. "Go to your room. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Eclipse, you're not off the hook. Stay here."

Silver looked like a deer in headlights, staring at his dad as though Wade would magically change his mind. When it was obvious he wasn't going to, his lip began to tremble and Silver stormed off, out of the kitchen and down the hall before slamming his bedroom door closed.

Wade drained his water glass and refilled it, briefly rubbing at his snout. He checked his hand for blood and found none. "Eclipse..." he said, turning around and setting eyes on the Darkling, "we need to talk. About this."

Eclipse's eyes scanned over Wade's face, and the three slash marks very visible on his pale muzzle. The Darkling shrank in his seat and scowled, tail raising into his hands. "Was an accident," he muttered, staring at his tail, "I didn't mean to do it."

Wade grunted. "Would you have done this to Silver if I hadn't intervened?"

Eclipses' eyes went wide at the accusation. "No! I was mad but I didn't want to really hurt him or anything!! You just startled me, is all..."

Wade Wanted to give this kid a chance. Despite everything Eclipse had saved his life, and was clearly a child. But if he kept up his vicious behaviour, he dreaded to think what might happen. "Eclipse..." he said, approaching the Darkling and locking eyes, "I'm not stupid. Silver pushed you and you fought back, didn't you?"

"Of course I did..." Eclipse muttered, seeming very small beneath the larger adult's scrutiny.

"Well, it's not okay. Not like that. This..." Wade lowered, crouching on his haunches and pointing at his snout. "Isn't okay. You can't behave like that. It's one thing hurting me that way. I understand and I can take it. And I..." he considered his words carefully before continuing. "And I don't believe you'd hurt Shadow or Silver this way. But imagine if you were to do this to a human?" Wade let that hang in the air a moment, not once taking his eyes away from Eclipses', "I don't know how I could protect you from the consequences. I don't know if I could. And not even just you," Wade's eyes briefly flicked to inspect his own hand, resting on the table. His tail curled around his feet. "But all of us. Somebody would come for us, and I don't know what would happen then. I don't know how I could keep you guys safe. I don't like thinking about how bad things could get, but if you - or Shadow or Silver, or even me - hurt somebody this way..." He shook his head, words failing him. "I don't think there'd be any coming back. We'd lose everything." Wade looked away, feeling like he'd run a marathon. "Do you understand me?" the former human looked back to Eclipse and made sure the Darkling paid rapt attention. "Eclipse, do you understand me?"

Eclipse stared into his eyes, remaining silent for some moments, before nodding. "Yes."

Wade figured that was as much as he could handle for now. He was so tired he could have collapsed right there and then. "Thank you. Now, as for tonight... because of how you reacted to Silver, how you reacted to me, and because you both broke the tv, you're also grounded for a month. That means..." Wade paused, considering his options. He glanced at the fridge, picturing the raw meats Eclipse liked to eat. "No snacks or treats. And no steaks. For a month, also."

"What??" Eclipse reared on his chair, eyes going wide and fangs baring, "are you trying to starve me???"

"You get your three meals a day, kiddo. You won't starve. And trust me, I'll know if you've been sneaking, Ain't my first rodeo. And..." Wade considered other things he could withhold. "And no long walks. You can go out for half an hour, but I expect you back within that time."

Eclipse might as well have been told his liver was being taken out and sold. "I'm a prisoner!" he hissed, shrinking miserably in his chair, "I;ve been betrayed!!! By my own d......... guardian!!!"

Wade cocked his head at that, but ultimately decided he was too tired to press the matter. He just wanted sleep now. "Okay, we'll talk more tomorrow. Go to your pit and go to bed."

Eclipse scowled but did as he was told, sliding from his chair and slinking out of the kitchen and heading for his nest in the garage. Wade watched the Darkling leave and released a massive sigh. The night's events had left him drained, and he felt like he could curl up on the floor right now and just go to sleep. He still had his eldest kid to see to though, and he raised from his crouch and finished his water, heading for the living room where he'd left Shadow. He briefly cast sad eyes at the broken television, once again inspecting the huge cracks that covered the screen. He wondered how he was going to afford to pay for that - he wasn't exactly in work any more due to his 'condition' - but was too fatigued to bother thinking about it right now. He'd deal with that tomorrow. Along with all the other curveballs life was throwing him these days.

Wade looked to the couch now, to find Shadow curled in a partial ball, arms wrapped around himself and knees up to his chest. The little hedgehog was breathing quietly, eyes closed, sound asleep.

A faint smile tweaked his muzzle. Despite everything, having his kids around was still the best thing that had ever happened to him, and the biggest reason he'd found to keep going since the accident. Having Eclipse around now was proving to be problematic, but so long as Shadow and Silver were there...

Again, the dreaded thoughts of what could happen if any of his alien children hurt a human being ran through his mind. He knew he could never abandon his kids, no matter what they did, but if it did happen...

He forced it from his mind. Thinking about how he was going to pay for the tv was enough stress. If Wade still had hair, it would have gone grey and fallen out five times by now.

Instead, Wade gently lifted Shadow and settled himself on the couch, clutching his eldest sin close to him, almost wrapping him in the hoodie he almost permanently wore these days. Shadow mumbled and blinked sleepily but Wade hushed him, hugging his son in his arms and curling on the couch. Wade stretched out, his tail dropping over the end of the couch, and he closed his eyes. He didn't intend to sleep here, he just wanted a few moments of peace with one of his kids at least.

He was asleep not even a minute later.

#Ask #livingthewritelife things #stillafanofsonic #Darkling Wade #Eclipse the Darkling #Wade Whipple #Shadow Whipple #Silver Whipple

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Save Me/ 13

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- Reader in pain, body image issues, descriptions of stitches, ripping stitches, mean nurse, high risk pregnancy, stitching with no anesthetic, BTS are amazing, Yoongi is the perfect boyfriend

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@xuxibelle @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!

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J POV

After a few days in intensive care, they deem me strong enough to be moved to a normal room

It's a private room because of who Yoongi is

And they gave me a bigger hospital bed for me and Yoongi

It's not as big as the one at home but we fit

Now that I'm not hooked up to machines, he can sleep in the bed with me

My jaw is still wired shut but it needs to be opened often so I could eat

A nurse showed me and Yoongi how to do it

I feel bad because Yoongi is here with me all the time

And he helps me with everything; sitting, standing, walking, helping me to the bathroom, eating, helping me shower, everything

He refuses to leave the hospital for anything even when I encourage him to while I sleep

I've started physical therapy and it hurts so much after

Both my arms feel like they're on fire and my leg kills me

And I can't have pain medication

I wouldn't take any anyway

I'm not going to hurt our baby

I try not to show Yoongi how much it hurts but my body is in constant pain

I don't let him see me cry from it

I usually do that when he's sleeping or when I'm in the bathroom

But it's getting harder to deal with

Today the nurses took off the bandage on my eye and head

They cleaned the stitches like the way they do to all of them on my body

The nurse asks me if I need the bathroom and I nod

Yoongi gets up but I shake my head

"It's ok baby. She's here so let her help me. You rest", I write on the pad

"Jo, it's not a prob-"

"Please rest naekkeo. You do everything. It's ok", I ask

I can tell he wants to argue but he does what I ask and sits in the chair

The nurse helps me to the bathroom and I take it from there, closing the door and going to he toilet

After I'm done using it, I wash my hands

I avoid the mirror for a few minutes

I know I have other stitches on my face but I haven't seen these

I'm scared to look

It takes me awhile to lift my eyes to my face

When I do, I have to stop myself from screaming

Not that I could with my jaw shut

"Shit", I whisper in my head instead

I stare in horror

I have stitches running from my left eyebrow and around my left eye socket and they end on the bridge of my nose

There's another one starting from the left side of my forehead and goes into my hair line on the right side

They shaved some of my hair on the side for the stitches

Another one runs along my left jaw

And the one that's down my right eye, that starts from my forehead to my jaw, is still puffy, red and raw

The stitches around my eyes are the worst

The incision around the left eye is so much longer than last time.

The skin around it is puffy and bruised from being hit

My eyelid is completely covered in a purple bruise

My actual eyeball is red

I think some blood vessels popped when he hit me

I can only open the eye a little bit

When I do the pain is intense and I have to close it

I look horrific, like a monster from a horror movie

My other eye starts to tear up and tears fall down my face.

Those stitches combined with all the other ones and the scars from last time make me look so ugly

I never thought I was beautiful to begin with but I looked normal

Now I'm hideous

A monster

There's a knock on the door

"Ms. Russo are you ok?"

Fuck

I let out a breath

I calm myself but I hate the way I look

I fix my hair so that it covers my eyes and forehead as best as it can

I open the door, looking down

The nurse reaches for me and holds me up while I walk

She gets me back on the bed and leaves

"Hey baby are you ok? You were in there a long time", Yoongi asks, concern in his voice

"Uhhhh hhuuhh", I choke out

He reaches to move the hair from my face but I back away

"Dnnt"

"But your hair is in your face"

"Eeevve iiit"

"Joanne what's wrong? You're scaring me. Please tell me what's wrong", he asks desperately

I grab the pad and pencil

"I...I...don't want you to see me", I write

"What? Why not?"

"Because.."

"Why jagi?"

"Because I'm ugly!", I write, "I look like a freak with all these scars and the new stitches on my face. I look like a monster stitched together!"

"Baby no! Don't say that. Your beautiful jagi.", he exclaims immediately

"Not anymore"

"Yes you are. You're always beautiful no matter what. You're not a freak or a monster. Don't say that. It's not true."

I start sobbing again

This is so much to deal with

It's overwhelming

"Don't cry baby. It's ok. It'll be ok"

He pulls me to him and holds me

When my sobs die down, I move away and sit up.

Yoongi reaches for my hair again and this time I let him push it out of the way

I don't look at him

I don't want to see the disgust in his eyes

"Joanne, jagi look at me", he whispers

I slowly turn to face him and lift my gaze to his

What I see in his eyes makes me tear up again

It's love

Just love

Nothing else

No horror, no disgust, nothing

Love

"Still beautiful", he whispers

I shake my head

"Yes. Yes you are. You'll always be to me"

I look back at him and he smiles his famous gummy smile at me

I manage a small painful smile back at him

I look down then write, "They shaved my hair"

"It'll grow back baby, don't worry. It looks fine"

I look at him again and say, "I luv uuu Gi"

"I love you too Jo"

He pulls me back to him and I willingly go, hugging him so tightly

Yoongi and I are laying down after my physical therapy, watching t.v., holding me in his arms

I'm so lucky and grateful I have him

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The nurse recommended that I keep my hair out of my face so I don't irritate the stitches or possibly infect them

I can't lift my hands over my head to do my hair, so Yoongi tied it up for me

And he did a good job

"How do you know how to do a ponytail?", I asked showing him the paper

He shrugs, "I did it once for Tae and it was a success. I just tried again with you. It was a bit harder because your hair is so long and I had to make sure I pulled all of it out before I twisted the hair thing again."

"Wow. Now you have to learn how to braid"

I show him the pad and smile

He laughs out loud and says, "Sure baby. I'll learn for you. I'll make your hair look pretty. You make me look pretty all the time."

I let out a giggle and he pulls me to him, kissing my head

"Tv?", he asks and I nod

Yoongi found a Disney movie on the tv and we've been watching Tangled.

Yoongi is laughing at something Flynn Rider says when the door opens.

Jungkook pokes his head in

"Hi Jo, uh can we come in?"

I nod and move too fast to get up, raising my arm the wrong way as I take my pony tail out because I don't want them to see my face

Pain radiates in my body but it slices through my shoulder and I make a sound

"Hold on jagi, I'll help you", Yoongi says

He helps me lay down so he can move his arms from around me and help me sit up

Once I'm up, I pull my hair over my stitches

My shoulder is on fire but I try not to show how much it hurts but some sounds come out

"Where does it hurt jagi?", Yoongi asks

I motion for my pad and pen and Yoongi gives it to me

"Everywhere"

"I'm sorry baby. Where does it hurt the most?"

"My shoulder right now. I think I pulled something"

"Let me see baby."

He pulls the front of my hospital gown a little bit so he can look

His head snaps up, panic in his eyes "You're bleeding"

He turns to Tae, "Get a nurse"

Tae runs out immediately

"Jagi you're hair", he reaches to fix it again but I shake my head

"I don't want them to see", I write

"Jagi..", he starts but I write "Please" and I see him relent

Tae comes back a minute later with a nurse

"Let me see. Do you want them to leave?", she motions to the guys

I shake my head

The room is big.

They can sit away for a few minutes

She pulls down the gown a little to access my shoulder.

She carefully removes the bandage covering the bullet wound.

The stitches on my body and arms are still covered to keep the clothes from irritating them

"Ok. It looks like you ripped some stitches open. That's why you're bleeding. Did you make any quick movements?"

I nod

"She tried to get up when they came in and she made a sound"

The nurse nodded

"You moved your shoulder too hard too fast right?"

I nod

"Ok, I'll get someone to come and stitch you up again."

I swallow

Are they going to give me anything during it?

I'm scared

"She'll be in, in a moment"

I grab the pen and write, "Yoongi I'm scared"

"Why jagi?", he asks confused

"Because what if they don't give me anything? It's going to hurt"

"I...I dont know Jo."

"What's wrong?", Hobi asks

I give him the pad and he reads it

"Why wouldn't they give you anything?", he asks

"Baby", I write

"Oh shit. I forgot. That's why they barely gave you any during surgery.", he says

What?

I glance at Yoongi

"They didn't want to risk the baby so they gave as little as possible", he answers

So they may not give me anything

"What are they giving her for the pain? Maybe it can be just a little like that", Jin suggests

"Uh nothing", Yoongi responds

"What do you mean nothing?"

"I mean nothing besides maybe one Tylenol every few hours. She can't take anything with the baby. And she refused to risk taking anything."

"You're kidding", Jimin says dropping his mouth in surprise

Yoongi shakes his head, "No. And the doctor is afraid to give her anything because of how weak her body is. He doesn't want to risk anything happening to the baby"

"Damn", Jin murmurs

"Jo...does it hurt?, Jungkook asks

I nod

"A lot?", he asks, voice quiet

I nod again

"She's always in pain", Yoongi says not looking at me, "She tries to hide how much from me but I see it"

I look at him in shock

He knew but didn't say anything?

He looks up at me, "I know Jo. I hear you crying when you think I'm sleeping, I see your face when you think I'm not looking, I hear you cry in the bathroom. I didn't want to say anything and get you upset but I know how much it hurts. You don't have to hide it from me."

Why did I think I could hide it from him?

He's not only my boyfriend but my best friend.

He knows when I'm lying or hiding something from him.

"I'm sorry.", I write, "I didn't want you to worry more than you already do."

"I know Jo, but I'm going to worry no matter what. I love you. Please don't hide anything anymore. I want to help you."

I nod, holding his hand tightly

He's right, I shouldn't hide anything from him

Especially not after hiding the abuse Han-Jae out me through

He doesn't deserve that or anymore surprises

The door opens and the nurse comes in

Yoongi POV

Fuck

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

The nurse comes in and walks over to me and Joanne

"Hi. I'm here to fix your stitches"

I glance at her and I see she's afraid

I hate seeing her like this

"Will you be giving her anything to numb her shoulder?", I ask

The nurse shakes her head

"Because of her condition she is very weak and that alone affects her pregnancy. We don't want to take any unnecessary chances. I'm sorry."

She looks at me and shakes her head, "Nooo, Gi, Nooo"

She moves back from the nurse and cries out in pain as she moves

"Jagi, don't move. You're going to hurt yourself", I panic

"Noooo..ooo"

The fear in her eyes is breaking my heart

She shouldn't have to be in anymore pain

She's had enough for a lifetime

"Ms. Russo, I'm sorry but your wound needs to be re-stitched. I have to take the old ones out, disinfect it and close it. It will hurt and I'm sorry for that. But if you won't hold still, we will have to restrain you to stitch you up"

I stare at this nurse in shock and fucking fury

What the fuck?

Seriously?

After everything she's been through, they'd restrain her?

Like what, tie her to the bed?

The hell they will

She grabs my hand and I look at her to see her looking at me with terror and tears in her eyes, shaking her head rapidly

And I get even more pissed than I already was

This fucking woman is terrifying her

Like pain, she's had enough terror for the rest of her life

"Yeah you're not going to do that", I snarl

"We will if necessary", she replies coldly

"Do you know what she's been through? Do you know that she was held down while she was beaten, stabbed and shot? And after all that you want to tie her down again?", I growl, "No fucking way"

She stares at me with wide eyes

"I..oh...I didn't...know...", she stutters

"Yeah well now you do. And we want another nurse. Not you. So get one", I snap

She nods and runs out of the room

"Was she serious? That's insane!", Tae says upset

"That was never going to happen", I respond

"No we wouldn't have let it happen either", Namjoon says

I turn back to her, who is looking down at the bed, her hair in her face.

I sit next to her and try to reason with her, "Jo, you have to let them fix your shoulder ok? I'm not going to let them tie you down. The guys won't let them either. But they have to fix it so your shoulder can get better. I know you're scared jagi and I'll be right here next to you ok?"

She doesn't answer, just cries more

I hate seeing her like this, I hate asking this of her

"Jo, please?", I beg

Finally she looks up at me and nods

"Should we go?", Jin asks and I look at her

She shakes her head

She writes, "I want you next to me and I need them to distract me"

"She wants you to stay and distract her.", I tell them

"Ok", Hobi says, "We can do that"

A new nurse comes in and smiles at us

"Hi Ms. Russo. I'm going to be fixing your shoulder. I know the other nurse told you that we can't numb the area. We're doing that for the safety of your baby ok?"

I like this nurse better than the other one instantly

She's nicer and seems to be understanding

"It's going to be unpleasant but I promise to fix it as quickly as I can and with as little pain as I can possibly give you. We're going to do a double layer of stitches since there is a hole in your body"

"Okkkk", she whispers

"If you'd like we can loosen the wiring on your jaw during this"

She shakes her head and writes on the pad, "No. If you do I'll just scream. Everything hurts and I can't take anymore pain. I know I'll scream"

The nurse reads what she wrote and looks at her with sympathy, "I understand and I'm so sorry you're in pain."

She doesn't say anything so I say "Thanks for understanding"

She nods, "Of course. Ms. Russo , if you could just move closer to me so I can see your shoulder. I can do this on the bed or a chair. Whichever you'd prefer"

"Bed", she writes

The nurse nods

Joanne looks at me and I help her move closer to the nurse

"Can you please tie your hair back?"

Fuck

She freezes, her hand squeezing mine hard

"It's ok jagi", I say, flipping back to the page where she said she didn't want the guys to see her and show the nurse

The nurse reads it and nods, telling her, "I understand but I need your hair back to avoid it getting tangled with the stitches. We don't want to have to do this again because of an accident or infection."

Then she says lowly to her, "You have a wonderful boyfriend and friends. I'm sure they won't even think twice about the stitches on your face", she smiles

Joanne gives her a small smile, then looks at me, holds out her hair tie and asks, "Plleez Gi"

"Of course baby"

She's already propped up, so I just take her hair and tie it up for her.

She avoids looking at the guys

I look at them and I don't see any of them looking at her differently

I nod at them and they nod back

J POV

"Ok we can begin", the nurse says

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

When Yoongi ties my hair back, I don't hear anything from the guys

No cries

No gasps

Nothing

When I look back at them, they're just smiling at me encouragingly

"It's going to be fine Jo", Hobi smiles

"You're a tough girl Jo. You'll be fine", Jimin says

I smile back at them, relieved that I have the best friends in the world

And the most amazing boyfriend

Yoongi is right next to me, holding my handa and smiling encouragingly

"I'm going to take the stitches out first", the nurse says

She's nice

She didn't threaten to tie me down like the other one

That's a huge plus in her favor

"Don't look jagi", Yoongi says, so I look at him

He softly cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin

It feels nice

When she pulls the first stitch out, I flinch and make a sound

"I'm sorry.", the nurse apologizes

Fuck, fuck

I hate this and I'm so scared I'm trembling but I'm trying so hard not to and this is all so overwhelming and stressful and I feel like I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown

"So Jo what's up? Do you miss us?", Jungkook asks

I nod

I did miss them

"Good. Because we missed you", he smiles

They talk to me as the nurse pulls out the stitches and it hurts but they're kinda distracting me

"I'm going to clean it now. It may burn", the nurse says softly

Shit, oh god, no

"Jo you need to come to my studio so you can hear some songs I wrote for Hope World two", Hobi smiles

I nod and smile

Until I feel a wet cloth press against my skin

And feel my shoulder burn

"Aaammmmmmm", I scream

I grip Yoongi's hand tight as I scream and breathe rapidly

It hurts, it hurts!

The cloth is taken away but is soon put back

Fire races up and down my shoulder and I scream again and start to cry

I can't help it

I want to move, to run away but the nurse is talking

"Please don't move. I know it hurts, I know. But please don't move"

"Jo, jagi. I'm right here", Yoongi says, trying to get me to look at him

I hear him but I can't focus on his face

My good eye is full of tears

And I can't open the bad one

I feel someone else sit on the bed and grip my leg

I look and see Jungkook sitting there, holding on to me

"It's ok Jo. We're here", he says softly

I feel my hair being stroked and I see Hobi standing next to the bed

He smiles at me

Yoongi is holding my hand and rubbing my arm

The rest of the guys come a bit closer

"I'm going to start stitching now. I'll do it as fast as I can. Please, please don't move", the nurse informs me

The needle is pushed into my skin and it's excruciating

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", I scream again forcing my body to not move

I feel more tears come and I can't stop them

The second needle hole makes me cry out and when she pulls to tighten the stitch it hurts and I sob in agony

Jungkook is rubbing my leg and Hobi is still stroking my hair

Yoongi has one hand on my cheek again, stroking it with his thumb

"It's almost done jagi. Almost"

I look at him and see him crying too

That panics me more because I don't want him to be upset

I decided to try to be more calm, if I can manage

I breath in, then out and prepare myself for the pain

The nurse puts the needle through my skin again and instead of crying out I just grunt

But I can't stop the tears

"Hey Jo! What color is a hamburger?", Jin yells

What?

What is he talking about?

I glance up at him

"Burgundy!", he yells and he laughs his famous windshield wiper laugh

I crack a smile through the pain

Yoongi smiles at me, nodding encouragingly

I love Jin's jokes

Everyone thinks I'm so weird for liking them but I find them hilarious

"How does a cow laugh?", he asks

Another stitch

"Moohaha!"

I let out a giggle, right as the needle passes through again.

It hurts like hell but laughing is distracting me

Jin continues to tell me jokes while the nurse stitches me, making me laugh

"Unbelievabubble!"

I keep laughing, the jokes are really funny and soon the nurse says "Done"

I slump against the bed and close my eye, breathing in

"I'm going to put some cream on this and put a new bandage. Please don't make any more sudden movements. If you need help you can press the red button on the bed."

I nod

I definitely am gonna be more careful

I can't do this again

Once I'm bandaged the nurse smiles, "You did great"

"Annnkkss"

She nods, saying she's gonna come back to check on the stitches later and then she leaves

"You really did good Jo. I'd be a bigger, crying, screaming mess", Hobi says

"Yeah but you scream like that for a papercut", Namjoon teases

"Hey!", Hobi glares

"It's true", Tae shrugs

"Whatever", he sniffs

I motion for the paper

I write something and hold it up to them

"Thanks for being here with me"

"Of course Jo. We're never going to leave you. You're stuck with us", Tae answers seriously

I smile, happy and grateful for that

My friends, my boyfriend and I talk for the rest of the time they stay, laughing and joking

None of them say anything about my face

None of them look at me differently

They are amazing and I love them so much

#save me #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fic #min yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi fanfic #bts yoongi fic #bts yoongi fanfic #suga fic #suga fanfic #suga fanfiction #bts suga fic #bts suga fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #btsfanfiction

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Temptation Pt12

Trigger Warning! Mentions of abuse and sexual assault/rape at the beginning- doesn't go into detail

Bella's safe, she spent a few nights in hospital, but is now home with a cast on her broken leg. Carlisle had told her parents that she fell down a flight of stairs and through a window. Now it's time for the prom. Alice and I are helping Bella get ready for the prom. I'm doing her hair and Alice is doing her makeup

"Kat?"

"Hmm" I hum in response

"Why weren't you bothered with the blood?" Bella asks looking at me

"I guess I never really told you my story did I. Well, it's kinda hard for me to talk about, but I have never been bothered with blood really. I'd much rather eat food, maybe if I had both I wouldn't have to eat as much, but it doesn't bother me. I would much rather eat a rare steak, but as you know my family aren't the best cooks"

"Hey" Alice nudges me

"But we get by, Carlisle will buy me raw meat, which I'm not overly keen on, but it really helps me build my strength up"

"How did you turn?"

"She hasn't even told us the whole story. Just that she was dying and a vampier bit her"

"Carlisle?" Bella ask looking at me through the mirror. Sadly I shake my head

"No, James" I reply "1930 my pack here in Forks was attacked by another, everyone either fled or died. The leader of the enemy pack had lost his mate, the one he imprinted on, so he wanted someone younger, me. I lived with them for 2 years enduring everything from beatings to sexual assault. One day I found out I was pregnant and I managed to escape" I look up from brushing Bella's hair to her face in the mirror, even Alice had stopped doing Bella's makeup to look at me "months went by and I managed to hunt and live on my own, but things got hard when I was due to give birth, I wasn't able to move as quick. Then one night when a storm had blew in, I went into labour. I guess I was never caught because I don't give off a sent, but when I started to bleed I was found. That night I gave birth to a baby girl" I smile remembering my babies blue eyes. My face quickly changes "they thought I was dead. Thats when I heard fighting, wolves fighting. Eventually it was over, but I was lying in a wood, bleeding to death. I was praying that my body could heal it's self, and it was just slowly. A vampier came, James, took one bite of me then let go. Another vampire came, who I later learned was Carlisle. He saved me, but I refused to go with him because I was half wolf"

"I'm so sorry"

"Things go better eventually"

"So how did you meet the Cullens then if you didn't leave with Carlisle?" I look at Alice who smiles

"I stayed in Forks for a bit, kept an eye on my daughter, her name was Judith. It turns out that the enemy pack was run out of town. I thought it would be better though if I left so I moved to Tenasee where I saw Emmett for the first time. We didn't meet till many years later of course. I went back to Forks, lived on my own for so many years in the shadows watching my daughter grow, fall in love, get married and in 1955 she gave birth to a baby boy Billy Black" Bella and Alice both gasp "I stayed watching over them for another 5 years, before I started to get lonely. Knowing they would both be safe in the pack I left, fled to Alaska of all places. Then my first day of school I met Edward and Alice". We finish helping get Bella ready and jump out of the window running back to our house so we can get ready ourselves.

At the prom Emmett and I walk along the red carpet and have our photo taken, Alice and Jasper are behind us. We go over to the the drinks table

"Is there food?" I ask taking a cup, Emmett smiles shaking his head

"Come on lets go dance" I drink my drink and taken Emmett's hand as we walk over to the dance floor

"All right, slowing it down" Eric says as the upbeat music turns into a slow song. Emmett wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap mine around his neck. I place my head on his shoulder

"I'm so glad Edward decided not to kill you that first day of school

"As am I" I chuckled "Emmett"

"Hmmm" he hums into my hair

"I want to tell you and the others about what happened, how I became, this"

"You don't have to tell us anything"

"I'm guessing Edward probably already knows, due to the mind reading thing, but I told Alice and Bella tonight. I'm ready to tell you" I look up into Emmett''s eyes

"Later, lets enjoy now" I nod my head before placing it back on Emmett's shoulders "I love you"

"I love you too"

#twilight x reader #twilight #emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #rosalie hale #breaking dawn #new moon #eclipse

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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Broken-Style Remix: Yandere Mother Talia Al Ghul

Broken: When it comes to Yandere Mothers, Talia Al Ghul is one of my favorites; considering how obsessed she is with her baby daddy. Recently, I came into a Yandere Talia Al Ghul Image made by @anxiousnerdwritings & with their permission, I have been allowed to make this Broken-Style Remix! Now, let the words weave together!!!

@anxiousnerdwritings's version: LINK

SUBTITLE: THE ONE YOU THREW AWAY

Talia Al Ghul wanted things thing and would do anything to obtain those things - Complete Control & Undeniable Power. She was the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul - The Head Demon of the League of Assassin & Immortal Mad-Man, well...not anymore; now Talia was on the Throne as Head of the League of Assassins, but there was a time before everything went to hell. Talia always wanted to have power but she also wanted someone to share it with - that came in the form of the Protector of Gotham - The Masked Savior, Batman. Talia was entranced by his power and skill, he would have been a perfect partner to rule with if he wasn't so hesitant to kill but she could sculpt him to fit her mold one way or another but first she needed to get him on her side. Her father thought of him as the perfect heir but there was no way the protector would join him, so Talia planned and that plan was to give herself and Bruce an heir - the perfect combination of the two of them. However, a wrench was thrown into that plan when inside of one - there were two.

A Son & A Daughter.

A Son that mirrored his father in young as he would in adulthood, with the exception of the emerald eyes that Talia possessed - the eyes of an Al Ghul. He was given the name Damian.

Her daughter was another story: she grew to look just as Talia did in her youth but she had her father's calm blue eyes - the eyes of a protector. The eyes of a Wayne. The eyes of a savior, not a killer - she was flawed with those eyes. She was named Bellatrix - just as her father, she would be expected to be a great warrior.

When it was time to hone their skills, it was clear that they were the perfect combination of the Al Ghul and Wayne Genes - Damian more. He was the perfect killer, merciless and quick; he wouldn't give his enemies time to speak. No, enemies were too kind of a word to describe them - they were his prey while he was the hunter. He didn't care how many he had to cut down; he would never tire until all of them were dead at his feet.

Bellatrix - on the other hand - was a different story. It was clear she had the skills, it was obvious that she had the power, but the main issue was that she wouldn't finish the job; she lacked the most important trait of the Al Ghul Bloodline - she refused to kill. Talia feared this - she was just like her father and she didn't want weakness into the pain; especially since she was the eldest of the two. She either had to fix the problem or completely remove it.

And she would much prefer the latter.

Ra's loved his grandchildren all the same - he didn't care of Bellatrix didn't kill, he was pleased enough that she was able to complete impossible tasks alone and come back unscabbed. He would praise her and he would train with her in his free time - the two of them were fond of meditation to keep themselves centered.

"Remember Granddaughter: If you are completely centered then there is nothing you can't overcome. Knowing your center is knowing your true power." - That is what Ra's would tell her during those times.

As time passed on, Talia noticed that Bellatrix gained in power and knowledge every day while her son showed just how much of an Al Ghul he was every time he went on a mission, but that didn't matter to Talia - that girl...that mistake...was a single dot in the way of her son's rightful place as Head of The League & she had to something about it.

And she did.

One night - Talia told Bellatrix to accompany her to the desert for recon and the girl agreed, thinking it was going to be a mother-daughter experience. The two of them sourced their bounds but found nothing, Bellatrix looked around the dunes to see if there was something hiding in the desert's darkness until her body made her move and she dodged just in the next of time as a blade came in close contact with her throat. She reached for her sword, only for her hand to be grabbed, and turned it to her back. She was then grabbed from other directions before being kicked in the back of her knees and came to her knees in the sand. She struggled and looked at the cloaked figures that held her until she looked at her mother.

"Mother! Help!" She begged for her mother.

"Why would I do that," Talia walked over to her bound daughter as one of the assassins handed her a sword, "When it took me so long to get you here?" Talia looked into her daughter's eyes with emptiness.

"You...You planned this? Mother, why would you do this?" Bellatrix asked.

"This is something I should have done from the start, after all - My Beloved needs an heir, not a burden. You are a stain on the Al Ghul Name, an Al Ghul that refuses to kill is not an Al Ghul; hell, you aren't even an assassin. You're a defect, a flaw, a wrench in my plan to have my beloved rule behind me as King and Queen of the League of Assassins."

Bellatrix's eyes widened at the sight of her mother raising her sword.

"And all defects must be eliminated." Talia growled as her arm thrust forward - Bellatrix's eyes widened and her jaw locked to keep herself from screaming as the blade ripped through her chest and came out on the other side.

Talia lifted her foot - the other assassins released the girl - and kicked her to the dirt and watched her groan in pain before going limp in the cold desert night.

"Dispose of the body. I have to deliver the news that the heir has been killed and watch my one true child take his rightful place." Talia didn't give her daughter's body a second glance as she turned and walked away to her jet that was waiting for her.

She should have checked her vitals.

[Timeskip - Years Later]

Years had gone by but Talia still thinks back to the night she stuck her sword through her daughter's body and left her for dead; she was so certain that was what she wanted by there was something missing and for once in her life, it had nothing to do with her Beloved Bat. She tried to put those thoughts aside for she was on a mission.

After the death of her father, she found some research on a mind-control agent that she could use to have the one she wanted most but the League was too thin and most were doing other tasks while some were rebuilding the complex, thus the Head of the Demon Clan had to deal with it on her own, which she was fine with.

However, something felt different - she wasn't sure what it was...but she knew something was going to happen tonight.

Talia did what she had to do and secured to the agent before making her way back to the roof - only to have two people walking for her.

One was a tall man with a red helmet, a brown leather jacket, a gray Bat-Armor with a Red Bat Insignia on the chest; Talia could see the pistols and ammo belts around his waist.

The second was a feminine figure: She was around the same height as Damian, wearing Bat-Armor that looked a lot like a Ninja's outfit with a sword on her back and a dark blue Bat Insignia on her chest. Her hair was long and black but tied in a ponytail, except some hair that freely fell in her face and covered some of the ribbon eye mask around her eyes.

"I guess my beloved couldn't make it to see me?" Talia asked as she placed the agent in her pocket.

"We were the closest in the area so he sent us to what it was about - didn't think we'd find his batshit crazy baby-momma here." The Red Hood said as he folded his arms.

"Too bad, he might have convinced me to surrender but I don't have an issue with breaking children who stand in my way." Talia said.

"You never had an issue with killing them, why would you have an issue with breaking them?" The female said.

"What did you say?" Talia said as she looked at the female figure.

"You don't remember the child you killed? The blood of the Al Ghul you spilled? The child you detested because she wouldn't kill so you decided to kill her instead?" The female stepped forward and reached for her eye mask, "You don't remember my voice...Mother?" She pulled it off and Talia's eyes widened when they locked with the blue eyes of her late daughter - the one that was supposed to die. The stain in her plan.

"You lived? After all of these years, you dare come to face me again?" Talia narrowed her eyes.

"Rather cold to say to your kid who came back from the dead, Lady." He looked at Bellatrix, "Bat-Fang, you wanna deal with her while I wait on the old man?" He asked.

"You read my mind." Bellatrix stepped forward and pulled her sword out, "Arm yourself."

"I guess some stains are harder to wash out." Talia said as she pulled her sword out, "I'll make sure you don't come back."

Emerald and Sapphire locked with each other before the thunderclap of the coming storm sent them both into attack mode. Their blades clashed against each other as the two women danced in a deadly dance, Talia was focused but at the same time confused - how was Bellatrix this focused when the anger in her eyes was so strong? Talia tried harder and used more power but that was the opening Bellatrix needed.

Talia watched as the girl grabbed the sword with her left hand before delivering a swift but devastating kick to her gut, sending her skipping like a stone against the roof as she released the grip of her sword. Talia picked herself off the ground and glared at her eldest as the girl place her own sword back in its sheath and shatter Talia's into two halves, letting the shards and sword halves fall to her feet before she charged at her mother. Talia's guard went up as the two of them locked in a brawl.

'What is going on here? She was never this fast or ruthless! What is...'

Her thoughts were cut off as Bellatrix grabbed her foot and began to swing her until Bellatrix let her go and got stuck in a window. Talia opened her eyes from the impact just in time to see the glare on her daughter's face as she came soaring and her fist connected with Talia's face, sending them both into the abandoned building. Talia groaned from the pain but more pain was added when she felt her daughter grab her by her hair and pull her to her feet.

"What do you have to say now, Talia? Am I still defective?" Bellatrix asked before she punched the Assassin Leader in the face, making her crash into a crumbling wall.

"Am I still a flaw?" Bellatrix asked as she spartan-kicked Talia through the wall and into the living room, making the woman fall on her back.

"Am I still the wrench in your perfect plan? Am I?!" Bellatrix barked as she grabbed her mother by the next and punched her in the face, making her back hit a window. Talia's version was blurry from the pain but when it came together - her eyes widened at the murderous gaze in her eyes.

"Am I still not an Al Ghul?" Bellatrix punched her in the face again - sending the woman crashing through the window again but this time, she felt on a lower roof of a building just as another thunderclap echoed through the sky and the rain began to fall. Talia grunted at the pain but opened her eyes to watch her daughter jump out the window and walk over to her; glaring down at her with blue eyes.

"How... How did you survive?" She asked.

"You should have checked my vitals before you left me to die; once you were gone, I took care of the assassins that you had hold me. I'm not proud I shed their blood but I knew if I didn't, they were going to make sure I was dead." Bellatrix answered.

"You survived... You killed... And now, you have me helpless." Talia smiled at her, "I'm so proud of you, My Baby Girl." She cooed.

"What?" Bellatrix glared with confusion.

"You are everything I want in a perfect heir: You survived my trap, you killed those who held you captive, and you reduced me - the Leader of the League of Assassins - to this pitiful state. My darling, you are perfect." Talia smiled at her daughter.

"I don't know what you are thinking but I'm nothing like you want me to be and I never will be." Bellatrix reached down and took the mind-control agent from Talia before turning and walking away.

"You can walk away now, My Sweet Child, but know that I am coming for you. I will bring you home and you will be what you were born to me - The Perfect Al Ghul Heir. Run while you can, my dear, Mother is coming for you." Talia laughed at Bellatrix as the girl jumped off the small roof, leaving the woman alone.

Talia looked up at the rain in the sky and smiled before picking herself off the ground, touching the side of her lip, and looked at the blood - her blood - that her daughter spilled.

'It was a mistake to let you go but now that you are back, I shall have you once more and we shall be a family. You can't escape your blood, Bellatrix; you're an Al Ghul...and you belong to me.'

#Yandere Talia Al Ghul #Yandere Mother #Broken-Style Remix

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seraphiism · 2 years

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐋

( you smell of death ; everything around you is an endless goodbye. )

chara : louis amamiya fandom : code vein quote cr : nikita gill

i. in the cathedral rests an unholiness & wickedness known as the LOST : creatures of the fallen ; torn between survival and consumption, unraveling threads of sanity twisted into a tangled mess of blood lust.

louis hates this place. it is a blinding white all around -- made of false impurities and impressions, innocence lost. in every corner of liminal spaces there is the meeting of an end, whether dead or through ambushes and the beginning of your rebirth.

it is too common here in this maze. too many places to explore, too many bases to cover; the haphazard layout makes it all the more easier to lose you.

( it happens too much, too often. and it keeps happening and happening and happening and happening because he lets it. he fails you, over and over again, and he wonders how many times you can repair a heart until it succumbs to a numbness and breaks. but it would be okay then, wouldn't it? he wouldn't feel it. but maybe that's the easy way out. he deserves the hurt. THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT. all of it. )

you die again, start over from the beginning. you stretch your limbs, roll your shoulders back as if this is the most natural thing in the world. you do not see how louis looks at you. you don't think you could bear it. in his reincarnation there is a pain he wishes to remain oblivious to.

"i didn't have your back. i should have." louis's apologies have always hurt more than they should. "i'm sorry."

your bones ache, haggard and worn in endless combat. you smile a sad smile, fingers brushing over his for a ghost of a second, and how deeply does he yearn for a moment longer.

"don't be sorry, louis. we're still together, aren't we?"

there is a conflict that arises in red hues. you are quick to notice it, just as he is quick to look away from your burning gaze.

"we are. you're right."

( you are. so long as you are together, he will watch you die over and over again, until time deems the end of a revenant's life. )

ii. in the mirror there is someone who carries the weight of the world, shoulders the blame, tries to right all his wrongs. in the mirror there is someone who knows of kindness to everyone except himself.

in the mirror, there is someone who loves but deems himself unworthy of such a thing.

the mirror shatters. he stares at a fragmented reflection. it is all too fitting.

iii. louis keeps his distance lately. he is with you but he isn't, his mind elsewhere when you talk to him. he is cautious in your presence; the warmth lingers somewhere, but it trails off, devoid and well missed.

you sit with him during the late hours when the world sleeps, and he cannot decide if he wishes to flee or stay.

"louis," you whisper, daring to lace your fingers with his, "where are you?" ( are you here with me, right here and now? have i lost you? )

grief is a heavy thing to swallow. sorrow overwhelms his body, wraps its hands around his throat, but it never squeezes. it stays there, known and never forgotten.

"i'm here." he swallows hard, allows himself to find comfort in the warmth of your being. he wishes to say more, explain his disappearance, but he struggles, and so he stays silent, looks you in the eye in hopes that you will know.

you think his eyes are beautiful. you smile gently at the sight, understanding what lingers in the sea of red.

in death there is love lost; in rebirth there is love found. it hurts, it always does and it always will : this cycle of tragedy and relief. you wish you could promise that you won't get hurt again, that he won't have to witness it anymore, but you can't. this will happen as many times as it needs to until you can win this battle. you both know that.

you lean your head on his shoulder, graze your thumb over his knuckles.

"i'm here, louis. i don’t plan on going anywhere."

the words come out quietly, almost unheard. but you feel him lean against you in reciprocation.

"i know." he answers, and he almost smiles at the feeling of the restoration of humanity once lost. "i'm here with you, too."

#code vein #code vein x reader #louis amamiya #louis amamiya x reader #in truth . i did not know where this was going #but i miss louis v much <3 #he's so good !!! genuinely #.: writing

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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Red hair as roses, and turquoise eyes as orchids

"Dada look!" The bored and depressed blue eyes stood up from his lap to his 6 years old daughter, extending her tiny hands up high in the air.

"Be careful with what you're gonna do pretty doll." He manage to smirk a bit as she pouted, strands of red brushing against her forehead until a huge wave of flames of the colour blue danced around her hands until she jumped and a small prinkle of flames were throw in the air.

She laughed at the sign and clapped her hands in glee at her own little show as Dabi let out a chuckle at seeing the happines of his daughter... instead of him, Emika had the blessing of having a body that could tolerate the heat enough of his quirk that she inherited it from him. Your quirk itself being a huge help for the little girl to not have scars as her father's.

"Did you see Dada?! It was soooo huge and beautiful!!!" She ran towards him only to trip and thankfully landed on the brunette male's lap, giggling with a smile so bright that could've hury his eyes.

"Hmm. Almost like mine princess, im impressed." His hands carresed her chubby cheeks until he heard murmuring behind them.

Of course. Even with his disguise, that were people whose were going to mutter, say bad things... he lost count on how many times Emika had been bullied because her quirk was similiar with the most cruel and wanted villain....

And much to his dismay, Emika didn't take that... very well.

"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING ABOUT?! LEAVE US ALONE!" the little girl shouted and the adults only scoffed, picking up their kids and getting out of the park.

"You're going to scare off anyone with that attitude of yours princess." He muttered while carresing her red hair and picking her up as she scoffed.

"They cant say bad things about MY dada!" He smiled at the little girl and sighed.

"Yeah yeah, just lets get out of here before you burn things down."

"Thats something you would do!" She poked his scarred cheek. "Ne ne dada? We gonna visit mama right? I want to bring flowers to her this time!"

His eyes dropped at the ground as his feet carried them to the cemetery...

"We can arrange that."

"Mama was so pretty!!!" Emika squealed as Spinner and Toga showed her some photos as Dabi stared holes into their skulls.

Is not that he didn't wanted his daughter to forget or to not know about her mother... but it was painfull enough to have a father as a villain, now being a mother orphan was just more harder.

Emika couldn't go to school without being recognized as Dabi's daughter. So he brought himself the task to teach her things , being thankfull to his past self that he had studied enough.

"Yeah and she was strong as fuck too according to your dad there." Spinner grinned, showing a picture of you pinning down a hero on the middle of the street.

"Emika-chan, despite not meeting (Y/n) you look so much like her!" Toga beamed with a smile, fangs showing and the little girl giggling when Dabi just yanked her away from the two.

"Naaaaaa dada no bed time!" She squirmed as he carried her to now the comfortable room the league gotten ever since the incident with Shigaraki and Redestro.

"Dont complain or else Im going to take away your toy." He grumbled as the girl gasped and pouted at him much like you would do.

"You wouldn't!" She defies him with a cheeky smile although while settling down on the bed she shared with him.

"Try me." He smirked with a atched eyebrow making her laugh.

Some time passed and Dabi watched as the eyelids of Emika slowly dropped until she called him softly.

"This place we are now... we gonna stay or are the bad man breaking it and we have to move again?" His heart clenched.. she still had the memories when the league had captured that blonde kid and the heroes busted the bar...

With her own view, she saw the villains as the good and normal people despite Toga being a crazy assasin that loved drinking blood, Shigaraki a men that only wanted to destriy the world, Twice a bipolar man and the list goes on...

Emika saw the villains as good people, and the heroes as bad ones... after all, after she found out on her own that her mother died not because of childbirth, but because of a hero that accidentally killed her with a much too strong attack... and only because she wanted to protect the baby on her arms at that time.

So much blood dropped from his eyes... some even dropping on your lifeless body and on the crying baby he soon noticed that thankfully was alive.

He would never forget whem he craddled the baby on his arms and sobbed deyly as his child wailed at not having the warmth of her mother anymore.

Things were tough until they found the league of villains and had at peast a place to crash.

Emika was now soudly asleep as he sighed and brushed his hair.

"When the heroes come to us... I will make sure yoi stay outta of the mess Emika. But you will not like to know the truth about our origins..." he muttered as a scarred hand brushed her bangs and smirked when she nuzzled on his hand... reminding him of how you would nuzzle on him on cold nights...

"Time to sleep off huh? The more we sleep, the pess we have to face the reality." He muttered before laying down and bringing her close to his chest.

"Dada..." she whimpered as fat tears fell feom her turquoise eyes as she tremblingly holded the box of paper towels, helping him clean off the blood from his stapples as he took a final look on the mirror, his white hair finally at show for the first time in so many years.

"Hey," he crouched down and made his best to not wince "I'm fine. Daddy is used to this by now and-"

"bUT I'M NOT!" she yelled and punched his chest with her tiny fist as he frowned and holded her as she sobbed on his chest.

"...Is it true..?" He looked down at the tuff of red hair on his chest "That uncle Twice is not coming back..? That.. T-That grandpa did this to you..m that we are from the family of E-Endeavour?"

He frowned and wiped her tears away as she holded his wrist while sobbing at the loss of Twice, whose always played and made silly faces with her on spare times.

"Yeah... Im sorry for not telling you... but I thought that... Me and your mother actually decided that Emika (L/n) was better than puttingnon a fake and... well, not right name on yours."

"... which hero... killed... mama..?" His heart stopped... should he reaally tell her? She was only a baby of five years.. five fucking years... he was already damaged by society, but her was just a little flower growing...

"Princess.. I-"

"Who?!" She sobbed as his eyes dropped, a heavy sigh as he dinally sit down on the edge of the sofa as he put his hand on his face as the other helped her sit on his lap.

"... your grandpa."

Emika cried heraelf to sleep that night. Wailing that she hated the heroes, that she hated Endeavour, that she hated him for not telling her the truth for so long, that she hated having fo be a Todoroki.

Each word was a spike to his chest as he tried and eventually succeed on calming her down enough, from harsh sobs and eails to soft sniffles and the rest of the tears she had to sheed.

He hugged her just a bit tighter that night as one drop of blood fell from his eyes.

"I thought I could do it (Y/n)... I fucking promised you... but... fuck." He bited his bottom scarred lips to contain a whimper "Everything is just the worst now... why did you have to be so goddamn stubborn and risk your life dammit..."

"Is your fourth bowl of ice cream ya know?" Dabi muttered from his place on the miserable yet comfy apartment you two shared as you stared back at him with a spoonfull of your favorite ice cream on hand close to your mouth.

"I have the right. I'm pregnant. Leave me be." You made a show of putting the spoon on your mouth and moaning out loud as Dabi shooked his head in dismay before taking a place on your side ofbthe couxh before you two cringed at the sounds of the old mobile almost creaking.

"We need to got money to find a new couch." You muttered horrified, just apmost ending all of your money on baby supplies and clothes.

"Or I can just steal one." He smirked at the slight slap you gave to him.

"And have shitty heroes coming our way later? Nu uh mister... maybe just rob a bank though." You muttered before both of you chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulder as he subconsciously placed his hand on the sweel of your stomach and felt a kick already.

"She is going to be a daddy's girl. Im so sure of it." You giggled as he arched an eyebrow.

"How cam you say this already? We dont even know if it is a girl of a boy doll."

"I know is a girl. I just know it. And she has already a favorite parent." You carresed your belly just besides where Dabi's hand was layed on.

"You're exaggerating." He chuckled as he felt another kick "They are going to be a nasty oen though, they kick alot."

"She kicks a lot when your nearby or talking to her. Just like I said, a daddy's girl." You smiled sweetly at him and he never felt so happy...

He looked at your lips for a second as you narrowed your eyes playfully at him before your lips almost touched-

He woke up with a hand tapping on his cheek and soon saw his daughter looking down at him with a pout.

"Can we go walk?" She almost whimpered as he could only stare and slowly nod as he caught his disguise and a very own for her.

She clunged to the black bunny plushie as she walked with pinks connected to him as he stated down at her in worry until she gasped at a convenience store.

"Dada! Snickers!" She pointed as he smiled at seeing a bit of bright on her eyes once again.

"How about we get some, eh?" She nodded with a small smile and soon followed her dad inside.

While she waited for Dabi to get the snacks and pay for them, for once, she gasped when a purple haired boy at the same age as her bumped accidentaly to her making her plushie drop.

"Hey!" She called out with tears on her eyes, being emotionally damaged enough for those past days.

"I'm sorry." The boy said immediatly, kneeling and grabbing the plushie to hand it to her "Its yours?" He tilted his head as Emika grabbed immediatly.

"Of course it was! It was with me until you bunped on me!" Emika slowly dropped her tone of voice at seeing how the purple haired boy seemed genuily sorry as he aproached and bowed once again.

"Sorry, I just am here to grab some medice and a chocolate for my mom and dad. They're both sick and they dont know i went out so I needed to hurry." He smiled as Emika soon dropped slowly her guard down as she muttered.

"Is okay... is just that bunny is speacial to me."

"I can see why. Your mama gave it to you right." Her turquoise eyes widened as she frowned her eyebrows at the boy.

"Kinda of..?" She clinged to the toy "Why do you that?"

He closed his eyes with a tiny giggle.

"Well, she told me as soon as you started to tear up. She is always by your side aparently." Emika eyes darkned and she let go of one hand of the plushie to heat up her hand.

"Say that one more time. I dare you. My mama is not here." She almost cried until the purple boy touched her forehead with two fingers and soon she was not more in the grocery store, but in a blank space.

"HEY YOU!" she shouted "THIS IS NOT FUNNY LET OUT YOU FUCK-"

"Geez, daddy did not spare you of curse words then?" She froze and looked behind her and saw the sane woman Dabi showed photos of and was compared whenever she was laughing or making a trick on others.

She froze for a bit before silently tears started to fall and she hiccupped for a bit before dropping her bunny and running to you as you hugged her tightly.

"Mama! I cant believe-! Is you-! I-I-" she hicupped as you wiped her tears with your thumb and let some of your own fall.

"You're take so much of your dada im so happy... My little girl is just so beautiful..." you whispered as she sobbed while wiping her tears with her sleeve.

"D-Dada!" She gasped before smiling widely and grabbing your sleeve "Dada needs to see this! Mama he misses you a lot he need to see yo-"

"Im sorry princess..." you grabbed her cheek softly "I wanted to see your daddy just as much, but I cant...." her face fell a bit but soon nodded while playing with your fingers and hair.

"Mama? Why did you do it?" You hummed as she looked up hesitantly "Why did youbleave dad? Why... you took.. Endeavour attack..?" She asked sadly as you furrowed your eyebrows but soon closed your eyes and smiled.

"Emika... the day you were born was the day I was gone as well... but when I saw your grandpa recognizing me as a villain and blasted an attack close to where you were... I just had to. I had to protect the feuit of love that me and your father made..." you smiled sadly as she sniffed.

"But you arent with us..." she almost sobbed until you made her look up.

"Emika... Im so sorry for the loneliness you had to endure... the pain... that was the only dowside of the decision I made. My swest little girl..." you cuppex her cheek and wiped a tear "Thank you for letting me be your mother, and Touya for being your father..."

You touched your forehead with her as she noticed your body was slowly turning to tiny hints of lights and fireflies.

"Mama..?" She looked at you crying softly as you kissed her forehead.

"Emika, evertime you see a star in the dark sky it will be me watching over you and your dada... and please understand one thing," you got away from her as your hair floated majestically "Dying for you, was a noble sacrifice I did for love..."

She widened her eyes as she grabbed your hands as you giggled at her expression.

"Say to dada Im watching him too, and that loving him were the happier moments I spend... I love him and always will...after all, he is my canolli, dead or not, okay?"

The littpe girl gasped and looked at the place she was, the grocery store and the boy from earlier retracting his hand with a unsure littpe smile.

"It was your quirk... you... you made me talk with my mama." She says outstruck as the boy giggled but soon gasped at looking the time.

"I have to go! But I hope we meet again." He ran to the door with the bags before looking one more time behind to her "Call me Akira! See you soon Emika-chan!"

She stood there in complete shook before brushing her fingers on the tingling spot you had kissed on her forehead before smiling widely and giggling before knocking her daddy's leg as he grunted.

"Emika what the-"

"Mama is watching us!" She bounced up and down as he atood with a 'what the fuck' expression.

"What the hell Emika?" He grabbed the packs and carried her as he walked on the street.

"Mama said your name is Touya dada! Which I found strange at first but anyway! She kissed my forehead! Hugged me and said how much she loves me and you and is watching us! She is a star dada! A star!!"

His eyes widened. Emika didn't hear his speech to Endeavour. Emika didn't know his real name was Touya instead of Dabi as the league called him... so she was not imagining neither making things up.

"..so you saw mama?" She giggled and nodded while boucing on his arms. "... did she say something else?" He asked hopefully and she smiled widely as much as you would do.

"She said loving you was the most happier she got! And that your are her canolli forever!"

His steps faltered and almost that he dropped his daughter as his eyes widened... only you knew that god for saken nickname you gaved to him...

"Dada?" His daughter words and hands on his cheeks made him ho back to reality as he saw the blood on his little girl's fingers and worried expression "Are you crying..? Dada?"

"Heh..." he wiped with one thumb the blood before smilling at her and continuing walking "Nah. Must be one of my staples..." he stared up as his daughter rested her face on his neck. "Mama is a star then?"

"Ya.." she yawned "Watching us... I bet she is that one." The little girl pointed at the shiniest star on the sku as Dabi smiled...

"Yeah... I also bet on that one."

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